<?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-887263697568749135</id><updated>2011-07-31T17:44:57.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>plast-icheartz.blogspot .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887263697568749135.post-7969847706046545918</id><published>2010-08-23T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:21:09.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, fuck. I've moved to tumblr. Find. Me. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wild-reams.tumblr.com"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7969847706046545918?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7969847706046545918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-fuck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7969847706046545918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7969847706046545918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6309290725725141870</id><published>2010-08-17T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:37:01.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no fucking idea why. But my tagboard is filled with weird comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please refrain from tagging on the board with weird comments. Eg. Copy and paste blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;       Visit my site blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Firstly, my blog ISN'T your free ground for advertisements for your sites. Obviously, if your site is THAT good, you won't need the board on my site to advertise right? So yeah, gtfo if you wanna carry on -.-&lt;/span&gt;&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/887263697568749135-6309290725725141870?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6309290725725141870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-no-fucking-idea-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6309290725725141870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6309290725725141870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-have-no-fucking-idea-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6741930820840906853</id><published>2010-08-14T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:54:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Updating for sake of SMELLY. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much HAS been going on with life. Okay, actually a lot. Private stuff. Confided a lot in friends these days. Problems ARE arising like mad cows are having their diseases. So yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A BETTER NOTE, I'VE MOVED TO TUMBLR &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would find me, &lt;a href="http://wild-reams.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. :) WOULD STILL POST. Just not so often, y'know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6741930820840906853?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6741930820840906853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/08/updating-for-sake-of-smelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6741930820840906853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6741930820840906853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/08/updating-for-sake-of-smelly.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8452833625858384735</id><published>2010-08-05T19:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T19:04:36.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't reallly have time to post much. I think I'm SORT OF moving to tumblr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8452833625858384735?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8452833625858384735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-reallly-have-time-to-post-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8452833625858384735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8452833625858384735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-reallly-have-time-to-post-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4288136486052468885</id><published>2010-07-26T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T18:25:46.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okayyyyy, totally considering a tumblr, sincee. -whispers- blogger is getting boring. SOOOOO, Ohwell. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4288136486052468885?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4288136486052468885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/okayyyyy-totally-considering-tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4288136486052468885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4288136486052468885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/okayyyyy-totally-considering-tumblr.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-3988245330146262501</id><published>2010-07-22T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:50:43.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;They say, if you can define love. It means you've never been in love before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3988245330146262501?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3988245330146262501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-say-if-you-can-define-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3988245330146262501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3988245330146262501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/they-say-if-you-can-define-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-9206012148540201114</id><published>2010-07-21T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:50:42.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating muchhhhh. Life pretty much titled "stress". Ahh, damn. I'm gonna ask Peach. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-9206012148540201114?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/9206012148540201114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/havent-been-updating-muchhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/9206012148540201114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/9206012148540201114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/havent-been-updating-muchhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7046481253401197438</id><published>2010-07-19T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:51:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Chosen One&lt;/em&gt; vs. &lt;em&gt;The Stupid One&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bella whines  because her parents are &lt;strong&gt;divorced&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Harry has  never even met his parents because they were &lt;strong&gt;murdered&lt;/strong&gt;  when he was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bella whines because there’s only one  bathroom in Charlie’s house and it’s always raining.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Harry  slept in a &lt;strong&gt;cupboard&lt;/strong&gt; under the stairs for ten years,  raised by his inhuman aunt and uncle and treated like a personal  punching bag by his cousin, but he never complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bella  was introduced to this amazing group of friends who care about her and  try to make her laugh, but no, they’re not important, because she chose  the &lt;strong&gt;pedophilic vampire&lt;/strong&gt; who stalks her and wants to eat  her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Harry had the entire Wizarding World against him  (excluding his friends) when he claimed that the Dark Lord has returned,  and he had a 100,000 Galleon price on his head when he &lt;em&gt;and his  friends&lt;/em&gt; were on the run to save the world, not to mention the fact  that the darkest wizard of all time has been hunting him down  practically since he was born, but he keeps fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bella  whines because her boyfriend dumped her for her own good and mopes for  no less than five months, not caring that her friends and father were  worried as hell about her, before finally deciding to throw herself off a  cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Harry is tortured because everyone he ever loved,  trusted, or cared about, ends up dying, but he never moped around; he  moved forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; When Harry looked into the Mirror of Erised,  he saw his family standing beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; If Bella looks into the  Mirror of Erised, she would probably see herself making more devil  vampire babies with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bella whines because she  doesn’t want to get old and wants to screw herself up by turning into a  vampire and living forever with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Harry savoured  the last moments of his life as he walked towards his death to save  everything/everyone he cared about, and practically the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHA.&lt;/b&gt; I ripped it off Atiqah's tumblr. I'm reading thru her 100 pages of tumblr, cause every single page is superb funny xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7046481253401197438?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7046481253401197438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/chosen-one-vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7046481253401197438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7046481253401197438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/chosen-one-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-2911296962435106662</id><published>2010-07-18T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T13:24:33.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insignificant.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-2911296962435106662?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/2911296962435106662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/insignificant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2911296962435106662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2911296962435106662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/insignificant.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6131294887840244707</id><published>2010-07-17T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T00:04:03.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Am I too headstrong?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, really tired of everything around me. Its like everything else is falling apart around me. I don't know what to do for every single situation. I feel like I'm gonna fall, but I know, no one would be there to catch me. Its like, everyone feels so far from me, not within distance. And how much I shout, no one will hear me. Omg, whats wrong with me. And my life now. Its crumbling. Urgh, I fucking hate my life now. I swear. Everything is going wrong. &lt;b&gt;Everything&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6131294887840244707?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6131294887840244707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-too-headstrong-man-oh-man-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6131294887840244707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6131294887840244707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-too-headstrong-man-oh-man-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-846365236949674103</id><published>2010-07-17T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T16:23:09.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;People change, and they usually change to the people they said they'll never become.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody stressed. So sick and tired of everything happening around me.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted this to happen, I fucking swear. But I keep getting shot down, like as if I wished for this to happen. Well, no. I don't. I have never meant to overtake, or whatever you call it. I just wanted to be &lt;b&gt;normal&lt;/b&gt;, to &lt;b&gt;fit in&lt;/b&gt;. To stay out of trouble, make friends. Not create trouble and lose friends. You care for her feelings, what about mine? She's sad, well fuckyea, I know she is. Aren't I too? Aren't I troubled too? Don't my bloody fucking feelings count? &lt;b&gt;I have never wished for this to happen, and neither did she&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. I'm locked in. I'm stressed. I'm frustrated. I'm upset. Urgh, this is totally like, FML x 1000000000. I feel so expected of. /:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated private blog. I'm so stressed out. I only wanted to fit in, be normal, have friends. Not to create trouble. Why is my life like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-846365236949674103?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/846365236949674103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/bloody-stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/846365236949674103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/846365236949674103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/bloody-stressed.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1555212867991191305</id><published>2010-07-15T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:16:17.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I wanna be a part of something I don't know.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. Fahhhhh, stress. :( Pressure. Ahgag &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I feel lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1555212867991191305?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1555212867991191305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wanna-be-part-of-something-i-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1555212867991191305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1555212867991191305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wanna-be-part-of-something-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7825643624173235673</id><published>2010-07-14T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:36:09.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Technically, I should be sleeping since I've got the arts fest thingy tomorrow. Its just plain weird, o_____o! Okay, so then, swimming ALSO. Ahh, tired fuck. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda gaggy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7825643624173235673?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7825643624173235673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/technically-i-should-be-sleeping-since.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7825643624173235673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7825643624173235673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/technically-i-should-be-sleeping-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8023076232133799143</id><published>2010-07-12T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:59:27.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I hate liars. I hate backstabbers. I hate empty answers. I hate broken promises. I hate people who think they are &lt;b&gt;all that&lt;/b&gt;. I hate &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyo. I'm back &lt;: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate so many things. :( Soooooo, anyways, things aren't really going well for me. Was kinda upset just now, but poured my entire heart to Weiyee. So yeah. I'm fine. I guess. I fell in love with May's yellow hairband. Lol, random :). Ahhhhhhhh, I'm dying :(. Ahhh, where are those I need. Ah fuck, I think I need everything. :l Ohyea, I fell in love with my background. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8023076232133799143?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8023076232133799143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-liars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8023076232133799143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8023076232133799143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-liars.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7726346175281110838</id><published>2010-07-10T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:13:11.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? I'm still awake. &lt;b&gt;Wide awake&lt;/b&gt;. With the clock ticking, I seriously have my head blank. I always have thoughts. Jeez. I'm bored, aren't you? Where's smelly. Stupid woman, where is she. She's supposed to be thinking dirty thoughts with me on msn. But noooooo, she's not talking to me. Wth man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life kinda sucks now. With problems arising everyway. And sooner, I'm gonna snap cause my temper issues are here again. Friendship stuff. Relationship.. not so much ei? Band stuff, a whole chunk of stuff to think about. So many stuff to think, so little time to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you hold on too much, it'll snap cause of the tightness.&lt;br /&gt;If you hold it loose, it'll fly cause of the freedom of space.&lt;br /&gt;If you hold it just right, it'll be there, but for how long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7726346175281110838?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7726346175281110838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-you-believe-it-im-still-awake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7726346175281110838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7726346175281110838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-you-believe-it-im-still-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8161421303522151219</id><published>2010-07-10T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:47:58.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Unable to comprehend.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come to my blog, I visit the tagboard. I see its dead. Fuck, no mood to post. But, AMAZING. I'm not giving up hope. YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in thatttttt upset. Now. Just there. Cried during band, just. Broke down I guess? Couldn't play it short. So yea.. OKAY. So then, after band, lunch with brainy. Bought a ring with her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money fly away -.-'. Like, seriously. And we're to pay 5 buckkkkkkks for band. :( Thats x2 money fly away. Plus I wanna buy this 1m pillow shitfuck. LOL, its damn cute. Its $17 - TRIPLE MONEY FLY AWAY. God. How long will I take to save up. THAT MUCH MONEY. I need donations. :l. I'm NOT bullshitting. I really need donations :l. THE DENISE LING NEEDS MONEY CHARITY DONATION. LOL, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml. No one's reading this, I hate dead tagboards. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8161421303522151219?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8161421303522151219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/unable-to-comprehend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8161421303522151219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8161421303522151219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/unable-to-comprehend.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-5406962065870801336</id><published>2010-07-09T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:37:35.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't hesitate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose there's everything else to. So many fragile things, if you don't hesitate, you won't know. One day, they'll break away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things in my mind now. Its overflowing, its killing me. I'm not in the right state of mind. I still got band tomorrow. I wished I could just stop smiling. I mean like, c'mon. I'm not happy with life &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt;. I wanna cry, frown. But I can't. Amazing huh. Fuck it, can't smiling muscles be converted to tears or something. Facial expressions are so hard to wear on to faces huh. So many thoughts going thru my mind. Urgh, I wished I could elaborate. I need &lt;b&gt;brainy&lt;/b&gt;, but where is she? Gah. Think if something happens tomorrow. I'll breakdown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-5406962065870801336?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/5406962065870801336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-hesitate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5406962065870801336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5406962065870801336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-hesitate.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-5819244176176327966</id><published>2010-07-07T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T11:36:15.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only person keeping the BOX over to the left. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is smelly, so sweet of her right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwhatever. Not in school, sick sickdeey sick. Head spins like a Merry go round at hyper speed. Urgh. Dying now, :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-5819244176176327966?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/5819244176176327966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/only-person-keeping-box-over-to-left.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5819244176176327966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5819244176176327966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/only-person-keeping-box-over-to-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4471755481089622054</id><published>2010-07-05T16:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:39:04.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cough is getting from bad to worse. Think I'll lose my voice. Tagboard is fucking dead. No mood to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4471755481089622054?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4471755481089622054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/cough-is-getting-from-bad-to-worse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4471755481089622054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4471755481089622054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/cough-is-getting-from-bad-to-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4531798276727632175</id><published>2010-07-04T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:41:38.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Guess I haven't been posting in awhile. Life has been awesome except for saturday's evening. Down with fever and cough. And now SWOLLEN EYES. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. Try and post tomorrow kay darling? ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4531798276727632175?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4531798276727632175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4531798276727632175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4531798276727632175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/07/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4108073335248833243</id><published>2010-06-13T15:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:53:48.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back &lt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4108073335248833243?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4108073335248833243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4108073335248833243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4108073335248833243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4637803151422511784</id><published>2010-05-30T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T13:16:34.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leaving soon. Miss me darlings. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4637803151422511784?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4637803151422511784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/leaving-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4637803151422511784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4637803151422511784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/leaving-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8005404730171696836</id><published>2010-05-27T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:17:26.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey there darlings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Xianmin &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - KL. Would be back on the 11th. Miss me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why. Why you're ignoring me.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the answer, tell me kay? &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8005404730171696836?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8005404730171696836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-darlings-holidays-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8005404730171696836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8005404730171696836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-there-darlings-holidays-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4185714601586021269</id><published>2010-05-26T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T19:57:23.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't give up. Why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got the answer? /: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4185714601586021269?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4185714601586021269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4185714601586021269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4185714601586021269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7979566098108494143</id><published>2010-05-25T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:09:05.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mia for awhile, will reply tags. Private blog would be updated. Not so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't see anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7979566098108494143?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7979566098108494143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/mia-for-awhile-will-reply-tags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7979566098108494143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7979566098108494143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/mia-for-awhile-will-reply-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4693565914709308425</id><published>2010-05-24T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:26:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be without you.</title><content type='html'>I'm giving up for the same reasons to why I've held on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to really carry on. Someone fxck love pl0x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4693565914709308425?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4693565914709308425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4693565914709308425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4693565914709308425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/be-without-you.html' title='Be without you.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8335591227675066927</id><published>2010-05-23T12:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:24:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be all that you want.</title><content type='html'>Hey there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bel&lt;/span&gt;, HAH SMELLY. I'm doing your dedication now, its gonna be in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; again :3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways, I wantcha' to remember, that I love you. :) You have to memorise that okay, so during exams, write, Arabel loves Denise, you'll get an A++++! :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain, :(. Cheerup, have faith brain :). Cause you know, everything's gonna be alright, its gonna be okay. :) Like duh, with me around, nothing goes wrong :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May, Hey there darling. :) Thanks for everything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoh, I'm done. Really lazy to carry on /:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8335591227675066927?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8335591227675066927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-be-all-that-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8335591227675066927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8335591227675066927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-will-be-all-that-you-want.html' title='I will be all that you want.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4112431503043681032</id><published>2010-05-21T09:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:01:11.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling, look at me.</title><content type='html'>I'm posting now. Cause I didn't go to school. I have a shitty valid reason okay. Having slight fever at the moment, wondering about some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum is backing out on my overseas trip. She's confirm not letting me go :/. Cause of a rather, "pathetic" reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's bringing me to KL. Or rather, I go alone to visit my aunt and her family. That would mean, taking a plane alone :/. Shit, I'm scared. Okay, relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. About that previous, previous post. The one about kicking (insert's name here) genitals and such. Pleasepleaseplease. Sometimes, it might not be you. But you think its you. And, I get this feeling. IF you feel that your attitude/personality is something like that, then it might be you. But then again, I'm talking about someone in specific, so it might not be you. But if I still talk to you, then it shouldn't be you yeah? Contradicting, no? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results. Ahhh, I've passed everything. :) Talk about not studying, I bet computer games not teach you good English, Literature, and all that shit. And also, compo papers. Writing one long chunk hurts fingers. So, before the paper, exercise 'em! Use the computer. Typing = exercising. I love that excuse :B. Oky, back to private blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would bet my life like I bet my heart&lt;br /&gt;That you were the one baby&lt;br /&gt;I've never been so sure of anything before&lt;br /&gt;You're driving my heart crazy&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold out&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold back now&lt;br /&gt;Like I've done before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling look at me&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen like a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;Darling can't you see&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything you want me to&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself Im in too deep&lt;br /&gt;Then I fall a little farther&lt;br /&gt;Every time you look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; Smelly/ Bel. I will do your dedications tomorrow for ya! :D. Or rather, people who been thru my problems with me.&lt;/span&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/887263697568749135-4112431503043681032?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4112431503043681032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/darling-look-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4112431503043681032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4112431503043681032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/darling-look-at-me.html' title='Darling, look at me.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1879986597059198672</id><published>2010-05-19T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:39:40.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey babes! I'm backzsxcv. Missed me? :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I thought I'll die yesterday, but. Booyah! I'm still alive. \m/ Apparently me and brainy were really high after band :B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-takes a deep breath-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. I'm posting for fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KaiJun, JIEJIE. I LOVE YOU TOO &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Wenhui, LOL. HI LAOPO &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Bel, LOL. I CAN MAKE A POST DEDICATION. And you'll be the first :B&lt;br /&gt;Denise, &lt;3 ;)&lt;br /&gt;Jesslyn, ohgod. ==. Relink asap.&lt;br /&gt;Carmen, THANKS STRUT :)&lt;br /&gt;Nini, Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;Natalie, -takes a deep breath- NAT NAT NAT NAT NAT NAT NAT NAT. Bwaahahahaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1879986597059198672?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1879986597059198672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-babes-im-backzsxcv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1879986597059198672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1879986597059198672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-babes-im-backzsxcv.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8066710562218426500</id><published>2010-05-16T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:58:35.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger dreams of mine.</title><content type='html'>Posted @ private blog. I'm still not feeling okay :/. Not ready either. Please don't come on tuesday! PLEASEE. Ohgosh. :(. I've stated who in my private blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that bastard. Don't come already please. Don't remind Brain of what you did to her. She's mentally scarred for life cause of you. And let me tell you (insert's name here),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ACT CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU PRETEND.&lt;br /&gt;YOU FLIRT.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE DESPERATE.&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOVE ATTENTION TO YOURSELF&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOVE SYMPATHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Don't bother Brain anymore please. Cause then, if I snapped, I won't hesitate to kick your balls and make sure your genitals are IMPOSSIBLE TO USE. Hmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting, thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;Denise, thanks brainny :D. Love you too &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, hi dear :)&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling, thanks ;D&lt;br /&gt;Wenhui, I LINK LIAO. You want me to link huh? Dead blog, link no use ;x.&lt;br /&gt;Jacintha, WHAT. Sua, don't come my house liao ): .&lt;br /&gt;RRYRRY, MUMMY &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie, THANKS &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Peizi, THANKS &lt;3 :)&lt;br /&gt;Weiling, thanks :D.&lt;br /&gt;May, NOT HIGH LORH. Its average yo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL OF BEL'S TAGS HAVE BEEN REPLIED TO HER BLOG.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8066710562218426500?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8066710562218426500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/bigger-dreams-of-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8066710562218426500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8066710562218426500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/bigger-dreams-of-mine.html' title='Bigger dreams of mine.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-762639608805937267</id><published>2010-05-14T14:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:56:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with fire.</title><content type='html'>Hey darlingz :D. I left art paper to go thru. I'm not done with my prep work, done only 1 page. Yeetheng is doing paper 2 for me, and paper 3 I'm gonna do it on that day man. I don't give a damn. :( Peanuts and peanuts and more peanuts, seriously. My eyes are gonna look like peanuts soon man. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeetheng just left my place, I've been a bad host :/. Jeez. My brain is still processing like crap, I can't accept it. I'm still not ready. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying young this year, or rather. Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-762639608805937267?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/762639608805937267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/playing-with-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/762639608805937267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/762639608805937267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/playing-with-fire.html' title='Playing with fire.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1119226743955361572</id><published>2010-05-13T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:43:04.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause when you're fifteen.</title><content type='html'>Charmaine and Jacintha are at my place! Like crazy kids we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw art's prep work. Triple screw home economics ): . I don't understand why we must totally learn the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;theory&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; of cooking. Like seriously, with modern technology, we can hire maids thru the phone to get &lt;b&gt;them&lt;/b&gt; to cook for us. But then again, personally cooking for someone special is good. Hah, contradicting, no? :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for tuesday. My heart's unprepared. Damn fuck. Urgh! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted @ private blog. I don't feel good. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1119226743955361572?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1119226743955361572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/charmaine-and-jacintha-are-at-my-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1119226743955361572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1119226743955361572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/charmaine-and-jacintha-are-at-my-place.html' title='Cause when you&apos;re fifteen.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1062465174243492052</id><published>2010-05-12T16:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:53:35.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It makes me wonder if I ever gave a fuck about you.</title><content type='html'>Hi. Welcome to plast-icheartz. Do you have a plastic heart? Oh, newwwwws flash! Mine has changed to a fra-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, heh :B. Too high :D. But then again, when am I not right? Right?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished showering. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I smell awesome!&lt;/span&gt; Okay. So yeah, after papers. Went to changed to PE, unpin my fringe. And off to tampines mart me and May go (or went)! Walked like a long distance to mac, totally should have taken 28! Tsk. So then, met with Chanel and Annabel. Missed them tonnes. But felt really weird cause they were with their steads and there was a hell lot of people. Same school too! May and I felt kinda extra, so left to find Tyrone, Brandon, Sean and Weekai (?) I'm not sure I spelled it right! Watched them play at the exercise ground :D. Saw 2 kittens which were really adorable. I wanted to bring one of them home :/. Or pass it to my neighbour or something. Jeez, then to mac to study though Sean didn't go. I was really studying cause was actually giggling, laughing, munching on free fries my way through. Was acting smart :B. May also! :D. Heh, :). Anyways, wasn't really high today. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weiling, HAHA. Thanks dear &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Weilin, HAPPY DAUGHTERS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;Alethea, :)&lt;br /&gt;Wenhui, jealous ): .&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine, thanks :D.&lt;br /&gt;Peizi, WHAT. Didn't you see my "&lt;3" behind? ):&lt;br /&gt;Weiyee, YES MR TANNN~? :3333&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling, hohoh! :3.&lt;br /&gt;Cass, uhhhh. Give me your email.&lt;br /&gt;Bel, NOTHING ABOUT YOU HAS ALWAYS BEEN NORMAL :3. LOL xD. My chinese cmi ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1062465174243492052?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1062465174243492052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-gaming-exam-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1062465174243492052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1062465174243492052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-want-gaming-exam-d.html' title='It makes me wonder if I ever gave a fuck about you.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-3851026742787806882</id><published>2010-05-09T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:02:54.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mug mug mug!</title><content type='html'>Ahh, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think my results are gonna be bad cause I never studied at all despite the fact I'm home. I pratically, gamed the way thru. Games are so addictive :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall try and pay attention my science now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3851026742787806882?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3851026742787806882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/mug-mug-mug.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3851026742787806882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3851026742787806882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/mug-mug-mug.html' title='Mug mug mug!'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-3503921307953434868</id><published>2010-05-04T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:55:57.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession to make, I delay</title><content type='html'>I'm backxcsv, guess what?! I seriously delay time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I wanted to do homework, but I thought, tomorrow. Saturday, I thought about another tomorrow! Sunday, I remembered the next day was a HOLIDAY. So I said tomorrow. And Monday morning, I woke up @ 730 just for. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaming&lt;/span&gt; ==. Like seriously. So then, gave up and tried to do work, but seriously couldn't take it. Must be tiredness or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English paper 2 tomorrow. I don't think there is anything to study for. Right?! Its comprehension and summary! Only skills :B. Friday, literature. Thursday, history. What the fuckzxcv. Urghz :(. MUST MEMORISE :(. Brain's gonna explode any moment nowzxcvs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3503921307953434868?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3503921307953434868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-confession-to-make-i-delay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3503921307953434868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3503921307953434868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-confession-to-make-i-delay.html' title='I have a confession to make, I delay'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7423178576141809265</id><published>2010-05-02T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:16:45.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wants.</title><content type='html'>Mia for awhile, real lazy to post ): .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my puppy :@&lt;br /&gt;I want good grades :@&lt;br /&gt;I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; to happy :@&lt;br /&gt;I want happy people to be around me :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7423178576141809265?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7423178576141809265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7423178576141809265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7423178576141809265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wants.html' title='I wants.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4693752100208786010</id><published>2010-05-02T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:42:43.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The poor heart's cracking.</title><content type='html'>Its 12.27am in the morning, I'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes, what do I actually mean to you? Everything about you. From your face to your messages I keep smiling to myself. But sometimes, I'm wonder. Do you smile when you see me from afar? Do you smile when I talk to you on the phone? Do you replay pictures of me in your head? Do you smile when you see my message? Does your heart skip a beat when you received a missed call from me? Cuz' I know, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself, I'll give you up. But moments later, when your message comes in, I'll catch myself smiling to myself. Then when someone tells me, I'll giggle to myself. I get jealous when I check your Facebook profile and see comments that were not made by me. Sometimes I wonder.. Do I mean to you as much as you mean to me? Am I important or just an insignificant existence? I'm tired. Tired of waiting for those messages. Tired of waiting for that pop up conversation. Tired of waiting for that phone to ring. But, despite the fact I'm tired, I can't help it. I'm still gonna wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished you knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4693752100208786010?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4693752100208786010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/poor-hearts-cracking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4693752100208786010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4693752100208786010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/poor-hearts-cracking.html' title='The poor heart&apos;s cracking.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8184693041578508663</id><published>2010-05-01T16:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:55:07.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long holiday + afternoon nap = (Y)</title><content type='html'>Just woke up from an afternoon nap. Excluding the hot weather, and itching from filthy bloodsuckers, I think it was fine. The best part of the sleep is that, I had this dream that my mum called me and wanted me to pass to phone to my bro, so in my dream, I picked it up, and I woke up from my dream and, I stood up ready to pass to phone, but I just fell back into sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, Sunday, Monday! Perfect. Long. Holiday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we pin our FRINGE up. Like seriously, I don't see how pining fringes up = good image. In the end, our attitude and words we cussed outside of the school compound destroys it -.-''. Like seriously, have they not thought about it? Jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8184693041578508663?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8184693041578508663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-holiday-afternoon-nap-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8184693041578508663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8184693041578508663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-holiday-afternoon-nap-y.html' title='Long holiday + afternoon nap = (Y)'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-2028234501958457301</id><published>2010-04-30T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:18:27.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy kid.</title><content type='html'>I give up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. I feel so good now :) Carnival day today - wasn't really enjoying it. Water games were there. Either ways, I didn't do much. Slacked with Wewe and Baobei most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I shall now be a.. happier girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished you knew, how much I thought I gave to you before I make the desicion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-2028234501958457301?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/2028234501958457301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-kid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2028234501958457301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2028234501958457301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/crazy-kid.html' title='Crazy kid.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7005712366793655715</id><published>2010-04-29T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:02:15.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate love.</title><content type='html'>I have to go for 3 camps over the holids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Overseas camp which my mum is hesitating ):&lt;br /&gt;2) CIP rep camp for sec 2s - there is aircon o___o!&lt;br /&gt;3) Wellness camp, I'm fat lah. Okay, heavy and fat. :@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO FOR THE OVERSEAS CAMP :( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Weiyee just now! To buy crepe paper and my balloonz. AHAHAHA &lt;: . Laughed like some shit, her laughter makes me laugh, my laughter cracks her up too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7005712366793655715?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7005712366793655715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/chocolate-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7005712366793655715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7005712366793655715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/chocolate-love.html' title='Chocolate love.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-2268154084135022850</id><published>2010-04-28T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:38:14.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily never after.</title><content type='html'>Amelia and Jacintha at my place O: .&lt;br /&gt;SUPPOSED TO BE GOSSIPING LIKE MAD COWS, but they're so fascinated with my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I think I forgot to say I love Arabel O: . I can't say why, cause its on my P. blog, but, she cheered me up :). Thankz smellyzxtofu. I love you kay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're still smelly, I'll get you de-od. for birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-2268154084135022850?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/2268154084135022850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/happily-never-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2268154084135022850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2268154084135022850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/happily-never-after.html' title='Happily never after.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7718467544270528754</id><published>2010-04-26T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:28:57.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a fairy godmother.</title><content type='html'>May, Zhiling and Carmen are over. Laughing like one kind ;D.&lt;br /&gt;Finished homework :B&lt;br /&gt;Pssh, May is damn clumsy -inside thingy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;)': .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See baby we been...&lt;br /&gt;Too strong for too long (and I can’t be without you baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be waiting up until you get home (cuz I can’t sleep without you  baby)&lt;br /&gt;Anybody who’s ever loved, ya know just what I feel&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it&lt;br /&gt;Call the radio if you just can’t be without your baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause, I know. I can't be without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I love that song :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7718467544270528754?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7718467544270528754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-fairy-godmother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7718467544270528754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7718467544270528754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-fairy-godmother.html' title='I want a fairy godmother.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8784986685397844575</id><published>2010-04-25T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:01:56.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty lies.</title><content type='html'>Teachers keep claiming they want to help you pass but. Why can't they just pass you with you not handing up your work since they &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; to help you.&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;I've finally finished my bear, my art hasn't been touched. I don't know what to do about it. My results are gonna be very bad; Kiss byebye to comp, iPod and probably free time. I don't know what to do :(. Tired like shite, I don't understand what the fuck am I doing now. I'm lost. Something is wrong with me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8784986685397844575?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8784986685397844575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/empty-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8784986685397844575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8784986685397844575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/empty-lies.html' title='Empty lies.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1798938129154095613</id><published>2010-04-24T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:40:28.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True to your heart.</title><content type='html'>Omg. It works, I used my old skin yesterday, cause this skin I'm using now was screwed. BUT, LOOK. ITS WORKING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;Computer the whole day o____o! Played Pet Forest, HAVEN'T STARTED ON MATHS AND FN BEAR. Like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post already, maybe monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1798938129154095613?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1798938129154095613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-to-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1798938129154095613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1798938129154095613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/true-to-your-heart.html' title='True to your heart.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-3429081938946207520</id><published>2010-04-23T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:41:27.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarred and scars.</title><content type='html'>My house's void deck is filled with dead bodies of cockroaches.  Disgusting. They are dying but they don't want to, spend their last  moment of dying, moving their feelers or legs. I sound very sadistic,  but hey! Its really gross.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;School today  was, awesome :D. Well, to me :). I was really hyped, giggled my way  through the day :). I'm so evil, I laughed at everyone who has books to  bring home and they look damn heavy. But I didn't have much to bring  home :). Either ways, when to meet Mel and to Dhoby Ghuat we go! Went to  Plaza Sing., ate Mos Burger for lunch. To Daiso subsequently to find my  felt fabric. Bought 2 - Brown and Green. :) Took mrt to Orchard to get  Mel's art materials. When to Takashimaya*'s Art Friend** to get Mel's  markers. I swear, if you go, you'll be so amazed. Everything there, is  like, REAL ART STUFF. Good quality wood to acrylic paper! Facking  awesome. :) Went to Pasir Ris subsequently and took 17 from with Mels :)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Home,  did Jaslin's birthday card when I saw Sean's text message, bought water  for him and when down. Something that I don't have to say happened, so  went off first. Bel and Weiyee on msn, hahahhaa. Funny to the extreme.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really stinking now. Actually not really, just that. I  haven't showered :x! So, now. Off I go, and. Shite, Pet Forest  still under maintence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3429081938946207520?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3429081938946207520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/scarred-and-scars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3429081938946207520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3429081938946207520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/scarred-and-scars.html' title='Scarred and scars.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1364922791764694029</id><published>2010-04-22T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:34:08.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty promises.</title><content type='html'>I hate people who make empty promises, don't you? Seriously pisses me off, like the person just says "I promise" for the sake of saying it; to appease you. Its like "I promise" is a nicer version of, "Please shut the fuck up, you're so whiny and naggy." Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;IT lesson, went to Band Room to chill out for awhile before meeting Charmaine together with Zizi and head to T1. Went to buy Juwon's present, and collect Charmaine's cake and home subsequently :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going broke with the birthdays coming around :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1364922791764694029?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1364922791764694029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/empty-promises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1364922791764694029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1364922791764694029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/empty-promises.html' title='Empty promises.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-5886093322906965595</id><published>2010-04-21T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:46:38.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple scars that are deep.</title><content type='html'>Hello darlingz. I. Am. Back. Missed me? ;D&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Okay, whatever, I don't care if you do, cause I know at least someone does :) And, finally found a skin, I don't think I'll be changing for awhile; I've taken a liking to this skin and I don't give a heck if you don't :). Deal with it okay? :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was awesomeeee. Wasn't really looking forward to PE first, but. Guess what? Sya, Yeetheng, Xianmin accompanied me to run. Plusplus, each time I ran, &lt;b&gt;smelly&lt;/b&gt; kept encouraging me. :) SO SWEET OF THEM RIGHT? Though, Yeetheng went off to encourage Ashley to run. Nat ran so fast :(. Xianmin ran a round with me. Either ways, thanks to all of them plus my dear Sya and Arabel that I've passed my 2.4 :). I'm like really slow -.-''. But whatever, I passed. Then, I saw Paul, and I told him I passed :) After PE, got really annoyed, cause I really did my best to pass, while some slacker &lt;b&gt;cheated and took the shortcut to pass&lt;/b&gt;. Recess, didn't eat. The queue were very long so just bought drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was a failure. I really couldn't keep my eyes open, my eyelids felt too heavy and decided to close on me. But I managed to not sleep, unlike &lt;b&gt;smellyzx&lt;/b&gt; that kept sleeping :3. After school, had maths extra lessons :). I've flunked my maths test, I felt like crying, but didn't. So was in one of the worse tempers. Feel really guilty now /: . Went lunch with clique, and went back up to lessons. Went to find Mel and went to mac, T1 and home subsequently. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags have to be replied here :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weilin, HOI. Don't anyhow horh, I'M NOT A NOOB. And, I know. I've got an ass :)&lt;br /&gt;Bel, MY DEAR. I've replied all your tags thru blog :)&lt;br /&gt;Zhiling, I've tagged back @ blog.&lt;br /&gt;Cherry, HAHHA. LIKE DUH. :D&lt;br /&gt;Alice, supsup :D&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, LOVES &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;May, WHY MY DEAR. WHY. Smile alrightz? You've got me ;)&lt;br /&gt;Jesslyn, kkay.&lt;br /&gt;Weilin, hey crazy :)&lt;br /&gt;KaiJun, luvv &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Denise, replied :)&lt;br /&gt;Kaixin, replied yo! :3&lt;br /&gt;Cass, I amm!&lt;br /&gt;Nat, alrightz.&lt;br /&gt;Denise, HHHAHAAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-5886093322906965595?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/5886093322906965595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-scars-that-are-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5886093322906965595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5886093322906965595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-scars-that-are-deep.html' title='Simple scars that are deep.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7375707702446321477</id><published>2010-04-19T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T20:22:01.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mia till nice skin is found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7375707702446321477?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7375707702446321477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/mia-till-nice-skin-is-found.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7375707702446321477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7375707702446321477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/mia-till-nice-skin-is-found.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-3226226355360561477</id><published>2010-04-15T20:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T20:04:46.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise in the dark.</title><content type='html'>Posted at private blog, I know, the skin is really ugly. But, whatever alright. I can't find anything nice yet :( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitched about a specific guy with Ma'm Amelia just now. He's a motherfucker jerk can? Urgh, he so deserves this really sad life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe voodoo o___o!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3226226355360561477?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3226226355360561477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/promise-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3226226355360561477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3226226355360561477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/promise-in-dark.html' title='Promise in the dark.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-5069801176397083547</id><published>2010-04-14T19:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:08:34.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies are getting clearer.</title><content type='html'>I'm stuck. My life is in this really bad shape now, try'na shape it back isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia babez, cheer up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise and Adrian, okay you both. I feel that I've been this really bad brain for the past one month you guys been together. But, last long aitez? I mean it this time. Last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long.&lt;/span&gt; And I'm really sorry for how touchy and jealous I've been over the month, wish you guys longlong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'll be back soon, when I find me a really nice blogskin. Till then, private blog will be updated. Plus, twitter and plurk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-5069801176397083547?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/5069801176397083547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/lies-are-getting-clearer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5069801176397083547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5069801176397083547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/lies-are-getting-clearer.html' title='Lies are getting clearer.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-699406156027024826</id><published>2010-04-13T20:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:09:35.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies and excuses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Posted at private blog &lt;: . &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/887263697568749135-699406156027024826?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/699406156027024826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/lies-and-excuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/699406156027024826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/699406156027024826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/lies-and-excuses.html' title='Lies and excuses.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6001601653156341687</id><published>2010-04-12T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:54:46.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i41.tinypic.com/2w6e72a.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL. Epic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No gonna post, I've completely screwed my life up. Idk what to do, where to head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Bel, msn babe!&lt;br /&gt;@Carmen, HAHA. THANKZ &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6001601653156341687?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6001601653156341687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6001601653156341687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6001601653156341687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/lol.html' title='I&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i41.tinypic.com/2w6e72a_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887263697568749135.post-3399368643095322693</id><published>2010-04-11T14:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T14:58:46.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby all I need is time.</title><content type='html'>Sort of sick now. Think I'm gonna be down with fever soon o___o! Posted at privatez :D. Really not sure what to post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I hate her -_____________________-!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Nat, HAHAHAA &lt;&lt;:&lt;br /&gt;@Bel, RIGHT BACK AT CHA.&lt;br /&gt;@Wenhui, LOLOL. HELLO WEEEEEEWEEWENHUI :DD&lt;br /&gt;@Bel,-DINGGGDONG- HHAHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3399368643095322693?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3399368643095322693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/sort-of-sick-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3399368643095322693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3399368643095322693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/sort-of-sick-now.html' title='Baby all I need is time.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-3052275431632460299</id><published>2010-04-10T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T20:15:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my heart I still believe.</title><content type='html'>Woke up early for band today :)&lt;br /&gt;Had a game and had to dance the banana dance AND WRITE THE WORD TAMPINES with our asses. Fun to the extreme :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band, went with Charmaine, to buy lunch and slurpeee :D then she waited with me for my bus! After that home. Went for hearing test, ohcrap :( For low sounds (pretty ironic since I play a low sound instrument), the min for me to hear the sound is 45 decibels, anything lower can't be heard. At least high sounds I 5 decibels I can hear. Went out for dinner, and then now. Home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want that puppydog okay mum. I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Denise, OKOK.&lt;br /&gt;@Kaixin, oh you dieee!&lt;br /&gt;@Bel, HHHAAAA. Mine is like, zillions right? :D&lt;br /&gt;@Joey, AHAHA. THANKS.&lt;br /&gt;@Alethea, HI ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3052275431632460299?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3052275431632460299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-my-heart-i-still-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3052275431632460299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3052275431632460299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-my-heart-i-still-believe.html' title='In my heart I still believe.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6736814284224356621</id><published>2010-04-09T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T20:26:16.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby my destiny is tied to your's</title><content type='html'>Just when things couldn't get any better, impaired hearing might actually be a genetic thing in my family line. Wtffffff. Going for the test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today O: . Wasn't really fun cause I was sneezing my nose off! When for band, did homework then practiced. Practiced with Ma'm Xinyi :D. Laughed a lot! :) When off at about, 6? When it was about to close, went dinner with Wewe :D. Hearts ttm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I give up on you, I can't be that bothered already.&lt;br /&gt;You're just desperate, is that it?&lt;br /&gt;Hope not. Either ways, you've been brainwashed.&lt;br /&gt;Responsibilities can't be thrown to another person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't assume its you okay. Its someone in particular :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy birthday Carmen Strutstuff! I love you alrightz? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Bel, HAHHAAA. GO EGGTOFUZX &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;@Regina, hahaha. (: Meiz &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;@Florence, DON'T DENY. LAZY BUM OF THE YEARRR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6736814284224356621?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6736814284224356621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-my-destiny-is-tied-to-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6736814284224356621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6736814284224356621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-my-destiny-is-tied-to-yours.html' title='Baby my destiny is tied to your&apos;s'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1655644905074952142</id><published>2010-04-08T19:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:16:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart skips a beat, everytime you come around.</title><content type='html'>HELLO MELLOZX. I'm back for awhile, while waiting for some tofuzx at home to finish their bath. I have 2 bathroom, but I prefer one to the other so I'm gonna wait :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything much to post about, nothing interesting is really happening. Classes, band, him. And the cycle just repeats and carry on :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 today though. Its not really interesting, but something happened while running jump to it later! Ran like fuck okay. But still, failed. By 2 mins. I try my awesomeness best when my muscles still ache. I got like, 20 something. I seriously have sucky stamina. And smellingbellozxtofu! Each time I run or walk past her, she'll go "GO TOFU" or "GO SMELLY" Hahhaa, I love it ttm :B.  Ohya, before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 17th birthday kor! You're so old now, I love you okay? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the world's best youngest sister :D. I bought him a rose okay. So sweet right? Hahhaa, I had it long ago :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrightz, the replies yo!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow. So uh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;newest to oldest&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@RAFFPRINT, Hi. This don't abuse this, its not for your adverts, please go to a blogshop instead.&lt;br /&gt;@Bel, HAHAHAHA. Hi TOFUZX :D&lt;br /&gt;@Joy, have fun with? o________o&lt;br /&gt;@Cass, its with another teacher :@&lt;br /&gt;@Wanxin, haha! Cool :)&lt;br /&gt;@Denise, I LOVE YOU MORE.&lt;br /&gt;@Florence, EXCUSES MAN! Slackeeeeer :B&lt;br /&gt;@Jesslyn, Relinked. Haha, lyt.&lt;br /&gt;@Florence, PSHHHH&lt;br /&gt;@Nini, NO! I saw it long ago. FOLLOWED LONG LONG AGO KAY. Not observant :(&lt;br /&gt;@Jaslin, GFF &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1655644905074952142?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1655644905074952142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-heart-skips-beat-everytime-you-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1655644905074952142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1655644905074952142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-heart-skips-beat-everytime-you-come.html' title='My heart skips a beat, everytime you come around.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8213848791536013863</id><published>2010-04-06T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:23:06.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smellybellozxtofu :D</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAA, I actually wasn't in the mood to post. But smellybellozxtofu made me smile and laugh in front of my computer like a mad bitch so I just had to post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pssssh! I forgot what I wanted to post, cause I'm deickassheading hyper :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah. Arabel is crazy. And she makes me go crazier. True? Hahhaa, super :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: She's a LIVING definition of crazy :D. Check her out (not at dictionary.com) But atttttttt, hhaahha, in my rainbow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGG. Go to youtube and type MISHKA. Its a motherfucking husky that can talk. Its hard to know what she's saying, BUT REALLY. Its cute to the max!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8213848791536013863?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8213848791536013863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/hahahahaa-i-actually-wasnt-in-mood-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8213848791536013863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8213848791536013863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/hahahahaa-i-actually-wasnt-in-mood-to.html' title='Smellybellozxtofu :D'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1954668566816802353</id><published>2010-04-05T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:55:23.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never had a dream come true,</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna post about tomorrow cause I'll be dead beat. So this shall be an early post. Tags will be replied on Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 99px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2mwifyg.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried tears when I saw this dedication. Sweet to the max okay! I love you too okay brain! So toucheddddd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1954668566816802353?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1954668566816802353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1954668566816802353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1954668566816802353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='Never had a dream come true,'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2mwifyg_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887263697568749135.post-7922859768734189276</id><published>2010-04-05T17:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:40:49.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on before its too late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;Freaking Regina, I love you! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:150%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she posted that for me, so it is only right to post it back to her :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning - Mac with Regina, laughed like a retard! She kept cutting shapes using my pancakes :(. Haha, so went I ate them, she'll start screaming :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - Went for sectionals just now :) After that, went out with Denise, walked around, had a heart to heart talk. I poured out everything I've always wanted to say to her. Feels good :). So then, bought her stuffs for her Adrian :D. Hahah, laughed like two peas in a pod. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Amelia, Haha, I love you too :)&lt;br /&gt;@Nini, followed you like long ago! Hah, thanks ;D&lt;br /&gt;@Regina, OKOK. Change already :D&lt;br /&gt;@Cherry, damummy (L)!&lt;br /&gt;@Jesslyn, linked :)&lt;br /&gt;@Wenhui, AHAA. Hello sexaye :D&lt;br /&gt;@Weiling, Ganstead &lt;3 ;D&lt;br /&gt;@Chanel, HELLO AHMA &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;@Cass, I wished.&lt;br /&gt;@KaiJun, HELLO DEAR. I LOVE YOU TOO &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS IS THE END MY DARLINGS. &lt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7922859768734189276?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7922859768734189276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/hold-on-before-its-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7922859768734189276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7922859768734189276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/hold-on-before-its-too-late.html' title='Hold on before its too late.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7005562002949965627</id><published>2010-04-04T14:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:52:22.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart beats fast right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 382px; height: 208px;" src="http://i39.tinypic.com/2cx7zx0.png" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro has major pms issues. Okay, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really lazy to post! Hands ache like mad cause of yesterday, carried the tuba down 4 levels with chairs and stands. I'm not complaining okay! I'm just stating the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7005562002949965627?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7005562002949965627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-heart-beats-fast-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7005562002949965627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7005562002949965627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-heart-beats-fast-right-now.html' title='My heart beats fast right now.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/2cx7zx0_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887263697568749135.post-6441077330404463714</id><published>2010-04-03T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:33:31.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause my heart won't let me.</title><content type='html'>I wasted 2 hours, to find links, twice. Twice cause blogger decided to bitch around with me, and crash my template. So yeah, I had to redo everything! But I had a soft copy but no links! So I had to re find everything. If your link isn't there, notify me via tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, went band :). Ma'm Denise wasn't there :(. Okay, jump to that part LATER. Brought tuba, chairs, stands to the primary school indoor sports hall. I swear, they have their own electric scoreboard! So, cause the tuba was super heavy,  (considering the fact that from 4th floor we carried it to to the 1st floor, and still have to walk) so kept resting. And because there wasn't any PT, carrying it about already seems like PT! Okay, enough complaining, not like as if my hands really dropped off. So, had auditions. I failed, though it was easy if my stupid nervousness could just disappear! Jeez, I failed both my auditions twice cause I was too nervous. Like major what the angels man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So okay, after Band, went lunch with Regina and Amelia though the moment we reached the food court, Amelia had to go :(. Crapped a lot while eating with Regina. After eating, walked around. Went to Art Box, I swear the prices are out of the world! Jeez.. Subsequently, we went to T1, and walked around, went to the pet shop, (I forgot what name, but its the highest level) saw hamsters. But there was a particular hamster. It was called, Winter White - Sapphire if I didn't remember wrongly, the hamster was mummywoah! Super active, it was running around the whole enclosure like some monster! Super fast, and active! Walked around, and went to UrbanWrite, to find a planner but the lady told us to try Times&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; which we did. So there, we sort of sitted down, laughed like mad and a lady approached us to do a survey about SQ&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;. Weird to the extreme. But I can't remember the gist of the conversation, but she did asked what cca we're in so when we said band she asked for the Instrument, I didn't say mine, but Regina said hers and the lady said to her friend that there was a lot of clarinets? And, she said both me and Regina were really cute and commented on our friendship saying that we're really close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;* - Spiritual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quotation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;** - Its the bookstore okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia, cheerup kay :). You've got me no matter what :D. Text me if you want a listening ear (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6441077330404463714?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6441077330404463714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-my-heart-wont-let-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6441077330404463714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6441077330404463714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/cause-my-heart-wont-let-me.html' title='Cause my heart won&apos;t let me.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-2082351070430777185</id><published>2010-04-02T16:05:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T22:05:47.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And if you asked me if I loved him, I'd lie.</title><content type='html'>Zizi you must see this! I love you &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna post about today, I basically died at home rotting. Sad ain't it? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I won't post about today, I shall blog about Ris Low. Ris Low, is. Now. A. Dj. For 98.7 FM. Like what the shite. I want Rozz back! Pssh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a polite kid - you just don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a bitch - if you don't know me.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a hyper person - if you know me.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a clumsy person - if you know me.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a straightforward person - if you know me.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm a nonsensical person - if you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog now since I promised :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia N. , Chiobuuu! Thanks for being there for me and cheering me up and of course, hear my rants ._. ! Thanks a plenty, and you should cheerup too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arabel, Smellybelly! Thanks for being there &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;. You're the best smellybelly I can find :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise Tan, Brain! Thanks for cheering me up, and hear my rants. You're a great SL :) and last long with your Adrian, and have a fun trip out of the country :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peizi, ZIZI! Thanks for your advice and for being &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;. I love you &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;♥.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weilin, Priceless! Thanks for being there, your advice, cheering me ups and listening to me rant! Last long with your mo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-2082351070430777185?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/2082351070430777185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-gonna-post-about-today-i-basically.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2082351070430777185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2082351070430777185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-gonna-post-about-today-i-basically.html' title='And if you asked me if I loved him, I&apos;d lie.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6922535475116057307</id><published>2010-04-01T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:54:42.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're on mine, am I on yours?</title><content type='html'>My black leather computer chair, with a blue cushion is nowwwww. Hot. My ass has been toasting in since I've started the hunt for nicer blog skin :). I'll settle with this, FIRST. Before I find another. Excluding the warmness I've caused for my (poor) chair and cushion. My fingers are breaking apart as I type. Like hello, I've clicked multiple links, to remove DEAD links AND relink. Jeez, I still have some MINOR edits I wanna do, but I think if I go into my template again, it'll just crashed. So screw that :D. Sooooo , tomorrow is Good Friday, anyone has plans? I shall post about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, school morning assembly. Mr Hafiz said something about new timetable and every Monday school starts @ 815. O: . Cool, I can wake up @ 7! Okay, so after that, I couldn't remember. Then Home Econ :). I forgot to bring textbook. Waittttt, I lost it. Okay, so then, Mr Bala wanted to look at the class and teacher teach? The silence was seriously.. uncomfortable, wasn't like the class to be that quiet. Well, at least half the class. So then, nothing much happened. After school, waited in class for Home Econ retest and went off to Band. And fuckshit, I'm not gonna elaborate. I'm really motherfucking guilty for ____________ it. I swear I didn't mean to, it was purely an accident. I really need to save money, and get another for myself. Okay, so around 445, left for the Sec 3 Matching exercise. We'll most of us&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; didn't know where and when to assemble. So I went to ask Ms Eng. And ohwell, lazy to elaborate again. So yeah, went and assemble and take brochures :D. And, wasted most of my time at the Republic Poly's booth. Haha, kept disturbing the guy, he's really nice and cute! After, Mr Bala was talking about the courses and such. I paid a lot of attention. So then, after that. Students whose parents weren't here could go, but I didn't. Instead, I stayed back in school and socialise with the teachers. Haha, talked with Ms Tan the most, she's very nice and funny outside class :D. Okay, so around 750, left and parents pick me up and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Mac for dinner. Fucking Mc spicy is fucking spicy. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Us* &lt;/span&gt;- Us being most of the Sec 2s in Band that left and stuck together as a group before assembling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6922535475116057307?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6922535475116057307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-on-mine-am-i-on-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6922535475116057307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6922535475116057307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/04/your-on-mine-am-i-on-yours.html' title='You&apos;re on mine, am I on yours?'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7180219595210644281</id><published>2010-03-30T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:05:44.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never let you go.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, maybe like now. I can't tell the true from the fake ones. Maybe Weilin's right, "Sometimes people who're always around you physically, doesn't mean they're with you in heart." Makes sense? I guess so, quality over quantity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you something you want to say to me, say it to my face. Don't pass letters around, and bitch among yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really mentally tired to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7180219595210644281?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7180219595210644281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7180219595210644281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-let-you-go.html' title='Never let you go.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887263697568749135.post-3975370208293219541</id><published>2010-03-29T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:26:52.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't help falling in love.</title><content type='html'>I wished you could read my mind, but. If you did, wow. I mean, things won't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking on sunshine :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, some stuffs in the morning? O: . Forgottt! And, Mrs Goh doesn't wanna return me my book :(. I swear, if she did. I WILL NEVER EVER EVER READ A BOOK FOR ANY OTHER LESSON!!!!! But she won't :(! Its a book Cass gave me :@. MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO TOP IT OFF :(. I need more books to read. I want a personal library :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Afternoon, WAITED FOR MADAM TONG FOR THE FORM. She never showed up!!! ROAR. So then, went to band :). Was alone till Mam Xinyi came :) .&lt;br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, I got really pissed off. TODAY. AT. A TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody dick, you also cannot. So stfu :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3975370208293219541?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3975370208293219541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-help-falling-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3975370208293219541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3975370208293219541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/cant-help-falling-in-love.html' title='Can&apos;t help falling in love.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6169880388995155400</id><published>2010-03-28T17:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T17:57:10.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarred hearts that can't be healed.</title><content type='html'>Ohwow. Didn't post for so long cause.. well. Was busy :X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick now. And hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a world crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post anymore, I can't remember anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6169880388995155400?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6169880388995155400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/scarred-hearts-that-cant-be-healed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6169880388995155400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6169880388995155400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/scarred-hearts-that-cant-be-healed.html' title='Scarred hearts that can&apos;t be healed.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-3329901859291068699</id><published>2010-03-21T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:21:57.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the simple things that you do that really hurt my feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seconds hours so many days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You know what you want but how long can you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Every moment last forever if you feel you’ve lost your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What if your chances are already gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Started believing that I could be wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But you give me one good reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to fight and never walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so hear I am - still holding on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Every step you climb another mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You’ll make it through the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Weather the hurricanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To get to that one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just when you think the road is going nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just when you’ve almost gave up on your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then take it by the hand and show you that you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at grandparent's place just now. Watched Percy Jackson &amp;amp; The Lightning Thief :). Not bad, not badz. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moodswings these days, what is wrong with me? ==.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a tumblr account :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORGOT TO BLOG THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wanna wish my month 21 sisters, Zizi and Wewe. Peizi and Wenhui respectively. HAPPY FIRST MONTH &lt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3329901859291068699?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3329901859291068699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/was-at-grandparents-place-just-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3329901859291068699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3329901859291068699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/was-at-grandparents-place-just-now.html' title='Its the simple things that you do that really hurt my feelings.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7563013478631226825</id><published>2010-03-20T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:41:35.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm stupid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm useless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't do anything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm difficult,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard to please,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever changing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a mess in a dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't show up on time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it would save my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to you. According to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But according to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incredible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he can't get me out of his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;According to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irresistible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything he ever wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is opposite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't feel like stopping it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so baby tell me what I got to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's into me for everything I'm not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;according to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, so bloody hyperz now :D! Ohwell, Weilin is facing the wrath of my hyperness. LOL, like, super random :D. There's a limit to how much you can tease her though .____. , tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I LOVE YOU lah, Weilin :). NOW, -tears of joy from Weilin-. LOL, okay. Enough crap :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit fuck, tired ttm now :( , Idk what to do. And guess what. Gff knows why without me telling her whats going on and! Weilin guessed right on her first try. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7563013478631226825?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7563013478631226825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-run-sometimes-i-hide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7563013478631226825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7563013478631226825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-i-run-sometimes-i-hide.html' title='Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1849440720484323567</id><published>2010-03-18T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:56:57.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's in two, one's for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my  body is broken too. - Chloe Woodward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I'm seriously not in the mood to post now, feel so "insulted" and all that crap. Having moodswings. Damnshit, I see the world in a very different light now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really have such a bad personality? Cause it seems, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1849440720484323567?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1849440720484323567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-hearts-in-two-ones-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1849440720484323567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1849440720484323567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-hearts-in-two-ones-for-you.html' title='My heart&amp;#39;s in two, one&amp;#39;s for you.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4414846427309816803</id><published>2010-03-17T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:10:40.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth in your eyes say you'll never leave me.</title><content type='html'>The touch of your hand say you'll catch me wherever I fall.&lt;br /&gt;You say it best when you say nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome song :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is band tomorrow, 9-4. Lets see, thats like.. 7 hours :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, damn. I'm not gonna post cause the holidays are pretty boring. School is fucked up with their budget shirts, and they have this hope that their students will wear it with smiles on their faces on friday. Jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd!!&lt;br /&gt;When you start a diet, you'll probably lose weight in places you don't wanna lose first. Totally true :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4414846427309816803?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4414846427309816803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/truth-in-your-eyes-say-youll-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4414846427309816803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4414846427309816803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/truth-in-your-eyes-say-youll-never.html' title='The truth in your eyes say you&apos;ll never leave me.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6449565934544254319</id><published>2010-03-16T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T20:42:59.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your faith is walking on broken glass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;And now you're beside me and look how far we've come&lt;br /&gt;So far we are so close&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised if you aren't. I'm actually doing homework o_____o! Odd enough. &lt;s&gt;Lazy to type, lazy to post&lt;/s&gt; :). I shall carry on doing homework, surf youtube, search for pictures all at the same time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stick to my desicion of not posting :x. I still came back, to post that lyrics up :). God .__. , its unlucky when someone sees you in an ugly state. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6449565934544254319?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6449565934544254319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-faith-is-walking-on-broken-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6449565934544254319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6449565934544254319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-faith-is-walking-on-broken-glass.html' title='Your faith is walking on broken glass.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-2166957092603479483</id><published>2010-03-15T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:02:19.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe its my imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe were friends&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're more&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I see you stare just a little too long&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me start to wonder&lt;br /&gt;So baby call me crazy&lt;br /&gt;But I think you feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I, Maybe I&lt;br /&gt;Just got to get next to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Bloody lazy to upload pictures Wewe did for me on msn. Ohwell, guess you people just have to wait (: . There might be band on thursday O: . Gogoooo! I wanna blow my tuba :(, its been like, sooo long :&lt;. So today, went movie with Amelia N. and Yeetheng to watch Alice in Wonderland. The 3D one cheat money, there isn't a lot of parts that 3D features can fit through. But, since my brother watched beforehand, we watched the 2D one. As usual, movies have their twist in the story, and well. You watch yourself if you wanna know what :). The movie was awesomee :D. So after that, planned to slack around Tampines after calling Weiling for zillions of time. But, in the end, I called her for the last time, and viola! She picked up, so, sort of cancelled plans to slack cause I had to go over to meet Weiling @ east point. So, was supposed to meet some of her friends .__. , I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me; I just didn't have the courage to meet them. Jeez, so after mustering courage and stalling time by buying my book (Jennifer Weiner - In Her Shoes), I went down to meet down. Well, they weren't half bad. Pretty friendly and funny. Okay, so well, after thatttt. Went to Weiling's place. Mood dropped to negative zero. Don't fucking ask why. Jeez, wanted to slack around Tampines or meet Cheehoe, but whatever. I thought about it again, and decided I need a time out, &lt;b&gt;alone&lt;/b&gt;, so yeah. Walked around 201, before heading home, the walk home was really quiet, which I absolutely love. So yeah, mood went slightly up after that :), damnhell. Holidays suck when you're at home with no dates to date. Jeez, soooooooooo! I'm bored (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-2166957092603479483?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/2166957092603479483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-its-my-imagination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2166957092603479483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2166957092603479483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-its-my-imagination.html' title='Maybe its my imagination'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4690532360856211714</id><published>2010-03-13T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:57:16.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence means consent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/sdibr7.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I have a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/j94ks4.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zizi, tag on blog T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not blog about something :). Belly knows what happen yesterday night doesn't she? :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: . School's teeshirt suck. School logo is like, in the middle of your left and right breast. Wtf? And, the collar of green serious suck. Overall, it sucks. School is mother fucking budget, give us ALL wrong sizes ==. I seriously wonder how some people gonna fit. I mean, you give a fatass, xs? You sure that guy can fit? Imagine he move a bit, and woah. Teeshirt rips -.-''!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4690532360856211714?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4690532360856211714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/image-and-video-hosting-by-tinypic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4690532360856211714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4690532360856211714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/image-and-video-hosting-by-tinypic.html' title='Silence means consent.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.tinypic.com/sdibr7_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887263697568749135.post-897425087337800302</id><published>2010-03-12T17:20:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:15:21.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart's plastic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 60px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/33bpppk.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zizi, if you see this. You're the only one okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so special, her tag reply to me is a msn-picture :). So my reply shall beee! You'll see @ the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;end of the post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;My heart's into two. I feel as though I'm waiting for the sky to drop &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; for you to say something you used to say to me. ( I don't mean it in the negative way, but is it that impossible? /: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a reallly interesting old note on fb :). Shall post it here and change the answers :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, I've posted it here, but it was wayyyy too long, so its on facebook. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm done :D. God. I need my ears D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I could say what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I wanna blow you away&lt;br /&gt;Be with you every night&lt;br /&gt;Am I squeezing you too tight&lt;br /&gt;If I could say what I want to see&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you go down&lt;br /&gt;On one knee&lt;br /&gt;Marry me today&lt;br /&gt;Guess &lt;b&gt;I'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;With these things I'll never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2llnin9.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:D. I loveee you zizi-pig :} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahhaaa :D. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Many thanks to Wewee! For lending me the msn conv to type thatt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;} Tags replied :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-897425087337800302?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/897425087337800302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-ill-never-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/897425087337800302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/897425087337800302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-ill-never-say.html' title='My heart&apos;s plastic.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/33bpppk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887263697568749135.post-6691482560181717663</id><published>2010-03-11T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:09:06.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time of our lifes.</title><content type='html'>Today was (ironically) fun :D. Went out with Jaslin after school to check phone pricings, then slacked with her around Tampines area :D. Waited for our kings and queens to arrive :]. Didn't really talk much, since I barely know them. But, they seem pretty friendly :). Bused home with Carlyn. I don't wanna say details :x. Oh, and I bought a topaz house shirt, CAUSEEE. Sapphire was out of stock. And I desperately needed an extra PE. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm starting to believe; just like you. Maybe &lt;b&gt;it&lt;/b&gt; might last.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it if you &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; a feeling for something, but you never voice it out. And a person comes and tell you something, and hey, you're right. But, if its &lt;b&gt;something&lt;/b&gt; good then okay. But, if its about a &lt;b&gt;completely&lt;/b&gt; different &lt;b&gt;thing&lt;/b&gt;; its bad. Very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Screw the woman's intuition&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's breakingg!!! Its having some sort of nervous breakdown. Its not functioning right. I NEED MY TWIN, I NEED MY PRICELESS. I NEED MY ZIZI AND WEWE D: . And to top it off, PARTY A AND PARTY B KEEPS FIGHTING :(. I'm losing my "f".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;} Tags replied :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6691482560181717663?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6691482560181717663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-of-our-lifes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6691482560181717663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6691482560181717663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-of-our-lifes.html' title='The time of our lifes.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8665434793393606822</id><published>2010-03-10T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:32:12.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know how to appreciate me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet Simms: I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me&lt;br /&gt;I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt; now the rain is just&lt;br /&gt;Washing you out of my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeping an eye on the world,&lt;br /&gt;With so many thousands of feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm over you now I'm at home in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;That are towering over your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Gaskarth: Forgive me, I'm trying to find&lt;br /&gt;My calling, I'm calling at night&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to be a bother,&lt;br /&gt;But have you seen this girl?&lt;br /&gt;She's been running through my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And it's driving me crazy, it seems&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to ask her to marry me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she doesn't believe in love,&lt;br /&gt;He's determined to call her bluff&lt;br /&gt;Who could deny these butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;That are filling his gut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remembering Sunday - All Time Low.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome song, (: .&lt;br /&gt;Not really in the mood to post, so I'm just gonna post this short paragraph, and, I know that I wished you looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know howwww put he managed to manipulate you, but whatever. I just want you to know, there's more it seems to just a mere question. Something happened &lt;b&gt;before&lt;/b&gt;; awww. Silly me, I can't tell you, cause you'll probably won't believe me. But I wished you'll sort of, miraculously know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's this; What you know can't hurt you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're all gonna be hurt in the end, its only before or later; a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS: Tags replied :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8665434793393606822?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8665434793393606822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/juliet-simms-im-not-coming-back-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8665434793393606822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8665434793393606822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/juliet-simms-im-not-coming-back-ive.html' title='You know how to appreciate me.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-3510116394434079442</id><published>2010-03-09T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T15:50:59.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>According to you, Baby. You win.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So baby keep my heart beat b-beat beat beating.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post later, please tag. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. So bloody tired. Talked to Peeeeee on the phone last night, we talked for 25 minutes. Then we both slept for 35 minutes WITH THE PHONE LINE STILL ON. Jeez, my phone vibrated, so I woke up, then I decided to hang up :X. I could actually hear his breaths. Jeez, mighty stalkish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to carry typingggg. Howz? :( .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall post LATERZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3510116394434079442?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3510116394434079442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-you-win.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3510116394434079442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3510116394434079442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/baby-you-win.html' title='According to you, Baby. You win.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8166002263125719801</id><published>2010-03-08T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:17:22.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars are falling, but they're not shooting.</title><content type='html'>Idk what the fuck you want, but whatever. You didn't bother to ask, and YOU ONLY HEARD ONE FUCKING SIDE OF THE STORY. So, I honestly now. Am tired of making you un-angry to me. So, screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, stay back. Had fun :D. Bussed home, I was a shoulder pillow D: . Awwz :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;s&gt;I hope you're fucking happy she's pissed -.-''&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt; I don't mean to say that. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And my tagboard, is at my "profile" section, its at the &lt;s&gt;Leave a message&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Its comments now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8166002263125719801?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8166002263125719801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/stars-are-falling-but-theyre-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8166002263125719801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8166002263125719801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/stars-are-falling-but-theyre-not.html' title='Stars are falling, but they&apos;re not shooting.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-2079892880788404899</id><published>2010-03-07T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:28:03.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn and crushed to pieces.</title><content type='html'>I think my heart's broken. I need a heart doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later, don't move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isn't it ironic that we  ignore those who adore us , adores the one who ignore us , hurt those  who love us , love the ones who hurt us ?&lt;/i&gt; - Credits to Jesreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I'm trying my best. To make things normal, but they aren't working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I love my priceless, Weilin muchmuchz. :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for just now, being there for me, listening to my problems and helping me. I heartheartluvluv you okay? Precious priceless. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: You better read that dedication and cry for me tears of joy or touched-ness alright. :B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided, maybe I think too much about life. I should just let go everyday's worries. I don't wanna be a worry freak anymore, I wanna be hyper &gt;:B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-2079892880788404899?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/2079892880788404899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/torn-and-crushed-to-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2079892880788404899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2079892880788404899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/torn-and-crushed-to-pieces.html' title='Torn and crushed to pieces.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8637678245750379714</id><published>2010-03-06T16:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:19:19.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy come, easy go.</title><content type='html'>Urgh, I honestly. Hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went band today, reached school @ 7. Fell asleep for 10 minutes before some came, talk and talk. Went up and packed. After band, went to mac with Regina, something got on my nerve. &lt;i&gt;Stfu about me being fat. I DON'T SEE YOU WITH A MODEL'S FIGURE. So if you don't have a model's figure, do the world a favor, and stfu.&lt;/i&gt; Right, after eating, went to city hall. And went to peninsula plaza, wrong place ): . It was Peninsula SHOPPPING centre, just beside the hotel :). Then, after Regina and I bought my bag, mrt-ed back to Tampines and shopped ;D. Then now home. Gonna watch anime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the fuck is wrong with my life that just keeps getting worse and worse. I so desperately need a private blog. &lt;s&gt;Right, maybe I should.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt; Look @ para two.&lt;/i&gt; Cause I have so many things slowly accumulating within me. People complain and till now, I don't know what is it about. People thinking I'm fat, which I'm desperately trying to think I'm not. People not talking "normally" to me, which I am fretting over plans and ideas to make it normal again. People deciding not to trust me. People.. ugrhh! This list can just carry on and on. I really need a listening ear to pour everything out to, but when I start with the one that gives me a heartache and a headache, at the end of the day, they'll probably be thinking I'm a bitch, which I'm also trying to avoid. My computer's speaker is down, which means I can't hear any songs to kill my mood. And I keep venting anger on my innocent dad. And the top it off, I have to wear this pathetic smile everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, maybe I shouldn't have a private blog, I should just bottle everything up, and when time comes, I'll just can't take the pressure and die. Its the ugliest way to, but yet easy enough, just don't tell anyone anything. Simple. As. That.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need a new life. And, it sucks when there's no one there for you when down. Suck. Bigtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8637678245750379714?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8637678245750379714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/easy-come-easy-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8637678245750379714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8637678245750379714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/easy-come-easy-go.html' title='Easy come, easy go.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6432179719737317155</id><published>2010-03-05T17:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:34:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People don't see how much you mean to them</title><content type='html'>I've got like, so many things in my heart that I'm just dying to say out. But, I just have no one to scream to, some people are like, they don't even know anything from start. Some people lack &lt;i&gt;certain&lt;/i&gt; details that I can't share, cause its not just mine to share. I'm dying on the inside. People complained about me, people gossip about me, people don't trust me, people dislike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm just really tired. And I guess, I feel really empty. I can't stand up on my own two feet and look at the world, cause the next thing I'll know, I'll fall. Sometimes, I rather dream about what I wished the world I lived in be, I control everything. Everything goes my way. But when reality gives me a double check and suck me back into it, it sucks. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I seriously need to get a new life. And the same time, books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6432179719737317155?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6432179719737317155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-like-so-many-things-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6432179719737317155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6432179719737317155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-got-like-so-many-things-in-my-heart.html' title='People don&apos;t see how much you mean to them'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-475053967982423947</id><published>2010-03-04T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:47:08.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality gives me a double check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;And then a hero comes along        &lt;br /&gt;With the strength to carry on        &lt;br /&gt;And you cast your fears aside        &lt;br /&gt;And you know you can survive        &lt;br /&gt;So when you feel like hope is gone        &lt;br /&gt;Look inside you and be strong        &lt;br /&gt;And you'll finally see the truth        &lt;br /&gt;That a hero lies in you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happens when your hero leaves you alone. I'm breaking into pieces, so bloody stressed out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-475053967982423947?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/475053967982423947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/reality-gives-me-double-check.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/475053967982423947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/475053967982423947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/reality-gives-me-double-check.html' title='Reality gives me a double check.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-5303116044889677885</id><published>2010-03-03T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:19:06.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing through my brain are nothing anymore.</title><content type='html'>I can't save pictures from flickr into my computer!!! Ohwell, good pictures shall not be shared. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, please. For the love of god girl. Grow up -.-''. Stop being pissed over the slightest thing.&lt;br /&gt;Grhh, I don't mean what I just typed. But whatever. I'm lazy to cancel ^^. I think, I'mma stop posting. Till, sunday? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-5303116044889677885?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/5303116044889677885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flowing-through-my-brain-are-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5303116044889677885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5303116044889677885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/flowing-through-my-brain-are-nothing.html' title='Flowing through my brain are nothing anymore.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-4345430205035462413</id><published>2010-03-01T18:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:38:03.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can hear you breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I have this sudden urge to pierce my tongue or nose. But urges are tolerable.&lt;/s&gt; Its stupid to have that urge. I don't want holes in my body. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the feeling I'm having now :/. It kills me just to think about it. God, my life is stumbling down on me, the whole world is on my shoulders; its weighing me down /: . I desperately need to get a new life, and while at it, destroy this, and just get. A listening ear D: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a picture, but I can't upload it. Not sure why :/. Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ronaaa/4393338036/in/photostream/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4345430205035462413?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4345430205035462413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/crimes-that-my-heart-did-was-to-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4345430205035462413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4345430205035462413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/03/crimes-that-my-heart-did-was-to-love.html' title='I can hear you breathing'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-3191332941740266402</id><published>2010-02-28T11:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:31:21.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hero comes along with the strength to carry on.</title><content type='html'>Right. Just went youtube, a 3-yr old cried over Justin Bieber. Can you believe it? And the most unbelievable thing is, because she cried, he went over to see, what the fuck is wrong with this world? Maybe we should all cry and post it on youtube to see our idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, just found this reallly cute picture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 281px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/3c4rk.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-3191332941740266402?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/3191332941740266402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/fingers-start-to-twist-together-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3191332941740266402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/3191332941740266402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/fingers-start-to-twist-together-under.html' title='A hero comes along with the strength to carry on.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i47.tinypic.com/3c4rk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887263697568749135.post-4495391986733186756</id><published>2010-02-27T16:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T16:35:39.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its you and me of all other people, I can't see my eyes off you.</title><content type='html'>Deleted previous post. I tried my best to make her like me, she doesn't then fuck it (: .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm the only one saving his life.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even wanna &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to stop smoking.&lt;br /&gt;And I try so hard to make sure that he doesn't do it, make him promise, swear, cross his heart.&lt;br /&gt;I even have to resort to praying when I have no god to pray to.&lt;br /&gt;I think, I'm gonna give up on him, I mean, there's no point if I'm the only one that's trying. It takes 2 hands to clap. If he tells me he wanna stop, then he'll have to prove it cause I'm not gonna believe in words anymore. Its gonna be all actions and for bloody's sake. Stop promising me anything if you're don't plan to uphold that promise cause I can't take disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you do stumble upon this blog by chance, you better stop. Cause then I won't be your cousin anymore, you'll just be someone I thought I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had enough. My life really sucks. And it sucks more, when you're tired and still smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up @ 6. Kept begging mum for like extra 5 mins till 630 :x. Then called Bj O: , that guy was supposed to morning call me, but it became me morning called him. So took bus to Tampines Inter. 67 to school, Bj was supposed to meet me on the bus, but he was a step late. Hohz, so all the way to school! Then blahblah, had audition. Guess what. I failed -.-'', Jeez. I hate failure. Okay, I've lost mood to type. Mood swings these days .___.'' ! Dinner party later, its gonna be boring, I'm doubledouble sure. Its gonna be one of &lt;i&gt;those&lt;/i&gt; dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could reach up and hold a star for every time you                    made me smile, I would have the whole night sky in the palm of                    my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-4495391986733186756?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/4495391986733186756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-you-and-me-of-all-other-people-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4495391986733186756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/4495391986733186756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-you-and-me-of-all-other-people-i.html' title='Its you and me of all other people, I can&apos;t see my eyes off you.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7093106605275405011</id><published>2010-02-24T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:15:55.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll believe you even when no one else does.</title><content type='html'>Geog retest today. It was easier. Mr Sim didn't care when we were copying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Glny4jSciVI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Glny4jSciVI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, ITS SO NICE :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://wearetheworldfoundation.org/the-song/"&gt;http://wearetheworldfoundation.org/the-song/"&lt;/a&gt; see the artists who sang the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is pure awesomee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, tuition soon. I gotta go (:&lt; .  And, I have a &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DeniseL_"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt;  account :B. Follow me :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7093106605275405011?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7093106605275405011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-believe-you-even-when-no-one-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7093106605275405011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7093106605275405011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-believe-you-even-when-no-one-else.html' title='I&apos;ll believe you even when no one else does.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-1267824148649415698</id><published>2010-02-22T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:21:37.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See how much you mean to me.</title><content type='html'>Right. Yesterday was the time of my life, full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHTYZ. I'm tired D: . NEED STUDY FOR GEOG RETEST MAN.&lt;br /&gt;Shit fuck, D: . Shall not post for a longg time :x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, did the birthday thingy. TRIED MY BEST TO REMEMBER ALL BIRTHDATES. But apparently, I can't remember. And some dates I actually DO remember, But I just wanna confirm it. Again, leave tags, and I'll update it asap. Thanks :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-1267824148649415698?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/1267824148649415698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/see-how-much-you-mean-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1267824148649415698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/1267824148649415698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/see-how-much-you-mean-to-me.html' title='See how much you mean to me.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-2062625093129587655</id><published>2010-02-21T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T19:07:53.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The spaces between your fingers were meant to be filled with mine.</title><content type='html'>Owl City ♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not post. Shall download more Owl City songs :3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-2062625093129587655?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/2062625093129587655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/spaces-between-your-fingers-were-meant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2062625093129587655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2062625093129587655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/spaces-between-your-fingers-were-meant.html' title='The spaces between your fingers were meant to be filled with mine.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-9094448684660936178</id><published>2010-02-20T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:30:19.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my pillar of strength and faith.</title><content type='html'>I'm done with the tag replies baby! Bolded words are the replies. Scroll down till you find your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. Like very, emotionally and physically. Emotionally, well.. due to some stuff. Physically cause I woke up @ 5 when Bj gave me a morning call, then I fell asleep. And woke up @ 6 again. Rush to mac .___.''. Went for band, had pt. Wasn't that bad I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost mood to post. Too tired, going out tomorrow. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CANNOT WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; I mean who can?! :3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit. I did a quiz of fb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Denise Ling, below are your Personality Tests result:&lt;br /&gt;Who is  your true self: You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice.  People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues.  Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a  problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;br /&gt;Your  view on yourself:  &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ  : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You are intelligent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ   : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Honest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ    : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ     : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You are friendly to everybody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ       : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Don't like conflict&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ        : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Because you're so cheerful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ         : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Fun people are naturally attracted to you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ          : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Like to talk to you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of  girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ          : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You are a true romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ            : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;When you are in love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ             : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You will do anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ              : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Everything to keep your love true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your  readiness to commit to a relationship: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ              : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you  meet the right person&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ               : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;And you believe you will pretty much know  as soon as you might that person&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You are very serious about relationships&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                  : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Aren't interested in wasting time with  people you don't really like&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                  : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;If you meet the right person&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                    : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You will fall deeply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                     : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Beautifully in love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on  education: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                     : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You may not like to study but you have  many practical ideas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                      : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You listen to your own instincts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                        : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Tend to follow your heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                         : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;So you will probably end up with an  unusual job&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                          : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You're a practical person&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                           : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Will choose a secure job with a steady  income&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                           : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Knowing what you like to do is important&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                             : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Find a regular job doing just that&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                              : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You'll be set for life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you  view success: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                               : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You are afraid of failure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                                : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Scared to have a go at the career you  would like to have in case you don't succeed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                                 : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Don't give up when you haven't yet even  started! Be courageous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                                  : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;You are concerned about your image&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                                   : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;The way others see you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                                    : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;This means that you try very hard to be  accepted by other people&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                                     : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;It's time for you to believe in who you  are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ                                     : &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/yourself_btr/index.php#" onclick="(new  Image()).src =  '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=334941359458&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=14c04e1206492fe43400051fa9dae657&amp;amp;position=3&amp;amp;'  + Math.random();return true;"&gt;Not what you wear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, I think they are true though .__.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-9094448684660936178?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/9094448684660936178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-my-pillar-of-strength-and-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/9094448684660936178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/9094448684660936178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-my-pillar-of-strength-and-faith.html' title='You&apos;re my pillar of strength and faith.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-743181558781120594</id><published>2010-02-19T19:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:20:28.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed skin ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking on msn now. Shall now post. I shall only say, I'll die a terrible death tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-743181558781120594?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/743181558781120594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/changed-skin-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/743181558781120594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/743181558781120594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/changed-skin-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-7084921825999406856</id><published>2010-02-17T20:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:09:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you to see how much you mean to me.</title><content type='html'>Screw mosquitoes kore man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why. If you see my left arm, YOU'LL SEE. I have got like, 8 mosquitoes bite there. And another 8 scattered around the entire surface of my body. Urgh. Stupid mosquitoes. They should just suck their own blood, OR suck their mate's blood OR SOMEONE ELSE. I mean like, my blood ain't that sweet. Sweetlord, I'm drowning in math. I'm barely treading in it. Grh, screw algrebra. And the guy who created it. Whats wrong with him man! He makes everyone lives so difficult. Jeez, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after school went for self practice. Then after took mrt with Amelia and Yeetheng, got really pissed off with Junjie on the way. But whatever right? Okay, so when to T1 with Amelia ( Yeetheng went home though we asked her to tag along. ) Righht! Tm first, then to T1. Bought the roses :D. I gave one to Amelia, I'm keeping one for myself. I'm giving the last one to &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mmz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. But I doubt I'll survive the embarrassment though. Hais, okay so then. Got the roses, ( They are fake, if I got the real ones, by the time I meet him, they probably withered and died. ) Went to take bus 18. Sweetlord, the sun was REALLY shining. Stupid yellow sun, he picked the wrong time to shine man! Okay, so then home :D. I cutted off alot of details cause, FINGERS DON'T TALK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanna sleep. Tired crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. AND. AND. I think I'm gonna put my board back ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-7084921825999406856?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/7084921825999406856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-you-to-see-how-much-you-mean-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7084921825999406856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/7084921825999406856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-you-to-see-how-much-you-mean-to.html' title='I want you to see how much you mean to me.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-5720729460794998831</id><published>2010-02-16T17:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T21:04:12.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TIRED. Very tired. Super tired. &lt;s&gt;Fuck&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sworn to no vulgar, so I editted the post and don't ask why its rubberducky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Rubberducky tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up @ 430. For like, 5 days in a row, I slept at 3 and woke up around 7 or 8? -____________-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate visiting people.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna collect the red packets stuffed with money.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna gamble till I win $200.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple terms, Screw the visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-5720729460794998831?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/5720729460794998831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5720729460794998831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5720729460794998831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-946823184868001877</id><published>2010-02-11T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:16:29.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise is a big word.</title><content type='html'>Not in the good mood, sometimes I wonder, if I try too hard to make people like me, I should just be myself. I guess, thats one positive way to look at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something just pissed me off. I'm not gonna talk about it. I'll rant it to someone, but maybe. Just maybe, I heard something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. School was boring, as usual. Went to band (: . Almost late .__. , was looking around for Jaslin, for her rosee :B. But I couldn't find her D: . Then, went up. Ladeda. Lazy to type. Something random just got on my nerve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-946823184868001877?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/946823184868001877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/promise-is-big-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/946823184868001877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/946823184868001877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/promise-is-big-word.html' title='Promise is a big word.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-650156795333573112</id><published>2010-02-10T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:53:32.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbreakable bonds.</title><content type='html'>If you don't wanna taste pain, don't taste happiness. Cause once you tasted happiness everything else you feel is pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too disappointed in anything and everything to post now. Maybe I had too much hope on &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; rose. Maybe I shouldn't think about it. After all, its just a rose and not the rose. Urgh, Idk how to describe how I feel now, nothing seems right now. My world is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cursed 6 times. I'll make sure I don't say one tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-650156795333573112?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/650156795333573112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/unbreakable-bonds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/650156795333573112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/650156795333573112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/unbreakable-bonds.html' title='Unbreakable bonds.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-8211588024060210442</id><published>2010-02-09T21:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:43:29.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in something bigger than us.</title><content type='html'>I needa rush. Homework to do, people to talk to :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, school was suckish. Not cause lessons were boring, but cause I couldn't keep my eyes open. They felt heavy, I tried my best. But I fell asleep during English class. Couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, band :D. Okay, I think something rather got into my brain, lost hope on you. Zzz, I keep thinking its me. Okay, ignore that, after band. Went high. Like, very. Screaming around and around with many people. Run here and there, poke here and there, screams here and there :D. Classical pokes, comical laughs :B. LOL, okay. Took mrt supposingly with Regina and Amelia, but when the door was closing and was saying bye to the rest. Regina pushed me out. Then everyone laughed. So waited for people to come and then boarded the next train :D. Went to T1 with seniors :D. Jiaqi, Cheryl (?), Joyjoy and Peizi :D. Okay, then after awhile. Wow, phone call ==. My eardrums burst already. Haiz, so when Jiaqi, Joyjoy and Peizi left to TM. I went home :D. I think I got onto someone's nerve. Crap, ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework now, :D. Talk to people later. Text messaging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andand, I wanna not use vulgar already.&lt;br /&gt;Alsoalso, I wanna not get on people's nerve too D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editt (!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to add, during band, Miss Liyana announced the all the section leaders, band commitee members, AND GUESS WHAT??!?? Denise Tan is the tuba section leader :B. Hahh &gt;:D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-8211588024060210442?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/8211588024060210442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/believe-in-something-bigger-than-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8211588024060210442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/8211588024060210442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/believe-in-something-bigger-than-us.html' title='Believe in something bigger than us.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-2032700413515050192</id><published>2010-02-08T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:34:03.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliberately breaks.</title><content type='html'>Haihai, I'm posting nowz :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stucked between tahoma and arial D: . I needa pick one, why can't we have a mixture of both?! Jeez ): .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I can't remember what happened during school time, I was kinda blur and stuff. After school, went with Regina and Denise to Tampines :D. Denise went to find Hongyong, me and Regina slacked. Zi high @ Toy'rus pictures were taken, but I'm lazy to upload :3. Waited for Cheehoe to come then went to T1 to slack :D. While waiting, saw Paul :D. Lalalaa, went home around 4 or 5 I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out, I need to be friendly. I see people with normal faces looking @ me. I wanna be someone who makes people smile man /: .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-2032700413515050192?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/2032700413515050192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/deliberately-breaks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2032700413515050192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/2032700413515050192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/deliberately-breaks.html' title='Deliberately breaks.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-6716169402364844650</id><published>2010-02-07T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:10:05.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathematics formula on love.</title><content type='html'>:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loading White Chicks now ~.~, I watched it alot of times. But, its too funny :].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairyshare.com/movie.php?id=ab4fad10bc9eff146#"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went youtube, saw the mom song. LOL, super cutee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXgoJ0f5EsQ"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You call someone all day long cause you wanna know how their day is going, what they were thinking and if they were thinking of you. - White Chicks "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-6716169402364844650?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/6716169402364844650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/mathematics-formula-on-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6716169402364844650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/6716169402364844650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/mathematics-formula-on-love.html' title='Mathematics formula on love.'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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-887263697568749135.post-5187000574800881298</id><published>2010-02-06T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:06:34.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it was me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/vzyidk.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Chervina's Onsugar :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-5187000574800881298?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/5187000574800881298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-it-was-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5187000574800881298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5187000574800881298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-it-was-me.html' title='When it was me,'/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/vzyidk_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-887263697568749135.post-5047448553746894701</id><published>2010-02-05T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:37:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;With the lips of an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENA_tvz_OyY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENA_tvz_OyY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a terrific song I guess, I mean the verses and lyrics are awesome. The guitar solo doesn't fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I really hate myself. I can't hate someone when I should. Its just, so urgh. I feel weak, and I hate it. I need baobei now D: .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/887263697568749135-5047448553746894701?l=plast-icheartz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/feeds/5047448553746894701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-lips-of-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5047448553746894701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/887263697568749135/posts/default/5047448553746894701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plast-icheartz.blogspot.com/2010/02/with-lips-of-angel.html' title=''/><author><name>Inz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13164831622549124984</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>
