<?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-6231431728034565309</id><updated>2011-08-03T05:41:55.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave one eye open..;]</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome. Enjoy? Loathe? Indulge?;] Just don't over do it. Ciao.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-3939023106310738199</id><published>2010-03-17T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:08:35.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ABOUT TIME :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BjBJB5-kI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dQMFl6LQwXI/s1600-h/P2070975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449464420373232194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BjBJB5-kI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dQMFl6LQwXI/s200/P2070975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, okay, okay. I definitely owe the blog a post. Not sure if anyone bother to read though :/ Anyways, I am in Canada, Vancouver to be specific and my god I friggin' love this country! It's cold but beautiful. When I state 'cold' I mean snow in spring cold! Everywhere you love, you're surrounded by the view of the mountains and the people here are just so nice and courteous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6Bghpr7U1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SLxJY1N_-SE/s1600-h/P3110982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449461680360346450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6Bghpr7U1I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SLxJY1N_-SE/s320/P3110982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I start a pre-requisites course that goes for 6 months, on the 22nd of March. I'm very excited. Hopefully I'll meet some nice people. After I have completed this, I plan to go to college where I shall do my first 2 years of university and transfer into 3rd year uni to SFU or UBC. Planning to do Bachelor in Business Administration with a major in Finance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BiAwUyeKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4CasFnBHvXk/s1600-h/PC150887.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BijTgIe7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/-BiwwjVvMWs/s1600-h/PC150887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449463907788290994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BijTgIe7I/AAAAAAAAAGo/-BiwwjVvMWs/s200/PC150887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way over here, we transited in Seoul, South Korea. I fell in love...with the country :P. It's beautiful and the language is interesting. I began to open the book and now I'm teaching myself Korean. Perhaps when I get more settled in I'll go for classes. I've also been practising my Japanese. I love languages, and hopefully one day, I would like to be fluent in at least 4 languages. It sounds geeky yes, but I find it interesting to learn other cultures and languages. I guess the interest came with my frequent flyer miles :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BhdbyI_GI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fsPLwLgMgVM/s1600-h/PC150891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449462707420462178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BhdbyI_GI/AAAAAAAAAGY/fsPLwLgMgVM/s320/PC150891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I left Singapore on quite a bad note, because of some last minute situation where I saw the true colours of people but there are still some valuable people that I met and I do miss them. I miss my friends in Australia too but there's always facebook and we have been keeping in touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One of my friend is currently in New Jersey, USA right now, being an Au Pair for about a year. It's so cool, we plan to meet up within the year while she's this close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now I can't guarantee when the next post will be, but hopefully the postings will be more frequent when I get my laptop :) Till next time. xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-3939023106310738199?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/3939023106310738199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=3939023106310738199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/3939023106310738199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/3939023106310738199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-about-time-p.html' title='IT&apos;S ABOUT TIME :P'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BjBJB5-kI/AAAAAAAAAGw/dQMFl6LQwXI/s72-c/P2070975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-240374541125533524</id><published>2009-12-04T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T13:12:39.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't time fly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sick of the weather in Singapore!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sick of the people here!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Sick of everyone and everything!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's only 10 days left but I honestly wished it was less. I just hope life in Canada will be much better than what it is in Singapore...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I never came here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-240374541125533524?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/240374541125533524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=240374541125533524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/240374541125533524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/240374541125533524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-time-fly.html' title='Can&apos;t time fly?'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-8250591243587909838</id><published>2009-11-25T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:37:19.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so painful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:S The time of the month doesn't hit me so well sometimes. It's like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;train to the gut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mind right now is rather blank right now, its like there's a lot in mind but too much that I can't focus on one thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; 19 days till departure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Definitely looking forward to it, with some parts looking back. But I'm mostly excited of what's to come. Life's gonna change again, rather drastically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Weather. Food. Money. House. Just everything in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To me, moving from country to country, its like being born again. A whole new start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just wonder how many more times will I have to start again. It refreshing and I am grateful, but its also difficult and tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until next time. xo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-8250591243587909838?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/8250591243587909838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=8250591243587909838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/8250591243587909838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/8250591243587909838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-so-painful.html' title='Oh so painful!'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-2914641544560427559</id><published>2009-11-20T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:30:53.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Friday. :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;How I wish it would stop raining!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; My god, its been like going on for what seems like forever, and furthermore they say that it rains &lt;b&gt;3/4 of the year &lt;/b&gt;in Vancouver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt; Rain, rain, go away :( Go to a drought stricken land someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;Been doing nothing much really, just relaxing when I ought to be planning my days left in Singapore &lt;i&gt;before my friends murder me for not spending enough time with them. &lt;/i&gt;There's &lt;b&gt;24 days&lt;/b&gt; left from today to the actual day of departure and my tummy is swamped with the butterflies now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't know about you lot, but whenever I check in with the boarding pass I always get butterflies! Also when walking through the metal detector, I pray silently that it doesn't go off! &lt;b&gt;As silly as it seems,&lt;/b&gt; I hate it how it &lt;b&gt;goes off over something silly &lt;/b&gt;like a metal button on my jacket and it feels like all eyes are on you as the security makes you &lt;i&gt;stand like a bloody starfish and scan you with something that looks like its from outer space!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;On a different note, for those of you who feel like cuddling up with your quilt and watch a good movie at home in the rainy season, I suggest &lt;b&gt;"What dreams may come"&lt;/b&gt; which I watched last night on HBO signature on Starhub. It is directed by Vincent Ward and some great actors like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Robin Williams and Cuba Gooding Jr. star in it. It depicts a tale of life after death showing heaven and hell,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; well the directors version of it anyways. It's really touching and picturesque. It has made its way onto my list of favourites.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; :) So do check it out. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make blog part of daily routine so &lt;b&gt;I won't let my promise down :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time loves. xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/6231431728034565309-2914641544560427559?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/2914641544560427559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=2914641544560427559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/2914641544560427559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/2914641544560427559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy-friday.html' title='Lazy Friday. :/'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-1397737245329456723</id><published>2009-11-19T15:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:03:33.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, I came back ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey hey hey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Good golly miss molly, I haven't been on since the start of the year :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well plenty has happened since then of course, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are over! And yes I am nervous of the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am flying off December 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; which is a Monday to Canada and transiting in Seoul (South Korea) for 12 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FRIGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But I can't pretend I don't like it :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gimchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My brother's (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Elyas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;) girlfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shamiez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; is over right now, just until the end of the month. She's awesome, like I click well with her I reckon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Been shopping like a mad woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! But I think I have finally finished my "To Buy List" :D But there's still one or two additional items I'll surely get before I leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So the plan is, I'll be starting college in the Summer which is May over there, Gonna work for a while first and relax a bit before having education jump down my throat. :S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh god, it's gonna be so difficult to catch up with everyone before I go, like seriously ugh. And I hate it how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everyone has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; got jobs already, It doesn't make the planning any easier people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm surely gonna miss all of you my girls and guys, hope we can keep in touch and hopefully I can update my blog as often. Should definitely add me on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll specially pink promise you on my blog post to prove loyalty that I will update this blog til technology improves do we part. I do. With the power invested in me as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; account owner, I pronounce myself Blog and Blogger. You may now post the blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D Til next time people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-1397737245329456723?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/1397737245329456723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=1397737245329456723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/1397737245329456723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/1397737245329456723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-i-came-back-d.html' title='Baby, I came back ;D'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-9007279259213817642</id><published>2009-03-27T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:00:50.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a whilee...</title><content type='html'>And a while it has been :(&lt;br /&gt;I will not lie and say I was busy, the hones truth was I forgot I had  blog for a while :S&lt;br /&gt;School has been amazing fun, new friendships and a special someone that really hurts cos we can't be together cos I'm moving soon again but we're just friends and he wouldn't get hurt that way. The people I have met though are amazing and we all click so well with one another its a little freaky :S&lt;br /&gt;Fate aye? O's are impending and I don't think it'd be very long til they do arrive :S&lt;br /&gt;My dad is coming back soon too! :) In 15 days! I'm so glad and I think mum would be too, She's getting major mood swings now, an it's driving me crazy :(&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow most of my class friends and I are gonna head down to City Hall and Have a massive game of Truth Or Dare :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who think its lame, UP YOURS!&lt;br /&gt;We started playing it in class and i was quite hilarious and who knows what dares might come out in public, besides the fact its a good way of stress but it'd be nice to hang out all together especially after a horrible week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will try haha to blog more :P&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-9007279259213817642?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/9007279259213817642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=9007279259213817642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/9007279259213817642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/9007279259213817642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-whilee.html' title='It&apos;s been a whilee...'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-2334425898174594866</id><published>2008-12-23T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:01:15.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well I'm back after a long and eventful holiday and after many weeks of not posting in my blog, I think it'd be necessary to post one now :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Righto, I shall begin with the days before the 28th November, Friday, Hmm it was pretty ordinary living with myself, I'd be bored and alone most of the whole day and pretty much had packed my luggage a entire week before flying off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;28th November Friday, flew by and before I knew it I was on my way to the airport with matching outfit and luggage. Rather excited I was not able to get to a state of peace on the plane although it was a midnight flight departing Singapore at 11:30pm and due to arrive in the Brisbane at 8:50am. I would watch the first ten minutes of the movies and switch it to another. I was far too excited and suddenly I didn't realise but I fell asleep. Of course I didn't realise til I woke up but it felt like a black out :S Yeh not a good feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The plane was about to land and usual turbulance and i felt stranger, I felt my head was about to pop, Never had that feeling before in all my times of travels and I sure as sugar don't want that feeling ever again. We landed safely though and I felt fine, went through customs and luggage collection smoothly and made my way to the clear screen automated doors out to my home land. Katie greeted me with her Dad, John, and her 7 year old brother Daniel. We still couldn't believe we were actually in front of each. She hasn't changed a bit, still was the gorgeous person she was before I left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We were speechless for a moment but it wasn't for long as we started talking like old times again and I got to breathe fresh Aussie air again as we walked out. God it felt so good. So it's an hour's drive back to the Gold Coast and Katie lives in the Ormeau part and she told me she planned a surprise party for the night just for me. How sweet was that?! I could go straight in to party! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We arrived at the house around 9:45am and gosh even though I was so tired, I felt like Superman :P I greeted everyone Her mother, Jenny, and her older brother, Andrew, and Her other older brother I met the day after but I met her baby brother of 7 months Luke and he is so gorgeous. He has the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. I gave them their pressies that they loved and settled in taking a shower and changing as Jodie and Midda (Jodie's boyfriend at the time) rocked up and caught up. It was so good to see them and well we decided to go for a walk to the shops, Coles which wasn't far from the park. When we got to the park and playground it started pouring with rain and there was only one gazibo and it wasn't long til the rain started to come in from all sides of the gazibo. Katie and I couldn't hack it and we were like yeh we're gonna sprint it to Coles. BAD IDEA. The rain pelted so hard on our backs as we ran, by the time we actually got to Coles it stopped raining! THANKS GOD! We looked like we just jumped into the pool with our clothes on and god it was so freezing walking into the airconditioning and having most people give you a smirk as they saw you walk by. It was the best though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So we walked back and Jenny, Jodie and Midda had a good laugh and we got ready for the night but before that we went to Eagles Boys to pick up some pizza as Kirri rocked up. She hasn't changed a bit either, always the motherly one, such a beautiful girl. Midda drove us to Eagle Boys and oh my god it was the freaky-est drive of my life. Jodie was up front and Kate, Kirri and I sat in the back. He doesn't even use his indicator! &amp;amp; OMG we went around the freaking round-a-bout 4 times! Was crazy but fun as! So yeh we had pizza and got back got ready for the party and Darcy and he brought two mate of his Josh and Brochie (or something like that) At around 7pm. Josh was a bit of a hottie and Kate had her eye on him I just was catching up with mates and Kate me and Josh decided to go swimming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was freezing, Summer days as nice and warm with cool winds, but summer nights are cold as winter days. There major flirting going on so I left the two of em some privacy and Hope rocked up. Hope is one of the best, She's heaps of fun. Was so funny, we all knew Kate was gonna hook up with Josh so Jodie, Darcy, Hope, Kirri and Me sneaked up to them but Hope blew our cover when she tripped over a brick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So yeah that was that and we all got back inside and chugged a whole bottle of pepsi then offed the lights and played spin the bottle. And when Josh spun it, it would land on me and i was sitting next to Katie and was like omg, but Katie was like nah it cool. (Was just a fling) Then yeh oh Midda! God he's a flirt and I found out so much bout him and well I've gotta post in the next post more on my other days but god the bottle landed on me when he spun it. So yeh as order goes he kisses me and he pulled back and leaned in again and was like "And another one?" I was like look out! And he did this when Jodie went to the toilet! Like OMG. So yeh then that was that and the boys went home and the girls stayed the night and we were chatting like old times and Jodie was telling me how there was a rumour going round that Jackson ex said that Midda and her hooked up and how Jodie felt so lost and didn't know what to do. Then we fell asleep at like 1:30am and OMG was so funny, We were sleeping in the pool room with the futtons on the floor and hope had one futton all to herself and Katie was lying beside me and Jodie was beside Katie and Kirri's head was like opposite from mine and I was like sleeping in a right angle with my body on the floor and my legs straight up against the couch. Was the funniest positions ever! So we woke up the next morning and I shall post more in the next blog, this one is getting far too long! Ciao!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282861316576208498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SVB-YKwtZnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/34t1omuBXdE/s320/100_1960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh That was at the Singapore Airport Terminal 3, leaving to Oz. I Had no idea he was doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-2334425898174594866?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/2334425898174594866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=2334425898174594866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/2334425898174594866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/2334425898174594866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-you-miss-me.html' title='Did you miss me?'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SVB-YKwtZnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/34t1omuBXdE/s72-c/100_1960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-8923357346038989677</id><published>2008-10-23T12:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:55:36.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time can be a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh god, I have been bored out of my brains waiting for the time to pass by because,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE THE PLANE TICKET! IT'S BOOKED! I'VE SPOKEN AND SETTLED TO KATIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;All I have to do now is pack and wait til the 28th :[ Of November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What a drag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I'm feeling all the excitement now, I haven't slept since last Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The other day I called Katie just tell her the flight number and the arrival time but we ended up talking for an hour! I was alone at home but when the phone bill comes, I'm dead :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I hope a month will go by fast, but my 2 week stay in Goldie will last forever :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I just can't wait! And the bes thing is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 whole weeks ALONE with my BESTEST ever mates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Beach, Harbour town, Westifield, Surfers Paradise, DREAMWORLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Who could ever ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Artwork by James Jirat Patradoon.  Lovely Artist. Check him out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SQADbcOjrOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kt8XqSWa_rM/s1600-h/james_jirat+patradoon.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SQADbcOjrOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kt8XqSWa_rM/s400/james_jirat+patradoon.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260208134737341666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ANOTHER RANDOM THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;UZBEKISTAN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;My Dad will be going there and living there for 2 months because he is going to be teaching there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;For 2 months! :[ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm gonna miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;He's leaving on the 3rd of November and returning after the 22nd of December!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I would have gone and come back from Goldie and he still would be there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But I'm happy for him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Right now, I'm doing my fashion design, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Working tomorrow, So happy to get out of the house but I'm only working for 2 days &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;:P Have to get a new phone too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I drowned my phone accidentally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; on the way to yoga the other day :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Going phone shopping on Sunday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll keep this updated :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Til next time, Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-8923357346038989677?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/8923357346038989677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=8923357346038989677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/8923357346038989677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/8923357346038989677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/10/time-can-be-bitch.html' title='Time can be a bitch'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SQADbcOjrOI/AAAAAAAAAFE/kt8XqSWa_rM/s72-c/james_jirat+patradoon.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-8632245681848737426</id><published>2008-09-21T14:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:47:14.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Over Heels in Happiness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been exactly that for about 2 and 1/2 weeks now. And well, I have 10 glorious reasons to be! Shall I state them all? Righto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1. 8 days til exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; And well I'm so prepared and excited, not nervous at all, looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. 12 days til end of school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; I will no longer be in Ftpss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;3. 11 days til my sweet 16th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt; A wonderful age. I'm going to a Malaysian Waterfall on the Saturday to celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4. 10 days til Hari Raya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; a splendid time, I'm wearing Green this year :].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. Looking forward to my first ever job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;! I plan to work full time at Forever 21, my favourite brand and well, FREE CLOTHES :P What more could a girl want? Not quite interested in money, I just want the experience..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. Looking forward to....VISITING KATIE AT THE END OF THE YEAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; Omg I'm so happy about that. 1 whole week by myself in my home country with my besties! Who could ask for more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SNXtu16jT2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/j7WbclqVMhY/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SNXtu16jT2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/j7WbclqVMhY/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248362329772609378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;7. I'm so excited to go to MDIS next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; No uniform! New friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;8. Hanging out with my mates on the holidays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Catching up and making new memories hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;9.I love my room now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;, I did super cleaning, giving away almost all my stuff to Salvation Army, and only keeping the stuff I need for next year and this year. Makes it easier to move in 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10. I LOVE MY LIFE :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; and I can't wait for New Year's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hehe, Its great being this happy. I haven't been this happy since living in Australia and it's great to feel that same feeling again. And no one or nothing can upset me. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickey and myself in Melbourne last year. I love this picture because of the wonderful colours :P&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/6231431728034565309-8632245681848737426?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/8632245681848737426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=8632245681848737426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/8632245681848737426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/8632245681848737426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/09/head-over-heels-in-happiness.html' title='Head Over Heels in Happiness..'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SNXtu16jT2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/j7WbclqVMhY/s72-c/Picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-4543920078609307766</id><published>2008-08-31T19:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:13:30.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding..</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in here for a while and I guess its about time to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; pretty steady and cruising smoothly.&lt;/span&gt; I know I have done my study and I'm ready (not sounding over confident) for exams. &lt;br /&gt;I have a greater understanding on some issues now and I'm happy that I found it out for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;For one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am no longer crushing on some guy&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe its playful and there's nothing wrong in that, I just no longer feel like I need to like someone. If god wants to send someone for me, then that's his wish, but he isn't sending currently so.. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;'m not falling for anyone right now. And I'm happy that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My goals in future are clearer and more precise, and I'm so excited to go to MDIS next year and to have my first ever job during the 3 month holiday and to visit Katie during Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have so many things to be happy about, why think of the sad? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wouldn't everyone be happier if they thought about the things they have and be grateful instead of being upset over something they don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of this is being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hypocritical&lt;/span&gt; of myself (Which I strongly doubt) then I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apologise. I have changed myself for what I believe is the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people do feel sad, its&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; inevitable&lt;/span&gt;, and its always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;easier to let the bad memories&lt;/span&gt; and thoughts&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; take over your mind&lt;/span&gt;, But if you can &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;help yourself change&lt;/span&gt; one or forget one bad moment each day, you'd be a much better person to yourself and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith and belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in God has strengthened during the past 2 weeks and I didn't realise. I have always been grateful for whatever I have but sometimes I do neglect and reflecting back now, it was foolish but hey, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Humans were made to make mistakes so we can learn from them,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life after all is a learning journey and the challenges you face along the way are opportunities for you to apply your knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are wrong or you fall, everybody falls, its your choice whether you want to get back up and try again with a different method or to just lie there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a movie today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;'A Walk to Remember' &lt;/span&gt;starring Shane West and Mandy Moore. Its an incredible movie that teaches you above true love, and having total faith and understanding in the Lord. There are also songs that Mandy Moore sang for and during the movie which are just beautiful, like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Only Hope' &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cry'&lt;/span&gt;. And there is one quote in the movie that I love and I'll end this post with that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;Love is always patient and kind, and is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-4543920078609307766?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/4543920078609307766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=4543920078609307766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/4543920078609307766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/4543920078609307766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/08/understanding.html' title='Understanding..'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-747275875702230334</id><published>2008-08-21T20:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T20:50:10.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummed</title><content type='html'>I can't even bear to look at myself anymore. I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;. No question about it and I hate it when people compare my results with their own. Okay, I know I did better than some but still, I have a very different way of looking at marks etc, because I know I have a much higher expectation for myself and my parents have the same on me as well... I just failed my maths by 7%... Feels like 7000%... I don't understand. I worked so hard and I tried my best, It's just not enough.... I just can't get myself out of the thought, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Should I give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Elyas' birthday on Sunday the 17th&lt;/span&gt; and it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mum's on Tuesday the 19th&lt;/span&gt; and here are some pictures we took when we went out on Sunday to celebrate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1iGuHSM2I/AAAAAAAAADs/hKgGduvWcEY/s1600-h/Gorgeous+siblings.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1iGuHSM2I/AAAAAAAAADs/hKgGduvWcEY/s320/Gorgeous+siblings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236949809299075938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1iHOrSL0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/OB8hVCTqGlg/s1600-h/Picture+Perfect.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1iHOrSL0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/OB8hVCTqGlg/s320/Picture+Perfect.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236949818040004418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1iH4KUYII/AAAAAAAAAD8/tYjbG16Q8DA/s1600-h/Choco+Car.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1iH4KUYII/AAAAAAAAAD8/tYjbG16Q8DA/s320/Choco+Car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236949829176025218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1iIVPA1lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JCo5sWgknho/s1600-h/Nice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1iIVPA1lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JCo5sWgknho/s320/Nice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236949836980344402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1jGw1gRMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bPEYZdxHDkU/s1600-h/Awh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1jGw1gRMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bPEYZdxHDkU/s320/Awh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236950909541434562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1jHa8oBTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nfxnQP7ps1A/s1600-h/Errr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1jHa8oBTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nfxnQP7ps1A/s320/Errr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236950920845591858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1jHjxjk8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/byBBrjD8_qQ/s1600-h/Happy+Bday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1jHjxjk8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/byBBrjD8_qQ/s320/Happy+Bday.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236950923215082434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-747275875702230334?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/747275875702230334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=747275875702230334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/747275875702230334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/747275875702230334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/08/bummed.html' title='Bummed'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SK1iGuHSM2I/AAAAAAAAADs/hKgGduvWcEY/s72-c/Gorgeous+siblings.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-4027243632153348733</id><published>2008-08-06T22:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:48:42.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps, Too Happy to express...</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I am happy beyond any descriptive words could ever express :]&lt;/span&gt; and I have no idea why. Isn't that the strangest ever, I have exams and what not but I am just so happy.&lt;br /&gt;However class today was so boring I fell asleep and well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I've finished my art,&lt;/span&gt; just need to stick down the pictures on one measly prep board but Hah! No a problem at all mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt;, still, about visiting Katie during Christmas or perhaps earlier. I can't stop thinking about and about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MDIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I'm rather excited for that too despite leaving some of my friends behind but I can always keep in contact. I'm quite used to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On a different note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how friendship works? It's rather extraordinary but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;a beautiful friendship is always unique. That's what makes it beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJm3XFRjjMI/AAAAAAAAADc/ecbtCNVbouo/s1600-h/woot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJm3XFRjjMI/AAAAAAAAADc/ecbtCNVbouo/s320/woot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231414049348226242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt; you meet a stranger, and begin small talk.&lt;br /&gt;Small talk tends to ease itself to serious talk or personal talk, then you and the strange tend to relate on personal agendas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You are then amazed&lt;/span&gt; that the both of you have something or sometimes more things in common with each other than ever and begin to feel excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Then one of you has to leave. And the whole time you have seen each other, you'd been judging each other mentally until you do see each other again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the both of you meet again and begin to hang out with each other more until it becomes like a natural instinct to hang out with each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THEN COMES THE FIRST FIGHT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;..over some boy/girl, pen/pencil, behaviour/ gossip/ secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It's bound to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we the both of you talk it out and about 2 days later, You wouldn't believe the both of you were fighting over something so small. The friendship grows stronger and stronger by each passing fight and moment together until you're no longer friends with each other, more like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so much so that you can &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;be no one else but yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I don't understand about the Asian society is that most of the time, the strangers won't approach you.. Instead you have to approach them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WHY NOT TAKE THE CHANCE WHILE YOU HAVE ONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJm4mq5hDdI/AAAAAAAAADk/6jsFHM0OTRs/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJm4mq5hDdI/AAAAAAAAADk/6jsFHM0OTRs/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231415416657612242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Go my photography :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-4027243632153348733?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/4027243632153348733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=4027243632153348733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/4027243632153348733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/4027243632153348733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/08/perhaps-too-happy-to-express.html' title='Perhaps, Too Happy to express...'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJm3XFRjjMI/AAAAAAAAADc/ecbtCNVbouo/s72-c/woot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-669145911757823182</id><published>2008-08-04T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T17:54:52.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Love helped me smile :]</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling much better now after that little breakdown I had the other day. I feel happier and somewhat relaxed. I know I can make it for my exams and other things that are happening right now and I'm just about finished my Art coursework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the exams and I can't wait 'til I see &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Katie &lt;/span&gt;again. She texted me the other day. Hehe She was reading our old 'letters without stamps' (Sorta like passing notes in class :P Since our A'hole of a Maths teacher Mr Lynch banded us from speaking :[&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; How could a girl survive?&lt;/span&gt;) and She cried. Awwww. What a darl.. :] So coincidentally the day before I was looking through our old photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJbQ5HYXXKI/AAAAAAAAADM/GC20_XPnYVQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJbQ5HYXXKI/AAAAAAAAADM/GC20_XPnYVQ/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230597696889773218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, we are both feeling &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;so nostalgic&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Sigh I'm truly taken by him. Not so much so that I know I would get hurt, bbbbuuutttt....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. I really like him&lt;/span&gt; :[ sigh. Despite what people say, to me, he looks like a darl.  :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe I wrote a song a few weeks ago and its perfect. Its a fun-loving song for like clubs ya know :] I don't write sad songs :P Not my style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;It's called Speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I never know what to say when I cross your path&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I see those eyes, You make me oh so shy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna spill it out, But I wouldn't know what to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna shout it out, But I wouldn't know how&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you've got me so speechless now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That's right, You've got me tongue tied and twisted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got me spinning in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got dizzy and clumsy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I see you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got me so speechless now,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, You've got me so speechless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's funny how you make me smile on rainy days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The simple thought of you turns me upside down,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spill it out, But I wouldn't know what to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna shout it out, right now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you've got me so speechless now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm tongued tied and twisted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm spinning in my mind,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dizzy and clumsy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I see that smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got me so Speechless now :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sighh. I'm a happy chappy. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-669145911757823182?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/669145911757823182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=669145911757823182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/669145911757823182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/669145911757823182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/08/dr-love-helped-me-smile.html' title='Dr Love helped me smile :]'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJbQ5HYXXKI/AAAAAAAAADM/GC20_XPnYVQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-8303403470785915931</id><published>2008-08-02T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:39:11.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Stressed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Overworked&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Anxious&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we all have experienced these emotions before, but we feel and react differently&lt;/span&gt; towards them being the different people we are and due to the different reasons we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm concerned&lt;/span&gt;; My art will not be good enough to get an 'A' for my 'N' levels. I can take constructive criticisms but the amount given by teacher A is overwhelming. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm sorry, I'm not perfect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;tries to please&lt;/span&gt; everybody and neglect how I feel. I let people walk all over me and I'm not proud to say it. At first, I don't always make the right choices so I learn the hard way and being the humans we are, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't take the advice, I give out to others&lt;/span&gt; and apply it to my own problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Overworked&lt;/span&gt; to the breaking point. I have too much going on right now and I have tolerated the stress for a long, long time but nothing lasts forever. I just hope I can make through in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am in love&lt;/span&gt; despite what people say and I want to spill out but I can't.  I noticed that in the last few posts, I talk about love, but the fact is, I'm not dependent on it neither am I a sole believer. I talk about love because it's my one escape. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A secret for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I am Anxious&lt;/span&gt; for the upcoming exams. I want those marks to get me home and to see my sisters from other misters. I miss them so much and&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; not a day goes by that I don't miss my true home and family.&lt;/span&gt; Although we may be of different looks and different skin, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are still sisters through and through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Winter&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;beac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; and hanging out with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;my mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HSHS&lt;/span&gt; and how &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; the scenery looked.&lt;br /&gt;I miss seeing &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the lake &lt;/span&gt;and seeing our own breath on winter mornings.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the smell of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dew on the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; worry in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;goofing off&lt;/span&gt; and doing what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hugs&lt;/span&gt; we'd give every morning to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss my land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So much has changed now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Will it all still be there when I come back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-8303403470785915931?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/8303403470785915931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=8303403470785915931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/8303403470785915931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/8303403470785915931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-concerned.html' title=''/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-5864949108592446071</id><published>2008-07-30T21:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:38:26.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A lil' Lovey Dovey ;]</title><content type='html'>Besides the stress of upcoming exams, coursework, my busy home life and the lethargy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was pretty awesome&lt;/span&gt; :] I liked today.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, the previous night, I had kickboxing and hot yoga (That is yoga in a 37 degrees celcius room) after school and I came home at about 10pm. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COURSEWORK DEADLINE IS THE END OF THIS WEEK.&lt;/span&gt; So I'm stressing my arse off, staying up til 2:45AM doing prep. I had to wake up at 5AM by the way &gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJBthLAu6EI/AAAAAAAAADE/V9BD7bN_8ig/s1600-h/walkindownriver.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJBthLAu6EI/AAAAAAAAADE/V9BD7bN_8ig/s320/walkindownriver.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228799584036120642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was 75% asleep in the morning of school but as PE came around the corner, my fellow energetic friend, Jac, boosted my energy half way to heaven and I remained that way til I slept soundly in English :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;2007 Melbourne Art trip. I have a huge smile :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Yeah I decided I like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy C :] &lt;/span&gt;and well even though I've heard some bad stuff about him, I'm not really disheartened. Shouldn't listen to other's judgments blindly. He had PE today the same time as me and perhaps I may be dreaming but was he staring at lil' ol' me? ;P But then again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MUST BE DREAMING  :'[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm not looking for a relationship and not so head over heels for someone, I'm content and well to me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thats wonderful :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-5864949108592446071?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/5864949108592446071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=5864949108592446071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/5864949108592446071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/5864949108592446071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-lil-lovey-dovey.html' title='Just A lil&apos; Lovey Dovey ;]'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SJBthLAu6EI/AAAAAAAAADE/V9BD7bN_8ig/s72-c/walkindownriver.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-7109696860648595320</id><published>2008-07-20T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:38:57.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I crashed forehead against forehead with Mickey. Quite hilarious actually, We were playing Dodge Ball for PE and well.. Mickey and I were facing each other. We ran straight into each others forehead and immediately a lump the size of half a ping pong ball formed centre of my forehead. Nothing happened to Mickey though. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop laughing about it even though it hurt like hell, and people called me crazy because of that. It swelled pretty badly, but my friends, Jolyn, Jac, Winnie and little brothers Marcus and Nicky and little sister Eli, all took good care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after rubbing medicinal oil and ointment, the swelling spread down to the bridge of my eyebrows, and turned my eye bags blue-black. No make-up could hide it.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care. Still hurts like hell though :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So it was a day out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I needed it, stress relief and a great friend to spend it with. Winnie. It was her 18th birthday on Saturday and I gave her present today.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to this day for ages, and well it takes a bad morning to ruin it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong now, I had a ball with Winnie, She's loads of fun but a certain someone made me so upset before I left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie cheered me up and we went to the movie, Batman the Dark Knight, In memory of the late Heath Ledger.&lt;br /&gt;We booked the ticket and the seats for the 2:15pm show and the Transvestite of a sales 'shemale' gave us the wrong timing &gt;:[ 12:15 but Winnie and I didn't realise until the end of the movie. WE MISSED OUT ON LIKE HALF THE MOVIE! THANK YOU SHEMALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SINERvSgTkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wQ6OCC0Keq8/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SINERvSgTkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wQ6OCC0Keq8/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225095064222453314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still had a great time, Went to Swensens, took some piccies went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neoprint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was great till we took a rest at Starbucks. I recieved a phone call from a certain someone demanding my return home even though I said I'd be Home at 8:30pm&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't the stress. I just wanted one day away from meetings, studies, school family, and I wasn't allowed.&lt;br /&gt;Is that so selfish of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, tomorrow is another day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-7109696860648595320?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/7109696860648595320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=7109696860648595320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/7109696860648595320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/7109696860648595320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-out.html' title='A Day out....'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SINERvSgTkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wQ6OCC0Keq8/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-7006330998023903914</id><published>2008-07-11T21:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:49:01.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O-M-G....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SHdt3NnvA5I/AAAAAAAAACM/L5P3em1JHJ8/s1600-h/memingpun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 293px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SHdt3NnvA5I/AAAAAAAAACM/L5P3em1JHJ8/s320/memingpun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221763088275932050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well June holidays has come and gone...I was so busy during that month it was crazy and I couldn't keep up with this blog. I don't need to elaborate m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uch on the holidays because nothing quite interesting there. But once school started, so did several other dramas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well it wouldn't be nice to air one's dirty linen out but I can surely say that July has not been as pleasant as it could have been. Yes I was upset but a few good friends helped me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sigh now I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; issues. Actually I wouldn't call them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; It's more like a crush but not sure who I'm crushing on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So the story goes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I used to like this&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; guy (A)&lt;/span&gt; earlier this year and well, He is a hottie. =] But I don't personally know him. A friend of mine and myself noticed that he would look straight at me for a long period of time then look away, However, I thought that I was being delusional and after a while I gave up on liking him. I was furthermore turned off liking him when I saw a former friend flirt with him practically right in front of me even though she knew I liked him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recently there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;guy (B)&lt;/span&gt;. He is a friend of mine and a shy one at that. I never quite knew why but I always found him to be a nice guy and he is, and so I got to know him a little better and well, He is such a nice guy, I thought I had a crush. But the littlest ever. Before my feelings grew, I found out her had a girlfriend and well I never told him anything and being a good friend, I gracefully bowed out. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Most recent is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;guy (C)&lt;/span&gt;. I was playing soccer the other day for P.E. with some classmates and few others from other class joined in. I had a ball and well (C) was playing in the game, and He was very active which is very active in a man, and well I just saw him as a person that day. Now I notice he looks at me more than occasionally and well I've even caught him a few times trying to smile at me but I wouldn't do anything back. I'm too afraid that I may delusional again or I might embarrass myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then well I started to get mixed feeling for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (A)&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(C)&lt;/span&gt;. Feelings for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(A) &lt;/span&gt;sorta came back slightly when a friend of mine told me some information which shall be disclosed .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GRRR. I just don't know. I don't want to like anyone but they are stuck in my head =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SHdujyL0GTI/AAAAAAAAACc/NjKMS7A4Vew/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SHdujyL0GTI/AAAAAAAAACc/NjKMS7A4Vew/s320/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221763854005180722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-7006330998023903914?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/7006330998023903914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=7006330998023903914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/7006330998023903914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/7006330998023903914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-m-g.html' title='O-M-G....'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SHdt3NnvA5I/AAAAAAAAACM/L5P3em1JHJ8/s72-c/memingpun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-4386028495910447259</id><published>2008-05-08T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:57:53.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Exams are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Celebrate!!! Partyy!! Sushi!!!!!! Hahaha Tomorrow Winnie and I are going to a sushi buffet to celebrate. Initially, Cherry, Syafiqa, Mickey and Jolyn were supposed to join us but they had their own problems so its okay, Winnie and I are going, I need the stress relief!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams went better than I expected and I'm quite happy with how I did. Oh, Why should I talk about exams! It's time to forget and enjoy for a while!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I'm meeting Mingyi, Oh and I miss her so much!!! I'm so excited to see her again and we're going to watch 'Over her dead body'. Sounds alright =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh I feel so relaxed right now, with a cup of Earl Grey tea and the Air conditioning, It's perfect...For now hehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to watch this video by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Declan GallBraith&lt;/span&gt; when he was younger. He's a singer with such a powerful voice at such a young age. I'm guessing that he's about my age now as you'll see from the second video. His songs are to die for! Absolutely &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;breathtaking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me Why- Declan GallBraith Age 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j6IBdHW_rY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j6IBdHW_rY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint he a cutie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ego you- Last year.&lt;br /&gt;OMG Stunning and his voice, looks, .... MY FUTURE HUSBAND!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyKWG9Er69k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyKWG9Er69k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-4386028495910447259?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/4386028495910447259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=4386028495910447259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/4386028495910447259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/4386028495910447259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/05/yay.html' title='Yay!!!!!'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-6947823979623620572</id><published>2008-05-04T20:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:18:01.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend</title><content type='html'>Well it's considered a long weekend for me though, because Monday I have no paper to attend because it's the mother tongue paper. So yeah relaxing is good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I burned my hand. I was going to fry a fish to eat with my pasta, so I heated up the stove and the oil was in the pan. I think I left it on for too long that's why when I went to put the fish in, the hot oil splatter and landed on my hand! from the knuckle of my thumb to my wrist. It hurt like a bitch! I iced it for several hours and I could still feel the burn. But thank god it was okay before the engagement party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it was my cousin Aini's engagement party yesterday. Actually I don't know many of my relatives that's why it felt a little awkward for me. Especially when we were walking down the stretch of men that lined up outside the house! I felt so awkward because they were all staring at me. I don't know whether it was good or bad but I was definitely intimidated! We had dinner there and I conversed with a few of my cousins that I was close with. Sigh, but there's one of my cousins which I'd like to get to know him because he seems nice, but he intimidates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my cousins are older than me. I'm most likely the youngest out of all of them. And there are A LOT of them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The engagement party was quite alright but it was definitely different from the ones in Australia. Over there, there'd be plenty of games and jokes, but here it's rather formal with having photography and formal meetings with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it's exposure to different cultures and it's a good way to learn something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-6947823979623620572?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/6947823979623620572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=6947823979623620572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/6947823979623620572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/6947823979623620572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-weekend.html' title='Long weekend'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-3263842840360081260</id><published>2008-05-01T12:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:23:19.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labour Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Whooooo! Labour Day, So its a day at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;home and rest. Just the break I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; needed from studying But tomorrow I have that Social studies and Maths exams I mentioned earlier :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBlQir5RXhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cbc7XtVPjKs/s1600-h/l_b55cf5a3b542334d99f04aa04a90be3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 211px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBlQir5RXhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cbc7XtVPjKs/s320/l_b55cf5a3b542334d99f04aa04a90be3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195272201977290258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Ashley, Me and Jodie D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBlQir5RXhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cbc7XtVPjKs/s1600-h/l_b55cf5a3b542334d99f04aa04a90be3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;so important for me to study right now because my bestie Katie in A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ustralia invited over to live with her for a holiday last year, but I couldn't go because I went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Melbou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;rne for an Art course. My parents said maybe next year (2008) they'll let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ashley,&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBlRGr5RXiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/D7RqBOoeeLw/s1600-h/l_d46134e38f8515fafb7d17c11b38d8fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBlRGr5RXiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/D7RqBOoeeLw/s320/l_d46134e38f8515fafb7d17c11b38d8fe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195272820452580898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;The subject came up again the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; I was talking t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Katie on msn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; ask Dad and he said I can only go if I get all As for the N levels I'm sitting for this year.  Nothing is impossible so I'm trying but I really really want to go. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; miss them all so much. I think I would cry if I didn't get the marks I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;anted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Katie and Kirralee&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBlSOL5RXjI/AAAAAAAAACE/TqpaWNw5agM/s1600-h/100_1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBlSOL5RXjI/AAAAAAAAACE/TqpaWNw5agM/s320/100_1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195274048813227570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Anyways, my brother came home today since it's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; public holiday so everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; is at home but he has to go back tonight. He's a sergeant for BMT (Basic Military Training) in Tokong. He trains the recruits of the army. But he finishes his service  next year in June. I miss him everyday when I don't see him because he's my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt; only brother and I love him a lot. You have to cherish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;the time you have with your loved ones because you'll never know when they'll leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;you. It's another reason why I really want to visit my mates. I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(^ My brother Elyas and Me  after his pass out parade as a sergeant)&lt;my brother="" elyas="" and="" i="" after="" his="" sergeant="" pass="" out=""&gt;&lt;/my&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;table style="width: 680px; height: 1px;" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ashley,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-3263842840360081260?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/3263842840360081260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=3263842840360081260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/3263842840360081260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/3263842840360081260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/05/labour-day.html' title='Labour Day'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBlQir5RXhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cbc7XtVPjKs/s72-c/l_b55cf5a3b542334d99f04aa04a90be3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231431728034565309.post-6549316409267341113</id><published>2008-04-30T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:57:16.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oohh....1st ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Oohh...Well this is my first ever post in my first ever blog and it is exciting! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've always been interested in creating one, but I never actually got around to doing it and I guess if you want something you should pursue it, and fail or triumph, at least you tried and had a go, Because the greatest failure in life is not participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, This is a online diary of my life and the thoughts and ideas that are always built up in my mind. Its good to take the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBhQa75RXXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4_WFZb3Wg4E/s1600-h/MOHA.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBhQa75RXXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4_WFZb3Wg4E/s320/MOHA.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194990593856593266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;m down and keep track. Feel free to comment or message on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... So Should I begin with my day?...&lt;br /&gt;Well currently, I doing my Mid year examinations and yes I have to study hard. It is stressful but its for my own benefit.&lt;br /&gt;Today's paper was Art, 3 hours of constant concentration with a hint of panic.. Heh but I didn't quite like my exam painting, I felt like something was missing,&lt;br /&gt;But I hate my Art teacher anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Its a drag to do art in that class of hers, and I love art which makes the feeling somewhat irritating for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eh, I'm feeling relaxed now since the paper is over but on Friday I have Social Studies and Maths! Stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231431728034565309-6549316409267341113?l=missfuzxox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/feeds/6549316409267341113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6231431728034565309&amp;postID=6549316409267341113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/6549316409267341113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231431728034565309/posts/default/6549316409267341113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missfuzxox.blogspot.com/2008/04/oohh1st-ever.html' title='Oohh....1st ever'/><author><name>Missy Fuzzy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04584199685987897947</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/S6BpB9ZdW1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZYrZHzrYHqg/S220/16140_191887543228_686108228_3063086_7367711_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JIIefSnaYd8/SBhQa75RXXI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4_WFZb3Wg4E/s72-c/MOHA.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
