<?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-8259372729356665042</id><updated>2011-07-09T01:04:23.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it like a man.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-811702316613577165</id><published>2010-01-14T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T19:51:10.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but, &lt;br /&gt;I love secrets.&lt;br /&gt;I love them. &lt;br /&gt;Even if i don't know&lt;br /&gt;who did them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-811702316613577165?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/811702316613577165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/811702316613577165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2010/01/shhh.html' title='Shhh'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7708575425774544151</id><published>2010-01-03T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:54:13.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candles.</title><content type='html'>I am 15 in 3 days. (: &lt;br /&gt;MEGA COUNTDOWN. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, I am not that excited.&lt;br /&gt;Only a small wee bit.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know what I am getting.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do know from my aunty and godpa,&lt;br /&gt;They got me a book&lt;br /&gt;I can so tell by the wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I have too much skillz. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7708575425774544151?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7708575425774544151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7708575425774544151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2010/01/candles.html' title='Candles.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-6373683270649890249</id><published>2010-01-03T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:47:36.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe</title><content type='html'>I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;You will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my best friend,&lt;br /&gt;I love that.&lt;br /&gt;You are my boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all my heart. (: &lt;br /&gt;You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. (: &lt;br /&gt;I love you, Blake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-6373683270649890249?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6373683270649890249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6373683270649890249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-believe.html' title='I can&apos;t believe'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-5854790786381157649</id><published>2010-01-01T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:48:58.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here,</title><content type='html'>SAY WHATTT?&lt;br /&gt;IT IS 2010. &lt;br /&gt;That is so strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I partied last night on with Ameera, Alyssa, Paris, Matt and Ed. (:&lt;br /&gt;We are such just cool people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in five days. (: &lt;br /&gt;I iz going to be 15. &lt;br /&gt;It seems so young though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-5854790786381157649?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5854790786381157649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5854790786381157649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2010/01/say-whattt-it-is-2010.html' title='Here,'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-6639262904132252597</id><published>2009-12-19T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T09:24:57.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You created.</title><content type='html'>I saw Love Happens yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;With Becca. (: &lt;br /&gt;It was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;But rather depressing. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;I am going to singapore. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could see,&lt;br /&gt;If only you could realized,&lt;br /&gt;If only you could love.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-6639262904132252597?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6639262904132252597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6639262904132252597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-saw-love-happens-yesterday.html' title='You created.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-2918834551027292522</id><published>2009-12-18T10:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:52:39.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It unfolds.</title><content type='html'>I know what i want,&lt;br /&gt;I know what i need,&lt;br /&gt;it is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn, i am actually in love with you. it is so annoying. but, i wont have liked to all for anyone else. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to avatar tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;with BECCA. (:&lt;br /&gt;hahah, it looks kinda gooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-2918834551027292522?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/2918834551027292522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/2918834551027292522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-unfolds.html' title='It unfolds.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-3922885057854900329</id><published>2009-12-18T08:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:10:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing for you</title><content type='html'>I figured something yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I figured something horrible,&lt;br /&gt;I figured something upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this fact, &lt;br /&gt;I hate that I do,&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that it is you,&lt;br /&gt;I love that it isnt anyone else,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-3922885057854900329?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3922885057854900329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3922885057854900329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-for-you.html' title='Wishing for you'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7534878246793601084</id><published>2009-12-17T16:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:15:00.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearttt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SynoWRJk7MI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SmWV7zQRVMo/s1600-h/rickshaw2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SynoWRJk7MI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SmWV7zQRVMo/s320/rickshaw2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416115496148069570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i love Banksy&lt;br /&gt;He is the best artist EVAR. (:&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;No one actually knows who is he. (: &lt;br /&gt;i love everything about him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7534878246793601084?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7534878246793601084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7534878246793601084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/hearttt.html' title='Hearttt'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SynoWRJk7MI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SmWV7zQRVMo/s72-c/rickshaw2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-1557225882229840146</id><published>2009-12-17T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T14:12:07.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever.</title><content type='html'>Well, this is something i havent done in a long timee. (:&lt;br /&gt;Writing on my blogg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last three days, i have seen three movies.&lt;br /&gt;First day i saw New Moon with Alyssa, Tom, Fraser and Luca.&lt;br /&gt;Second day i saw New Moon AGAIN with Calvin and his sister, (forgot her name)&lt;br /&gt;Third day i saw The Princess &amp; The Frog with my mother. &lt;br /&gt;Today i saw Alice in Wonderland. (: &lt;br /&gt;it is quite sad i know all the words. :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-1557225882229840146?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1557225882229840146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1557225882229840146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/12/forever.html' title='Forever.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-8860809946295439496</id><published>2009-11-27T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T02:08:41.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With me.</title><content type='html'>You&lt;br /&gt;You make&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself happy&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself happy, live&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself happy, live your&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself happy, live your&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself happy, live your own&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself happy, live your own life&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself happy, live your own life and&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself happy, live your own life and love&lt;br /&gt;You make yourself happy, live your own life and love yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, i love Ben Semple. he is da bomb. (: &lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i must say. TODAY, saturday. We have been together for 2 months. &lt;br /&gt;I miss him. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-8860809946295439496?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8860809946295439496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8860809946295439496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-me.html' title='With me.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7545925593337738356</id><published>2009-10-13T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:01:10.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a dancer not a lover.</title><content type='html'>SCHOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;hating it. (:&lt;br /&gt;hated by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing physics homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahdtnk;egsdnk;htes;kfn;khtagnsek;rg. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7545925593337738356?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7545925593337738356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7545925593337738356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-dancer-not-lover.html' title='you&apos;re a dancer not a lover.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-134802345338913598</id><published>2009-09-27T07:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:21:02.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had an awesome day yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. me and ameera went to the skatepark and saw mansur, osama, sverre, hanif and adam. funny people. (:&lt;br /&gt;they hate me. oh, yes&lt;br /&gt;haha. i met matt, he is ok.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to plaza mont kiara and i met paris and melissa.&lt;br /&gt;they are awesome. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are so going to do that next weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-134802345338913598?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/134802345338913598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/134802345338913598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-awesome-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-8523132825536456855</id><published>2009-09-26T08:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:12:48.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/Sr1hoaYnL3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aCj2XCwbSs8/s1600-h/188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/Sr1hoaYnL3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aCj2XCwbSs8/s320/188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385568076310196082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for a special occasion to give me your heart?n Because I need a little confirmation to make a real start. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-8523132825536456855?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8523132825536456855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8523132825536456855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-love-me.html' title='why can&apos;t you?'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/Sr1hoaYnL3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/aCj2XCwbSs8/s72-c/188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-6006156902596734323</id><published>2009-09-25T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:49:34.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHHH. &lt;br /&gt;i still hate her. well, i hate her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEATING HEART, BABY. &lt;br /&gt;sorry. i love that song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-6006156902596734323?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6006156902596734323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6006156902596734323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/arghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-5065585033953851610</id><published>2009-09-23T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T11:16:59.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m218/devlor3/amy/notarealfriend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m218/devlor3/amy/notarealfriend.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont know how much you piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;everything you do annoys me. i hate you. i hate you so much.&lt;br /&gt;you told him not to talk to me. why?&lt;br /&gt;that is stupid. you and i both know that he loves me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;you copy everything. you do and we all know it.&lt;br /&gt;i hate everything you do. argh. you dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;i know that she is like poland but i am not.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i could be. ever.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. i say it but i dont believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-5065585033953851610?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5065585033953851610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5065585033953851610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-more.html' title='no more.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m218/devlor3/amy/th_notarealfriend.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7106119876537807399</id><published>2009-09-22T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:45:56.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you drop a coin into the sea.</title><content type='html'>the night starts here. the night starts here.&lt;br /&gt;forget your name. forget your fear. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the song stuck in my head. it is pretty awesome song tooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 the fantastic four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/Srg5x11ut5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/kX2zBMyIyQY/s1600-h/fantastic+four.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/Srg5x11ut5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/kX2zBMyIyQY/s320/fantastic+four.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384116882950240146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(we are probably the most awesomest people in the world)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7106119876537807399?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7106119876537807399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7106119876537807399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-drop-coin-into-sea.html' title='you drop a coin into the sea.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/Srg5x11ut5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/kX2zBMyIyQY/s72-c/fantastic+four.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7746471685664122633</id><published>2009-09-22T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:20:01.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.recipestar.com/quizzes/view/kitchen-freezer"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.recipestar.com/img/photos/quizzes/generated/2_8_hours.jpg" alt="How long could you survive trapped inside your kitchen freezer?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://www.recipestar.com"&gt;Recipe Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7746471685664122633?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7746471685664122633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7746471685664122633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/8hours.html' title='8hours.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-1344676049163754297</id><published>2009-09-21T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:00:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dragonette.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SrdAZrRGP3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iwaUotZD8Wg/s1600-h/dragonette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SrdAZrRGP3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iwaUotZD8Wg/s320/dragonette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383842689400061810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE DRAGONETTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragonette is awesome as.&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I L O V E  DRAGONETTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-1344676049163754297?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1344676049163754297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1344676049163754297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/dragonette.html' title='dragonette.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SrdAZrRGP3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/iwaUotZD8Wg/s72-c/dragonette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-3947322719556499803</id><published>2009-09-21T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:17:41.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alyssa's day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I haven't done this in ages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;but i am not going to tell you my life story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" &gt;(which is what has happened since i blogged last)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that is no point. if you want to know ask me not stalk me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not yesterday but the day before i went to alyssa's house for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HER BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;oh, yes. and we went out and met some pretty awesome people. who i forgot the names of. (: but they are pretty awesome. that is all i am saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and yesterday i went to 1utama and saw luke. tehehehe and then when luke left alyssa, ameera and i watched the ugly truth. that was a pretty awesome movie. i like it alot. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and then my parents came to her house for dinner/lunch thingy. we had a roast. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and ohmigee. alyssa's cat is the cutest ugliest thing &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;EVER. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and i was lying on the floor on the computer and then one of alyssa's dogs was watching me and carefully put one of it's paws over me and started humping me. omg i freaked and ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;later me and alyssa were half watching a movie half 'fighting' with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the movie was so strange. and the fighting was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SO BAD&lt;/span&gt;. it was quite funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;me and alyssa just laughed and laughed. they couldnt fight it was depressing. it is like please get a good comeback. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-Chloee. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-3947322719556499803?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3947322719556499803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3947322719556499803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/alyssas-day.html' title='Alyssa&apos;s day.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4883517730054680957</id><published>2009-08-20T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:55:15.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the days.</title><content type='html'>i iz bored as hell. (:&lt;br /&gt;sunday i saw sebastien :D&lt;br /&gt;tuesday ameera slept over.&lt;br /&gt;wednesday i saw sebastien again (:&lt;br /&gt;today, dying of boredom&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow seeing jasmine&lt;br /&gt;saturday maybe athena?&lt;br /&gt;sunday going out with claudine, joyce, ameera&lt;br /&gt;school starting wednesday (:&lt;br /&gt;yaaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4883517730054680957?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4883517730054680957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4883517730054680957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/days.html' title='the days.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-1325339707587008184</id><published>2009-08-18T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:06:12.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>i love ameera so so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;AMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERAAMEERA&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO SAY HER NAME OVER AND OVER AGAIN CUZ I LOVE HER SO MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS MY LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-1325339707587008184?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1325339707587008184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1325339707587008184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-ameera-so-so-so-so-much.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-5650824639126344553</id><published>2009-07-19T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:56:28.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isnt it hard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember you.&lt;br /&gt;do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;do you want to remember me?&lt;br /&gt;will you ever remember me?&lt;br /&gt;i am just in your past?&lt;br /&gt;you said it to me but did mean it?&lt;br /&gt;will there ever be a real reason for you to hate me?&lt;br /&gt;did you know that i cried because of what you said?&lt;br /&gt;will you ever really know how much i love you?&lt;br /&gt;is there anything i can do to make you stop hating me?&lt;br /&gt;i thought we had something. did you ever think that?&lt;br /&gt;will you ever talk to me again?&lt;br /&gt;how can i ever trust you?&lt;br /&gt;why did you have to do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;did you know that i understood you?&lt;br /&gt;did you know when i call you ugly it is only because i was scared to tell you how i really felt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i bet you will never know the truth.&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/8259372729356665042-5650824639126344553?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5650824639126344553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5650824639126344553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-remember-you.html' title='isnt it hard?'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-2424985854145464990</id><published>2009-07-18T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:28:29.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am love struck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SmF5jsXjKVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q5cX9I4XSyA/s1600-h/hollywood_undead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SmF5jsXjKVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q5cX9I4XSyA/s320/hollywood_undead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359698685659916626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sighh. i love him so much more than i love mario &amp;amp;&amp;amp; hollywood undead (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and i have a facebook stalker.&lt;br /&gt;i know who it is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&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/8259372729356665042-2424985854145464990?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/2424985854145464990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/2424985854145464990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/sighh.html' title='i am love struck.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SmF5jsXjKVI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Q5cX9I4XSyA/s72-c/hollywood_undead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-8723752802240661462</id><published>2009-07-18T12:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:00:49.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want candy dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;this is happiness.&lt;br /&gt;dig yourself right back out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;a treasure chest to keep you biting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favourite songs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i iz gonna miss joyce &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ameera &amp;amp;&amp;amp; alyssa. while i iz in englandd.&lt;br /&gt;i am soooo goonna take thousands of pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;you guys are awesome. and can always make me chuckle. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;[doodle] &lt;/span&gt;chuckle chuckle chuckle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think only one person would understand why i put doodle there. (:&lt;br /&gt;but he doesnt know i have a blog. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[neh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighh. my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt; fights.&lt;br /&gt;this person doesnt read my blog either but that was fun.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;you are awesome as. and i love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna play wow. you know like everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;i love that you call me. but i get so tired. and if you are tired tell me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. i cant wait. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;i cant stop thinking about you. you have taken over my brain. ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but i love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;my sexy cabbage. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-8723752802240661462?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8723752802240661462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8723752802240661462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-let-it-go-to-your-head.html' title='i want candy dead'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4848368401899475834</id><published>2009-07-16T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T19:42:40.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE JDOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he is so awesome. i love himm.&lt;br /&gt;him is an awesome singerr.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i love his mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i still hate her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4848368401899475834?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4848368401899475834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4848368401899475834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-jdog.html' title=''/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-3603680750978199809</id><published>2009-07-15T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:12:53.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tell me how do my leftover taste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;you cant keep your legs closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;you're cheap and disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i know it is part of a song. but it so reminds me of someone.&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/8259372729356665042-3603680750978199809?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3603680750978199809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3603680750978199809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/tell-me-how-do-my-leftover-taste.html' title='tell me how do my leftover taste'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-6186040123119151554</id><published>2009-07-15T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T14:01:41.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I HATE HER SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea. arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ilovejdog. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;JOYCE JOYCE AND AMEERA ARE HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-6186040123119151554?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6186040123119151554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6186040123119151554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-her-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-5115020883527544264</id><published>2009-07-11T17:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:45:03.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bubblegum octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/19971875.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 356px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/19971875.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love bubblegum octopus (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're a bad cat man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're a bad cat man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yes you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;You're a bad cat man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so bad I hope you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You are so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You are so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You are so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; I hate you so much I hope you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;You're a bad cat man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How did you get out of your cage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're a bad cat man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna punch you in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have rules that I hope you follow,&lt;br /&gt;If you don't I'll cut you up&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that have fur and fangs yeah,&lt;br /&gt;They'll bite of your ugly head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this battle is a storm, absorbing flames of butterflies, I make your flesh warm.&lt;br /&gt;The birds will sing the dirge now of absolute defeat.&lt;br /&gt;The second evil cat has fallen, dogs consume their meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-5115020883527544264?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5115020883527544264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5115020883527544264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/bubblegun-octopus.html' title='bubblegum octopus'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-6696954936026307323</id><published>2009-07-09T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:33:39.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><content type='html'>i love this&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30393710&amp;amp;id=1190260219"&gt; picture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?page=9&amp;amp;aid=2020383&amp;amp;id=1190260219&amp;amp;__a=1#/photo.php?pid=30393676&amp;amp;id=1190260219"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we look sexyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thank you azrin. you have an amazing camera.&lt;br /&gt;who took the picture?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-6696954936026307323?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6696954936026307323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6696954936026307323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/pictures.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-3109126772970986671</id><published>2009-07-08T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:35:21.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eisteddfod</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CREST WON EISTEDDFOD.&lt;br /&gt;We are the coolest ever.&lt;br /&gt;and we rock. oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;sultan came last. thank god for that (:&lt;br /&gt;i hate them. they are so up themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-3109126772970986671?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3109126772970986671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3109126772970986671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/eisteddfod.html' title='Eisteddfod'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4427347599738365973</id><published>2009-07-07T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:34:33.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'i can if i want to'</title><content type='html'>i need helena to come home. so i can call her. or she could get a handphonee. haha&lt;br /&gt;annoying. but i love helena anyway. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4427347599738365973?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4427347599738365973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4427347599738365973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-if-i-want-to.html' title='&apos;i can if i want to&apos;'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4705419931378336187</id><published>2009-07-07T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:49:09.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cough cough</title><content type='html'>►   Chloe || Don't let it go to your head says:&lt;br /&gt;why did you gave me such a bitchy look today?&lt;br /&gt;- azrin. says:&lt;br /&gt;coz i still hate you&lt;br /&gt;►   Chloe || Don't let it go to your head says:&lt;br /&gt; thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4705419931378336187?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4705419931378336187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4705419931378336187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/chloe-dont-let-it-go-to-your-head-says.html' title='cough cough'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7958341571982319880</id><published>2009-07-06T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T17:23:53.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;talk your shit you're only making me famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have something to say. if &lt;/span&gt;YOU&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; are reading this. stop saying hi to me. you know i am not replying. and you say it in that fake voice of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;last &lt;/span&gt;music lesson ever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and sorry joyce because i scared you. about your camera. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVE CJ HAASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7958341571982319880?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7958341571982319880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7958341571982319880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/party-everyday.html' title='party everyday.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-5504460401068428427</id><published>2009-07-04T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:33:38.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>die. like NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg. four&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and counting. haha. it is quite lame because i so look at their profile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;much. haha. i am going to check if any else of those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ugly shit things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did it too. they are just following&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the queen of uglyness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know what would be really funny. if they die. haha. like slowly. but like soon.&lt;br /&gt;omg. the world would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;fingers crossed it happens soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;THOSE THINGS ARE SO UGLY IT MAKES ME SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-5504460401068428427?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5504460401068428427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5504460401068428427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/die-like-now.html' title='die. like NOW'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-5550002411227302032</id><published>2009-07-01T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:23:10.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>ohh. azrin&lt;br /&gt;►   Chloe || I can watch a sunset on my own said:&lt;br /&gt;i love my sister's camera.&lt;br /&gt;- azrin. says:&lt;br /&gt; fag&lt;br /&gt;►   Chloe || I can watch a sunset on my own says:&lt;br /&gt; me?&lt;br /&gt;- azrin. says:&lt;br /&gt; no shit&lt;br /&gt;►   Chloe || I can watch a sunset on my own says:&lt;br /&gt; thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. thanks azrin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-5550002411227302032?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5550002411227302032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/5550002411227302032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-244604545854148432</id><published>2009-06-27T09:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:14:18.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why in god's name cyberbully?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; When it comes to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cyberbullying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they are often motivated by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anger, revenge or frustration.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes they do it for entertainment or because they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and have too much time on their hands and too many tech toys available to them. Many do it for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;laughs&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or to&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;get a reaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Some do it by &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;accident&lt;/span&gt;, and either send a message to the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wrong recipient&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;didn't think before they did something&lt;/span&gt;. The Power-hungry  do it to torment others and for their ego. Revenge of the Nerd may start out defending themselves from traditional bullying only to find that they enjoy being the tough guy or gal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mean girls (do you have the same person in mind?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do it to help bolster or remind people of their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;own social standing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And some think they are righting wrong and standing up for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bullying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;has been around&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; forever&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cyberbullying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is different because it lets a bully remain anonymous. It is easier to bully in cyberspace than it is to bully&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; face to face&lt;/span&gt;. With &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cyberbullying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a bully can pick on people with much&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; less risk of being caught.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bullies are natural instigators and in cyberspace bullies can enlist the participation of other students who may be unwilling to bully in the real world. Kids who stand around doing nothing in a real life bullying incident often become active participants in online harassment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The detachment afforded by cyberspace makes bullies out of people who would never become involved in a real life incident. The Internet makes bullying more convenient and since the victim’s reaction remains unseen people who wouldn’t normally&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; bully don’t take it as seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Because their motives differ, the solutions and responses to each type of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cyberbullying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; incident has to differ too. Unfortunately, there is no "one size fits all" when &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cyberbullying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is concerned. Only two of the types of cyberbullies have something in common with the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;traditional schoolyard bully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Experts who understand schoolyard bullying often misunderstand &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;cyberbullying,&lt;/span&gt; thinking it is just another method of bullying. But the motives and the nature of cybercommunications, as well as the demographic and profile of a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cyberbully&lt;/span&gt; differ from their offline counterpart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Schools&lt;/span&gt; take all types of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;bullying seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; As soon as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;cyberbullying&lt;/span&gt; starts go to school officials for help. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyberbullying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is often an extension or escalation of bullying that is already happening at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyber bullying&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; as it has become known, includes text or images posted on personal websites or    transmitted via email or cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Most often,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cyber bullying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is just another tool for the person who bullies face-to-face. However,    it is becoming more common for those who are being bullied in the playground to retaliate online. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;cyber bullying &lt;/span&gt;happens as a result of a relationship break up. It can also be based on    fear or prejudice.  And sometimes, some young people just think it is a “fun game”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Thanks to our assembly) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-244604545854148432?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/244604545854148432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/244604545854148432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-in-gods-name-cyberbully.html' title='Why in god&apos;s name cyberbully?'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-633679140414043121</id><published>2009-06-26T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:36:28.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbian What?</title><content type='html'>haha. FLASHBACK to tuesday (:&lt;br /&gt;after school i was like to joyce today we watched a french movie called he loves me, he loves me not&lt;br /&gt;and joyce was like Lesbian what?&lt;br /&gt;Chuckle chuckle chuckle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny picturee. haha hover cat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkSIZmyKVmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GDMWntcM94Q/s1600-h/funny-pictures-hovercat-flies-low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkSIZmyKVmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GDMWntcM94Q/s320/funny-pictures-hovercat-flies-low.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351552230712039010" 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/8259372729356665042-633679140414043121?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/633679140414043121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/633679140414043121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/lesbian-what.html' title='Lesbian What?'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkSIZmyKVmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/GDMWntcM94Q/s72-c/funny-pictures-hovercat-flies-low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-6692439325737364517</id><published>2009-06-25T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:19:41.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pic pic pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNqz1yY8kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RHlsN2rXMUE/s1600-h/jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNqz1yY8kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RHlsN2rXMUE/s320/jessica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351238221090583106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgg. i love this picturee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNrIX0MDMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/M8TbCFQ-yms/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-blows-bubbles-in-your-milk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNrIX0MDMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/M8TbCFQ-yms/s320/funny-pictures-cat-blows-bubbles-in-your-milk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351238573822315714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so funnny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-6692439325737364517?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6692439325737364517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6692439325737364517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/pic-pic-pictures.html' title='pic pic pictures'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNqz1yY8kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RHlsN2rXMUE/s72-c/jessica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4234079840674794689</id><published>2009-06-24T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:21:22.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AZRIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AZRIN, i am sorry for putting that on my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want noodle soup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4234079840674794689?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4234079840674794689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4234079840674794689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/azrin.html' title='AZRIN'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4032800004228403301</id><published>2009-06-24T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:42:56.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they be hating</title><content type='html'>if you really wanna read my blog read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;►   Chloe |  O M G. i hate youu. oh FATTY says:&lt;br /&gt; azrin?&lt;br /&gt;- azrin. says:&lt;br /&gt; hello&lt;br /&gt;►   Chloe |  O M G. i hate youu. oh FATTY says:&lt;br /&gt;  you are aware of the fact that your profile picture is like the same as helena's old one. right?&lt;br /&gt;- azrin. says:&lt;br /&gt; she can get mad. i don't care &lt;br /&gt; there are 458763045729837-1023948-2895704765283746238756 people around the world doing it aswell&lt;br /&gt;►   Chloe |  O M G. i hate youu. oh FATTY says:&lt;br /&gt; but you dont know them&lt;br /&gt;- azrin. says:&lt;br /&gt; so i suppose all those ppl are copying her aswell?&lt;br /&gt; she thinks she owns everything&lt;br /&gt; god i really hate her&lt;br /&gt; she thinks she's the first one to come up with everything&lt;br /&gt; a,sjdhfkjhsbdfvkjhbashdjhgfkugklsjhdbvalsdhbf&lt;br /&gt; aklfhjalskdjbvalskjdfh'asdf&lt;br /&gt; h'sofibjh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT MAKES ME SO MAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i had school and we had this thing on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;CYBER BULLYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4032800004228403301?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4032800004228403301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4032800004228403301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/they-be-hating.html' title='they be hating'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4352374759227854158</id><published>2009-06-22T19:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T19:43:02.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school.</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i felt sooo sooo soo soo sick.&lt;br /&gt;but i am OK noww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music there was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIRE&lt;/span&gt; drill.&lt;br /&gt;pe &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;SOFTBALL&lt;/span&gt;. i got two people out :D&lt;br /&gt;science. ew. i hate it. but i have yasmin. butt she isnt going to be here tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;maths. i was so so so so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing interesting happened. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4352374759227854158?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4352374759227854158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4352374759227854158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/school.html' title='school.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-9171815589310865059</id><published>2009-06-21T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T16:51:42.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FATHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;omg. it is father's day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;we put father's day and my dad's birthday into one (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;because my sister and him may not be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;and we got him an ipod. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;YUCKKK. i am sickk. ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i have such a headache, and a cold. eww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i hate it. eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the germs. ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and NO i dont have swine flu. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-9171815589310865059?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/9171815589310865059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/9171815589310865059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='FATHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4596611732483807099</id><published>2009-06-21T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:20:52.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>red. as in mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;no ones reads my blog. so i am putting this up&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- azrin. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; it's official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Shannen is 100% bitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i hope she gets run-over by a truck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; and dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; then i wanna dance on her grave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;►   Chloe | Never thought it would come to this says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  dont be mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- azrin. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; she's a fag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;►   Chloe | Never thought it would come to this says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- azrin. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; coz she's butting in to this fight and insulting my friends (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; fag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; g2g have breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; bb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;►   Chloe | Never thought it would come to this said (10:08 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; .. you are insulting my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;AHH. azrin is insulting shannen and she is my friend. and he said shannen is insulting his friends. hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;AND tasha copied our &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;tick tick boom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WE ARE CJ HAASY&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; TICK TICK BOOM&lt;/span&gt;. ours. she copied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4596611732483807099?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4596611732483807099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4596611732483807099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-as-in-mad.html' title='red. as in mad'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-8626612545228310376</id><published>2009-06-20T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T00:11:39.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're a bad cat man</title><content type='html'>Umm.. yesterday Alyssa, Ameerea, Yasmin and I went to One Utama.&lt;br /&gt;and we watched the Hannah Montana movie.&lt;br /&gt;it was good. i thought it would suck&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the movie we did the hoedown throwdown. it is awesome&lt;br /&gt;and we turned around and figured people were still behind watching us doing that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;shannen came over. we walked to the park, went on the swings.&lt;br /&gt;and we are such loser. we went on the computer :P&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the park again to see Helena and Ameera.&lt;br /&gt;and when we were going there. shannen and i saw the cutest cat in the world. i love it's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We were walking back home with them we saw the smallest kitten ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;and we went back and forth. and shannen and i had din din dinner. then we played wii for a while. we watched last comic standing.&lt;br /&gt;and shannen's mum was like i am coming in eight minutes. random time :P what about ten minutes? why eight? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-8626612545228310376?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8626612545228310376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8626612545228310376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-bad-cat-man.html' title='you&apos;re a bad cat man'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-9126102550136167694</id><published>2009-05-18T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:38:08.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/ShEdMJPTqqI/AAAAAAAAADI/KfS8HzIvkoI/s1600-h/IMG_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/ShEdMJPTqqI/AAAAAAAAADI/KfS8HzIvkoI/s320/IMG_4436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337079127886506658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;today was funny.&lt;br /&gt;science was awesome as :D&lt;br /&gt;jia mae and i were really just writing on the whiteboards :D and yes the small drawing is me from jia mae.&lt;br /&gt;haha. um.. volleyball. i was in group three :O&lt;br /&gt;i am ANTI GROUP THREEE!&lt;br /&gt;but i was with sarah. :D yaay&lt;br /&gt;music. omg. all we did was take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my boyfriend is a stalker :P&lt;br /&gt;but i love him&lt;br /&gt;if you are reading this Azrin, you mean the world to me. i love you. i really do.&lt;br /&gt;you are awesome as :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-9126102550136167694?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/9126102550136167694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/9126102550136167694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-life-goes-on.html' title='and life goes on'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/ShEdMJPTqqI/AAAAAAAAADI/KfS8HzIvkoI/s72-c/IMG_4436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-6998749172344643478</id><published>2009-05-02T11:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:09:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;omg. i am so boredd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;butt i dont want to leave the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;yuckk. i can't be bothered to moveee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;hahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-6998749172344643478?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6998749172344643478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6998749172344643478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/05/never.html' title='never.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-1579296661723486939</id><published>2009-05-01T12:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:25:06.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sexy little peanut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG. OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AMEERA IS FOURTEEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;tehehe. she had a partyy. wooo. that was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and we watched the uninvited. lamee. it is quite lamee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; andd i hate thalia. she is too pretty. it isn't fair :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;teheeh. i loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ameera's mum's cookingg.  it is awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; yummyyy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-1579296661723486939?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1579296661723486939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1579296661723486939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-sexy-little-peanut.html' title='my sexy little peanut'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7131406997861182722</id><published>2009-04-29T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:18:10.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when we party we party hard. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tomorrow it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ameera&lt;/span&gt;'s partyyy.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; wooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the fun. and the joyy. haha. i am so excited. :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haha. cant waitttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;errr. lets think. school. school. school. ummm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;BORING. as usual. who doesnt think school is boringg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i had ict. ew. stupid ict. i kinda died. it was killing me inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;history. i had ms page-jones. that is nothing more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;omg. the girl that looks like ms page-jones said hi to me. she was like hey chloe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;strange. i dunno who she is. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;english. we spent half the lesson learing something we were supposed to learn last year. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;drama was boringg. jeremy and vikram was stalking the people in the room next to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and after school. it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;RAINING&lt;/span&gt;. yaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fun fun fun. we partied in the rain. and my shirt was so see through. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;:O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7131406997861182722?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7131406997861182722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7131406997861182722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-we-party-we-party-hard.html' title='when we party we party hard. :)'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7415475987341087360</id><published>2009-04-21T18:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:19:24.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day. the first full day. the first full fantastic day.</title><content type='html'>Alyssa came backk todayy.  she seems sick though :(&lt;br /&gt;mr allen got so pissed at me. because i wasnt listening&lt;br /&gt;first full day being singlee. :)&lt;br /&gt;and i MAY go to ameera's partyy. i really wanna.&lt;br /&gt;i have to go take a picture for my pasport. i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7415475987341087360?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7415475987341087360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7415475987341087360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-first-full-day-first-full.html' title='the first day. the first full day. the first full fantastic day.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-2623914487103961218</id><published>2009-04-20T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:19:16.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a long time ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;omg. i haven't write in here for like agess. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;but now i am. since prom i haven't writen. well, since then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i broke up with tom. and had millions of other boyfriends. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;um.. jarred dumped me today after 5 weeks and 6 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;and i think i am finee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;ameera helped&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ALOT&lt;/span&gt;. we were dancing today during lunchh. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;we are awesomee. and alyssa didnt come to school todayy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i did cry. but i feel finee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;for once i am proud to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I AM SINGLEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-2623914487103961218?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/2623914487103961218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/2623914487103961218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2009/04/long-time-ago.html' title='a long time ago'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-1274824921017296361</id><published>2008-12-11T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:19:33.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after today</title><content type='html'>it is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;prom&lt;/span&gt; tomorrrow.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; the joy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not that excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-1274824921017296361?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1274824921017296361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1274824921017296361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-after-today.html' title='the day after today'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4660513673788431446</id><published>2008-11-29T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:19:45.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(out)</title><content type='html'>yesterday was Yasmin's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; partyyy. :D:D that was so awesomeeee. and we went to a place [watever it was called] hated itt. yuckk. boring placeee.&lt;br /&gt;and today i went out with ameera, alssya, tom and freddy and we watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;quarantine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ohh that was kinda funny but scaryy [in a wayyy]. :P. and we went to a bra shoppp :D:D. fun fun fun. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&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/8259372729356665042-4660513673788431446?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4660513673788431446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4660513673788431446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/11/out.html' title='(out)'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7566697395432980821</id><published>2008-11-28T15:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:19:55.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[nothing to write]</title><content type='html'>rawrrr. today was maths testt. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;PANICC! &lt;/span&gt;scaryy. it was kinda hard.&lt;br /&gt;i love ameera, helena, esme, athena, alex ETC ETC ETC... :)&lt;br /&gt;rawrr. my friends are da bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7566697395432980821?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7566697395432980821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7566697395432980821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/11/rawrrr.html' title='[nothing to write]'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7622766568547765859</id><published>2008-11-26T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:20:09.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused is the main word</title><content type='html'>well... i have done my homeworkk. scaryyy, i know.&lt;br /&gt;:D. but i am just that good. not reallly i got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were sorting out tables. and helena was panicking:P. hahaha. not really&lt;br /&gt;and all i know is that i am with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;helena&lt;/span&gt;. i dont care about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;:D. and i am with ameera i think :S. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;confusedd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goshh. life is so hardd. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;school &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow well we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; todayy. but HEY!&lt;br /&gt;i know i am &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;confusingg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&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/8259372729356665042-7622766568547765859?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7622766568547765859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7622766568547765859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/11/confused-is-main-word.html' title='confused is the main word'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-1607519063090858305</id><published>2008-10-27T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:50:20.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>havent a clue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SQWAV76KyfI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhlGArFXGkE/s1600-h/CIMG4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261752853999569394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SQWAV76KyfI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhlGArFXGkE/s320/CIMG4237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well todayy i went to someone's house that i have no clue who they aree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ameera is coming to my house next weekendddd. :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love love. i prune beetle love herrr. :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;rawrrrr. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and yesterday i went out with my sister, rachel and adrian. Adrian is really scaredd of mee. hahaaha. and i bought yellow nail polishhh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-1607519063090858305?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1607519063090858305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1607519063090858305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/havent-clue.html' title='havent a clue'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SQWAV76KyfI/AAAAAAAAABw/yhlGArFXGkE/s72-c/CIMG4237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-3517118741134679485</id><published>2008-10-20T20:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:19:26.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this one.</title><content type='html'>well,&lt;br /&gt;i had school. i hurt my foot. my head hurts. and i went to the doctors and they said i am under weight. goshh. i am not. i am a perfectly heathy young girl. goshh. lame personn.&lt;br /&gt;oh schoool. i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;and i am confused about something that 2 people know of. :D:D&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funn. i had a science test todayyy. ewwwwwww&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-3517118741134679485?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3517118741134679485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/3517118741134679485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-one.html' title='this one.'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-8028725557882658456</id><published>2008-10-20T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:58:03.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.A.T.T [party all the time]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SPxxlU8eZLI/AAAAAAAAABg/atxMKD_IYuE/s1600-h/CIMG4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259203350953354418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SPxxlU8eZLI/AAAAAAAAABg/atxMKD_IYuE/s320/CIMG4359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well on saturday was li shan's partyyy. wooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;rawrrr. i slept over at vishy's house after. and i woke her up at 8:30am. :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;funn. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;li shan partyy. fun fun fun. i was the first one to danceee. goshhhh. and i played a song for Athena but no one heard it apart for herrr:D:D.&lt;strong&gt; i love Athena&lt;/strong&gt; it was really randomm. haha. i cried. PAINSS! funn.. :.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and we played truth or dare. but mostly dareee. we did like one truth. strangee. cant we just play dare or .. dare???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol:P&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had an awesome time at her partyy. :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-8028725557882658456?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8028725557882658456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8028725557882658456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/patt-party-all-time.html' title='P.A.T.T [party all the time]'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SPxxlU8eZLI/AAAAAAAAABg/atxMKD_IYuE/s72-c/CIMG4359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-645604572389367743</id><published>2008-10-17T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:57:37.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the day</title><content type='html'>today jai mae&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hurt&lt;/span&gt; me :(:(&lt;br /&gt;goshh. but esme kissed it betterrr. :D:D. yaayy&lt;br /&gt;and i brought my old phone to school. sigh* i love my old phonee :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-645604572389367743?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/645604572389367743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/645604572389367743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-day.html' title='this is the day'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-7294415099331645848</id><published>2008-10-11T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:21:04.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>todayy. of all days</title><content type='html'>goshh. i haven't done anything todayy. lamee. i have be a bumm. sitting down. and SLEEPING!. goshhh. i am lamee. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;and i am watching a movie. fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-7294415099331645848?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7294415099331645848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/7294415099331645848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/todayy-of-all-days.html' title='todayy. of all days'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4766618057619741096</id><published>2008-10-05T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:19:37.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework[ing]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;haaha. i am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'doing' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;my homework. haha. fun fun fun. i am 'doing' history.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care about what happened in the past i am living in the present. duhhh.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i had tae kwon do today. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;IT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HATE HATE HATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;goshh. life is so hard doing things i dont want to. like HOMEWORK! and i have so much of it to do as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4766618057619741096?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4766618057619741096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4766618057619741096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/homeworking.html' title='Homework[ing]'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-1885469504793070999</id><published>2008-10-04T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:37:44.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hari raya is the word[s]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA!&lt;/span&gt; to all&lt;br /&gt;haha. i went to my dad's friends house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;THE JOY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if you know me i was only jokingggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rawrrr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;butt i got food. so everything is okk. :D:D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and my phone &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;isnt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;working. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't done any of my homeworkkk. hehee. opps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-1885469504793070999?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1885469504793070999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1885469504793070999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya-is-words.html' title='selamat hari raya is the word[s]'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4530403749262029569</id><published>2008-09-07T11:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:14:19.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that time in life</title><content type='html'>i know who&lt;br /&gt;i know who now&lt;br /&gt;i know who now are&lt;br /&gt;i know who now are my&lt;br /&gt;i know who now are my true&lt;br /&gt;i know who now are my true friends.&lt;br /&gt;and I LOVE THEM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4530403749262029569?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4530403749262029569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4530403749262029569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-time-in-life.html' title='that time in life'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-1195834812541595092</id><published>2008-09-07T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:06:44.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>different feeling</title><content type='html'>i think i love him. i cant stop thinking about him.&lt;br /&gt;it is ALL i think aboutt. everything i do reminds me of him..&lt;br /&gt;goshhh. i cant wait to see him on mondayy. :D:D.&lt;br /&gt;goshhh. life is so hard without him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;have to do homeworkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-1195834812541595092?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1195834812541595092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/1195834812541595092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/different-feeling.html' title='different feeling'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-350963094976861497</id><published>2008-09-06T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:41:24.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;goshh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;so my best friend left me. i crieddd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;well now i know who my friends really are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and oh i have been cyber bullied so muchh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i have a boyfriend and i am scared he is going to break my heart. he is so cutee. i love himm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;i want to talk to him but i dont know his email or numberr... so that doesnt help and he is so perfect. he is in my science, english and maths class. so.. i see him every dayy. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;goshhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;write laterrr.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-350963094976861497?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/350963094976861497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/350963094976861497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/09/hard-luck.html' title='Hard luck'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-6591815302421724594</id><published>2008-06-15T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:54:51.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the heart of tears</title><content type='html'>on friday i cried my heart out. i cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;for two different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;one because the guy i liked for 1 and a half is dating my friend&lt;br /&gt;second because my best friend is changing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-6591815302421724594?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6591815302421724594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/6591815302421724594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/06/heart-of-tears.html' title='the heart of tears'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4399561730840034793</id><published>2008-05-13T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:38:29.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stab in the heart</title><content type='html'>goshhh.&lt;br /&gt;this guy thinks i like his friend but i dont and never did even though this guy is my ex boyfriend. haha. and this guy thinks i like him. whyy would i? and i asked another guy out and i dont like him. i like this other guy but he is scared of me. goshh. love is so hard. but me and sarah are anti-guys. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4399561730840034793?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4399561730840034793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4399561730840034793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/stab-in-heart.html' title='stab in the heart'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-312945108338398693</id><published>2008-05-11T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:38:08.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jellyfish's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;joyce is thirteen now. yaay. now we are the same age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i tried calling her but she didnt pick up so i left a message saying happy birthday twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;goshh. yaay. the third time i called she picked up but she was baking cupcakes. and i baked brownies. hehe. how awesome can we get?? haha. i love joycee. she is da bomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-312945108338398693?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/312945108338398693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/312945108338398693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/jellyfishs-day.html' title='jellyfish&apos;s day'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-8672566769753654620</id><published>2008-05-11T12:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:38:28.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day for mothers</title><content type='html'>well.. it is mothers day.&lt;br /&gt;and i havent done anything for my mother. goshh. i did wash up though and then she got really angry at me. she got angry that i havent clean my bedroom. but i have she just doesnt go in to my room. i mean what is her use of going there any way? i dont even sleep in that room. goshh. i was trying to study and my mum says lets go out. i said i am studying and she didnt believe me. she never does. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;going back to study!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-8672566769753654620?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8672566769753654620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8672566769753654620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-for-mothers.html' title='a day for mothers'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4129755458731736010</id><published>2008-05-10T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T12:48:19.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never again</title><content type='html'>i dont love him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i wont love him anyomore.&lt;br /&gt;i cant love him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i know who he loves now. and it is not me anymore. it is my friend. sad.&lt;br /&gt;but i fell for someone else now. and he doesnt knows this. he doesnt care. he isnt mean to me about it. he doesnt tell the whole world. that i love him. he still talks to me. ha. i hate you. goshh. now you know. i hate you. i want you to know this. i know i dont have to fell sad and empty inside. i dont have to wish for you to come back. i dont have to stay wake at night thinking where we went wrong. i just sleep thinking about they way he smiled at me. we could have been something really good but then you just left me all by myself. alone. making me like nothing, nothing at all. you told me when i was with another you still loved me. i got over you then you said that. and now you act like it is my fault. you act like you didnt say that, but i remember i still do. now just go away GET OUT OF MY HEAD! i want to forget everything that happened. i want not to know you. i want to walk past you and hold my head up and smile. i hate myself because i loved you. i LOVED you. i have no clue why you are ugly and mean and cruel and heartless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4129755458731736010?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4129755458731736010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4129755458731736010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/never-again.html' title='never again'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-8993488197018222665</id><published>2008-05-10T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:02:59.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the birthday of a jellyfish</title><content type='html'>it is joyce's birthday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;she is going to be a grandma like me. thirteen. our grandma years.&lt;br /&gt;i baked her a cake. fun! and i brought her three bags. and i am making her a jellyfish because i call her larry the jellyfish. haha. but the jellyfish i am making it and it went wrong. opps. joyce will still love me (i hope) and it is mothers day on her birthday so.. AHHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-8993488197018222665?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8993488197018222665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/8993488197018222665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-of-jellyfish.html' title='the birthday of a jellyfish'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259372729356665042.post-4760711199233953678</id><published>2008-05-10T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:44:06.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a bum heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my friends are the best.. most of them. so are really annoying =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love ameera gorman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love helena paver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love joyce shih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i love my bum(athena) and i am her ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;athena and ii are the science bums. haha we have like 6 songs, one about a rat boy(greg) and a rich boy(ben). lol. the science bums have eal science (not really we just say that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;joyce and ii at the most randomNess people you can get. lol. i baked a cake for joyce and i said everyone would die after eating it. but look i am still here. everyone told me the cake was good. at least one thing in my life works. and athena said i love your cake not you. meanyy. i still love her. she ALWAYS does that to me. like at helena's party we were 'it' and someone saw us and ran and i said we are not THAT ugly and she was like i maybe not but u r. i like died of laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and some guy likes me and i pretend to like him. and then he went a little to far and asked me out. then i told him the truth. i felt so mean. maybe because i am?? and this guy is trying to change so i like. but he comes up to like my knee. haha. and he is always like i love you. i dunno wat to say so i say i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;well i had a little obbession with a guy ok fine it was a HUGE obbession and now i like his friend. AHH! and the guy i like knows i like him but i dont think he believes me. haha. and he is scared of me because he knows what i did to the obbession guy. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ameera is so funny i love her. she was talking about this guy and she was like to me you would make such ugly babies it would be half nigga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8259372729356665042-4760711199233953678?l=buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4760711199233953678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8259372729356665042/posts/default/4760711199233953678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buildingshomeforwhatweknow.blogspot.com/2008/05/bum-heart.html' title='a bum heart'/><author><name>nolabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2pW64MmPxpQ/SkNkH9hxoBI/AAAAAAAAADk/BMpW3Nc2GTU/S220/ameera.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
