<?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-1981723282755025852</id><updated>2011-11-14T01:09:56.437+08:00</updated><category term='3 more weeks to Os baybeh.'/><category term='tak suke.'/><category term='-'/><category term='make me smile can?'/><category term='randombombbomb'/><category term='movie with me'/><category term='floating.'/><category term='somethings are just meant to change huh?'/><category term='bowling pool and moreeee'/><category term='YES'/><category term='boplehh'/><category term='iasilwy . heh.'/><category term='evil-giler kawanku'/><category term='just one day.'/><category term='prelims alims salims are almost here.'/><category term='can&apos;t help it at all'/><category term='just shutup and leave me alone okay.'/><category term='don&apos;t breathe a word'/><category term='macaronii chickenn pie.'/><category term='burrrrrhhhh.'/><category term='tooties'/><category term='happy days are here again.'/><category term='just another stranger.'/><category term='breathing like a dog.'/><category term='grandpa'/><category term='random pantat berrrsarrrrr like always'/><category term='magnolia chocolate milk.'/><category term='go gaa gaa all over.'/><category term='cheeta.'/><category term='rubbish much?'/><category term='its been said over and over again.'/><category term='tata'/><category term='continuation-'/><category term='moggamiggamugga'/><category term='Lying all alone'/><category term='it aint right. not right now.'/><category term='school'/><category term='does it?'/><category term='lacka lacka boom baam'/><category term='NDP'/><category term='glad.'/><category term='movie'/><category term='29th july'/><category term='1 down'/><category term='anyone there?'/><category term='oh love. where you go?'/><category term='phone number'/><category term='sweet nibblets.'/><category term='carry my love for you.'/><category term='unspoken of. Forever.'/><category term='randomtasi shit ass mister.'/><category term='happy loserrr.'/><category term='she and her brain.'/><category term='maahaahaa'/><category term='mister cuteyy take a pic with me(:'/><category term='nah. hahahhahhahahahahahahahahs'/><category term='the crime we all commit'/><category term='race.wuuuu'/><category term='thankyou mrs SOONG'/><category term='thankyou. (you know who you are)'/><category term='Nah. Take what you want.'/><category term='love'/><category term='headache'/><category term='bom peepeee'/><category term='nehhnii nehhnii BOO BOO'/><category term='wishing you would call.'/><category term='foto foto come and look.'/><category term='Photos will be on Facebook soon'/><category term='ayo?'/><category term='down after one look.'/><category term='again.'/><category term='hello wello sello mello tello pello lolololololololol'/><category term='kk night.'/><category term='needing you like the ocean needs the tides.'/><category term='ulcer i have'/><category term='the thought of him still lingers.'/><category term='knockedd out'/><category term='goshh'/><category term='that lil bit of sunshine is all i need.'/><category term='more to come'/><category term='always be my bby'/><category term='I&apos;M DONE HEALING ONE TOO MANY TIME.'/><category term='closer'/><category term='jamie and audrey talking much.'/><category term='going gaa gaa.'/><category term='guess i was wrong'/><category term='im hungry'/><category term='thankyou hanif for the shades'/><category term='wish you were here again.'/><category term='accident.'/><category term='pet-scan'/><category term='so fcuk yaself.'/><category term='boringg yet totally amazing'/><category term='ENGLISH BOOOOO.'/><category term='and i just want to hold you.'/><category term='prelims alims salims'/><category term='not bumpedd yet.'/><category term='im crazy'/><category term='ice cream anyone?'/><category term='creature&apos;s deep inside'/><category term='another chapter comes to an end'/><category term='yade yade blabberr booooo'/><category term='i sukee. heh'/><category term='history O&apos;s TOMORROW'/><category term='it ends'/><category term='waterballoon'/><category term='pitaa pattaa'/><category term='almost fell down deep intoo again. guess i shudnt.'/><category term='maggie you have?'/><category term='period'/><category term='workieee maniac.NOT'/><category term='rather strange.'/><category term='living life with you :D'/><category term='O levels are HERE'/><category term='scuffled.'/><category term='anyone?'/><category term='loving the song babehh.'/><category term='ranndommmmmmmm'/><category term='ps. i guess it&apos;s true.'/><category term='imy piggy'/><category term='imy;'/><category term='mojojojooo'/><category term='army daze'/><category term='insane in public.'/><category term='booohoo poop.'/><category term='avoiding it'/><category term='don&apos;t go please.'/><category term='blahhhh'/><category term='more to come.'/><category term='peekaabooo'/><title type='text'>Kayla-Ful</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>373</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1276470703004775280</id><published>2009-09-21T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:03:30.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrdPPfW6eUI/AAAAAAAACJA/RLUBuB3OOB4/s320/movedup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383859007078955330" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1276470703004775280?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1276470703004775280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1276470703004775280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrdPPfW6eUI/AAAAAAAACJA/RLUBuB3OOB4/s72-c/movedup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-5752108518826928976</id><published>2009-09-19T14:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:26:46.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Shifted Because Of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Moved Away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kayla-laughsloudly.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-5752108518826928976?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5752108518826928976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5752108518826928976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-shifted-because-of-you.html' title='Blog Shifted Because Of You'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1418887404215072868</id><published>2009-09-19T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T01:02:40.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Prata + Ice Milo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrO8p69j07I/AAAAAAAACII/fQzV9-8Dwho/s1600-h/DSC07317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrO8p69j07I/AAAAAAAACII/fQzV9-8Dwho/s320/DSC07317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382853408025990066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankyou &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Shree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for making me feel better (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now all I need is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J.Co Yogurt and that &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sweet boy's smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1418887404215072868?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1418887404215072868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1418887404215072868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/chocolate-prata-ice-milo.html' title='Chocolate Prata + Ice Milo'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrO8p69j07I/AAAAAAAACII/fQzV9-8Dwho/s72-c/DSC07317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-8693024550640195586</id><published>2009-09-18T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:31:47.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Grip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrMfQEu5ubI/AAAAAAAACH4/yRByBiKrIMc/s1600-h/0gw6NwDY0qyq5rklUQ3Y6GRNo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrMfQEu5ubI/AAAAAAAACH4/yRByBiKrIMc/s320/0gw6NwDY0qyq5rklUQ3Y6GRNo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382680340646705586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Fuck. I. Am. Fucking. Pissed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Dont. Fucking. Read. This. If. You. Dont. Want. To. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Use. Of. Coarse. Language. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Plus. Its. Just. A. Fucking. Waste. Of. Your. Time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Anyway. I. Just. Need. To. Let. This. Out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;If. Not. My. Fucking. Head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Will. Blow. Into. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Little. Fucking. Tiny. Pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Now. Please. Fuck. Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;You say you know but you dont fucking know okay! If you wanna know anything, fucking come straight to my face and ask me. Slap me if I dont answer you. Seriously, you're making my life way fucking complicated. All the fucked up shit started to happen all because you booked that fucking trip without clarifying the dates of my competition. Well fuck you for not asking me, your fuckedup daughter! You'll rather believe some jackass than talk to me huh? Well thats the shit you're portraying to me right now! You say you cannot talk to me cause I never want to talk, WELL have you ever tried!? Ive been talking to you all the shitass fucked up problems I have with the dam school BUT do you listen? Really, DO YOU OR NOT?!  If you do and YET all you can do is Fuck it up even more for me, then WELL DONE. You say you care, care what? Care for me? Or care for your convenience?  You think I dont hurt when I heard that the Fucking trip to Japan is cancelled? You THINK I DONT FEEL THE FUCKING PAIN IN MY HEART HUH!?! Well fuck you I do OKAY!? And it seems like you dont fucking understand me anymore. I dont even know what the fuck it is you want from me anymore. If you really care as much as you say you do, you wouldnt make my life more difficult than it is now. You wouldnt take away the one important thing in my life right now, Floorball. You dont know how hard I work to get into the dam team. And you, sitting in your fucking office chair, saying you wanna take me out of floorball because you're not happy about me coming home late at night? Wtfuck are you trying to pull here? I am NOT THE ONLY ONE TRAINING YOU KNOW? There are also other kids training and I dont see WHY their mothers are not complaining as much as you are. You're not some big shot and this is not sports school anymore okay? They dont care about your NEEDS as much as sport school does. Thats why they made you cancel the fucking trip so that I can run for them in IVP. Right?! See?! They dont give a shit about your needs! They dont care how much you spent on booking the trip. THEY DONT EFFING CARE UNDERSTAND!?!? Saying you wanna take me out of floorball, so goddam easily. And you say you care? Seriously, do you? I guess you dont huh? And it's not that I dont wanna talk to you okay? I do and I did, it's just certain issues I dont like having to bring them home and making you, my parents, stress out. I know you're worried but I know I can handle this, so dont worry and please, please please, talk to me before you do anything.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-8693024550640195586?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8693024550640195586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8693024550640195586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/losing-grip.html' title='Losing Grip'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrMfQEu5ubI/AAAAAAAACH4/yRByBiKrIMc/s72-c/0gw6NwDY0qyq5rklUQ3Y6GRNo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4756843718771332539</id><published>2009-09-18T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:39:35.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Taste And Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrJzsLS4v6I/AAAAAAAACHw/Pv_IAArjcQk/s1600-h/DSC05263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrJzsLS4v6I/AAAAAAAACHw/Pv_IAArjcQk/s320/DSC05263.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382491707444608930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oh gee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Baby if they ask me.&lt;br /&gt;I would say I don't even know your name.&lt;br /&gt;And when they ask me:&lt;br /&gt;Does it change?&lt;br /&gt;'No it don't change a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause it's something about the way you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;and it's something about the way you think you know me.&lt;br /&gt;that I can't explain enough.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;It's Just Something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, sans-serif;color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-4756843718771332539?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4756843718771332539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4756843718771332539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture-taste-and-feel.html' title='Picture Taste And Feel'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrJzsLS4v6I/AAAAAAAACHw/Pv_IAArjcQk/s72-c/DSC05263.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-3578461618274814650</id><published>2009-09-17T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:10:17.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(L)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrJbqnqxFbI/AAAAAAAACHg/Ly8N2SwY9gM/s1600-h/tumblr_kpmtntPn0k1qzvhmpo1_400.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrJbqnqxFbI/AAAAAAAACHg/Ly8N2SwY9gM/s320/tumblr_kpmtntPn0k1qzvhmpo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382465292422157746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Boy you make my heart skip a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Do you remember the times your heart skip a beat when a cute/hot guy/girl smiles at you? Hahaha. Well today, I had more than one smile. Thankyou cause &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; made my day. Heeeeeeeeee (: Whenever I think about it, I tend to smile/laugh. Gosh I feel so dumb cause this old man caught me smiling to myself. Gaaaaaaah! Hahahaha. I barely know him, wait! I dont even know him!! All I know is that he has the cutest smile everrr. And he waved bye-bye to me. And he made me smile. And he ___. (: *smiles widely* Hahahaha. Kaaay fine its nothing to yall but to me.. Awwwwwwh *melts* I only have a faint image of his smile left in my head. Mummy I wanna see him again, can? &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/1981723282755025852-3578461618274814650?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3578461618274814650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3578461618274814650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/l.html' title='(L)'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrJbqnqxFbI/AAAAAAAACHg/Ly8N2SwY9gM/s72-c/tumblr_kpmtntPn0k1qzvhmpo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4961242301733929922</id><published>2009-09-17T00:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:36:38.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus Baby Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrERj_MPrbI/AAAAAAAACHY/R4SppDZ51EM/s1600-h/tumblr_kpmkdnAyER1qa26eeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrERj_MPrbI/AAAAAAAACHY/R4SppDZ51EM/s320/tumblr_kpmkdnAyER1qa26eeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382102339640339890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hello jello me readers (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We won we won yo! Yay us! Hahaha. Score is 10 to 5. Not impressive BUT great work girls! Nyeahahaha. So jyeah I got my supp paper at 2.30 tmr. Gosh CKT just kills the shit outta me. Needa study more in the morning later. Oh anyways, I bumped into Faris Chase just now while waiting for bus 23. Hahaha. Then later on, I bumped into Ash Muammar when I was in bus 125. Hahaha. Kay as you can see, I have nothing to blog about alrdy. Hahaha, these bumping incidents like not needed to say but what the heck right? Heeee. So now Im tired and pooofed out. Got to go now(: Nights Zights Sleep Tights. Kayy lame. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-4961242301733929922?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4961242301733929922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4961242301733929922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/focus-baby-focus.html' title='Focus Baby Focus'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SrERj_MPrbI/AAAAAAAACHY/R4SppDZ51EM/s72-c/tumblr_kpmkdnAyER1qa26eeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4889184673241545781</id><published>2009-09-16T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T01:09:02.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roman Catholic Bells Are Ringing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sq_Jat6eUFI/AAAAAAAACGA/bsh4VEHUj84/s1600-h/DSC05115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sq_Jat6eUFI/AAAAAAAACGA/bsh4VEHUj84/s320/DSC05115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381741540569665618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;AAAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAH (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;in case you're dumb, Im the littlest one with the darkest skin colour (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Gosh today has been tiring G.B!! Oh for your info, G.B is equals to Giler Babi! Heeeeeeeeee (Y). So woke up at 8am, and headed to ToaPayoh stadium to train. Hahaha. Surprisingly not many people there in the morning. So jogged from my house all the way there and did sprinting workout. I was half-awake while jogging (: Almost crashed into some tree cause my eyes were half-closed. So after training, I could hear my legs cried for mercy. Hahaha. I think while I was sprinting, there were many people staring! For what?, I have no clueee. Weird cockadoos. Goodness, never see someone run so fast before huh?! Hahaha. Maybe they were shock to see me sprint, but there werent any buses in front on me. Tsk tsk these KiaSu aunties and uncles. ^^ Anywaysssss, I got home, slept for an hour, then started studying like cb. ): I hate studying. Urrgghh, Can someone invent a strategy in order for me to do well BUT not study? Can? Can? CAN??!?! I swear I'll loveeeeee the person till death. Okay fine not till death.... -_- But yeah you know what I mean (: so blah blah blaaaaah I dont wanna elaborate on the studying part. Waste my time. Teeeheee. I realised I didnt eat my lunch only when I was on my way for Floorball training-_- aaaaah heck it right? People fasting also never eat, so I shant complain like a monkey yeah? Heh heh heh. So Fball training was alrights, tiring BUT fun. Thanks to Nabilah, I had a donut to fill my tummy. Yuummyy! Nicest donut ever! If only I had A1's bubbletea to go along with it! Woaaaah that would be great! (: Okaaaaay. So today after Fball training, we had a really loooooooooong talk. I think thats the looooooooooongest talk ever! But it was, to me, quite good that we had that talk. We have lots to improve as a team and I really hope that we will do well for polite! Loveeee you Tp Wolves!!!! (Y) So anyways I got home at 12.30 manxzxzxz. Cabbed from Geylang, gaaaah waste my money ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh oh oh I have a Fball match against ITE Tamp tmr! I mean TODAY ( since it's pass 12am. -_- )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt; Heeeeee. And I needa study again): Should I train in the morning again? Lazy ah meeee. Heeeee. Will see my mood when I wake up. (: Anyways Takecare all! (: Will update soonxzxz. Lurps. HAHAHHAHA Gosh, I used the ah lian term~ Hahahaha. Nisa laaaaar, teach me one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Oh anyways NISA!!! Thankyou for lending me the baju! (: I'll try it on tonight (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-4889184673241545781?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4889184673241545781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4889184673241545781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/roman-catholic-bells-are-ringing.html' title='Roman Catholic Bells Are Ringing'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sq_Jat6eUFI/AAAAAAAACGA/bsh4VEHUj84/s72-c/DSC05115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7943123355248479448</id><published>2009-09-15T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:45:44.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ShheeeYeaUhhkk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sq83uypMbgI/AAAAAAAACDY/6yIKlfWkrBU/s1600-h/DSC05911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sq83uypMbgI/AAAAAAAACDY/6yIKlfWkrBU/s320/DSC05911.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381581356739096066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;" I’ve realized that if you’re always wanting and wishing for something more, you’re always going to get something less in return. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-7943123355248479448?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7943123355248479448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7943123355248479448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/shheeeyeauhhkk.html' title='ShheeeYeaUhhkk!'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sq83uypMbgI/AAAAAAAACDY/6yIKlfWkrBU/s72-c/DSC05911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6582312663981767099</id><published>2009-09-15T14:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:40:08.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BeatBox Kellin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLp0vopKYYo&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLp0vopKYYo&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taken from Amaluuuuuuuul (: He is awesome! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-6582312663981767099?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6582312663981767099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6582312663981767099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/beatbox-kellin.html' title='BeatBox Kellin'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-505609467985428984</id><published>2009-09-13T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:16:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want Is Need and Need Is Want. Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sq0XrpjoyYI/AAAAAAAACDQ/XpdyjMMUMrM/s1600-h/DSC07372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sq0XrpjoyYI/AAAAAAAACDQ/XpdyjMMUMrM/s320/DSC07372.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380983168434751874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Days has been rough as you can see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to see the sun rise up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to have chocolate mousse and vanilla ice-cream from Ikeaaaa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to laugh out loud at the way old men run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to tease people who commit fashion crimes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to wear my spongebob boxers and kick up a fuss with my mum about how she brought the wrong size. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to pass my Circuit Analysis subject. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to go to Sentosa/Marina Barrage/Henderson Waves/Haji Lane/Changi Airport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to stay out from home throughout the night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to go to Antarctica and lick the ice there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to have a movie marathon at the padang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to sleep on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to bring my smile back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Now change all the 'want to'(s) to 'need to'(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-505609467985428984?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/505609467985428984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/505609467985428984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/want-is-need-and-need-is-want-right.html' title='Want Is Need and Need Is Want. Right?'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sq0XrpjoyYI/AAAAAAAACDQ/XpdyjMMUMrM/s72-c/DSC07372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-708001820109549824</id><published>2009-09-13T12:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:54:15.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CrushCrushCrush 2,3,4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sqx5vMGF1OI/AAAAAAAACDI/AZ3HUvMZF4E/s1600-h/d8HIwE49cqft6lrqQRZnT1HQo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sqx5vMGF1OI/AAAAAAAACDI/AZ3HUvMZF4E/s320/d8HIwE49cqft6lrqQRZnT1HQo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380809506408486114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I got a lot to say to you, Yeah, I got a lot to say. I noticed your eyes are always glued to me, Keeping them here and it makes not sense at all. They taped over your mouth, Scribbled out the truth. With their lies, You little spies. Crush. Crush. Crush. Crush, crush. 2, 3, 4! Nothing compares to, A quiet evening alone. Just the one two, I was just counting on. That never happens,I guess I’m dreaming again. Let’s be more than, This.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;If you want to play it like a game, Well, come on, come on, let’s play. Cuz I’d rather waste my life pretending,Then have to forget you for one whole minute. They taped over your mouth, Scribbled out the truth. With their lies, You little spies. Crush. Crush. Crush. Crush, crush. 2, 3, 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Nothing compares to, A quiet evening alone. Just the one two, I was just counting on. That never happens, I guess I’m dreaming again. Let’s be more than, This now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Rock and roll, baby. Don’t you know that we’re all alone now, I need something to sing about. Rock and roll, Hey! Don’t you know baby, we’re all alone now, I need something to sing about. Rock and roll, Hey! Don’t you know, baby, we’re all alone now, Give me something to sing about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-708001820109549824?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/708001820109549824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/708001820109549824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/crushcrushcrush-234.html' title='CrushCrushCrush 2,3,4!'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sqx5vMGF1OI/AAAAAAAACDI/AZ3HUvMZF4E/s72-c/d8HIwE49cqft6lrqQRZnT1HQo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7052519415631779919</id><published>2009-09-13T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:20:03.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sqvt-B4ji8I/AAAAAAAACC4/6JLaR-rUyvQ/s1600-h/3844080940_8e151653e2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sqvt-B4ji8I/AAAAAAAACC4/6JLaR-rUyvQ/s320/3844080940_8e151653e2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380655829737507778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you got it all figured out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;then what's there to shout about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;You think you're always right?  You think that Im the bad guy? You think that I dont give a dam about you? Well guess again. If I dont give a dam, I wouldnt have cancel my long-booked appointment just to spend the morning with you! If I dont give a dam, I wouldnt even have bothered if you gave me a text or not? If I dont give a dam, do you think that I would let this thing bother me? Well obviously you dont know me long enough so dont go judging. I dont care if you only had one or two or 5 billion girlfriends after me. Seriously I. Dont. Give. A. Shit. Oh hell yeah it was touching at first. But then again, I thought to myself, what the eff? You were drunk when you pop the question. And you didnt even ask nicely. Trust me, from my experience, though we had a long relationship last time, you're the worse patch-up'er ever. I kinda felt that you were super desperate and you just wanted someone to love you. Well love starts with trust. If you dont trust the person, how the shittyass hell are you gonna love the person. By all means you can try, but it'll NEVER last. Boy you dont even know the basics. So dont you dare come to my face and say all this bullshiate? Trust me, I will smack you sober. I feel like sucha fool, I knew exactly what Im getting myself into, yet I simply dug myself a grave by giving it one more day. Really, you're effing temperamental. What's wrong with you? You're not the one having the period, I am, so you better not mess with me now. Oh holy cow, you already did. You're such a waste of my time, period. Now it's my turn to ask you, what are YOU trying to pull off here, D?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-7052519415631779919?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7052519415631779919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7052519415631779919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-loss.html' title='Time Loss'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sqvt-B4ji8I/AAAAAAAACC4/6JLaR-rUyvQ/s72-c/3844080940_8e151653e2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-146954271574736412</id><published>2009-09-13T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T01:02:31.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldHF6PFUukw&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldHF6PFUukw&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;AWE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-146954271574736412?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/146954271574736412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/146954271574736412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6130482671076701127</id><published>2009-09-12T02:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:18:43.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqqSc_uo6tI/AAAAAAAACCw/6F0VqTgJ9NI/s1600-h/tumblr_kostxhMkUR1qzl5sao1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqqSc_uo6tI/AAAAAAAACCw/6F0VqTgJ9NI/s320/tumblr_kostxhMkUR1qzl5sao1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380273731688524498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;RUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-6130482671076701127?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6130482671076701127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6130482671076701127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqqSc_uo6tI/AAAAAAAACCw/6F0VqTgJ9NI/s72-c/tumblr_kostxhMkUR1qzl5sao1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1373973009484135331</id><published>2009-09-11T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:27:25.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verge Of _</title><content type='html'>Confused. Need Help. Anyone? Sighs. Dont bother. It's just too deep. Now go away and Leave me alone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1373973009484135331?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1373973009484135331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1373973009484135331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/verge-of.html' title='Verge Of _'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4199374214400306610</id><published>2009-09-10T13:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:33:42.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL ME NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AHHH IM SO FRUSTRATED! SERIOUSLY! KNOWWWW WHY? CAUSE THE DAM SERVER FOR THE RESULTS IS TAKING SO DAM EFFING LONG TO LOAD. IM GOING OUT OF MY HEAD JUST TO GET THE EFFING RESULTS! JUST GIVE IT TO ME ALRDY SO THAT I CAN DECIDE HOW TO SPENT MY DAY TODAY! IF I GET GOOD RESULTS, I'LL PARTYAYE LIKE A ROCK STAR. IF I GET AVERAGE RESULTS, I'LL PARTY LIKE A MINI COOPER STAR. BUT IF I GET SHITTY RESULTS, I'LL NEED TO BUCK UP AND STUDY FOR MY SUB-PAPER. GOSSSSH JUST SMASH THE RESULTS IN MY FACE NOW. YES RIGHT NOW NOW NOW NOW!!!! PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU INTERNET! YOU MAKING ME GO BONKERS JUST WAITING IN MY CHAIR FOR YOU TO LOAD AND SHOW ME THOSE LETTERS. MAMAMIAAAAAA I CANT TAKE THIS SUSPENSE ANYMOREEEEEEEEEEEE! I SWEAR IT'S KILLING ME!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-4199374214400306610?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4199374214400306610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4199374214400306610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/kill-me-now.html' title='KILL ME NOW'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1627690566115995682</id><published>2009-09-09T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:51:28.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dig This Shiate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="mpora_ogHJE1y0A" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="480" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.mpora.com/p/ogHJE1y0A"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.mpora.com/p/ogHJE1y0A" width="480" height="315" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOOOOP WHOOOOP! FEMALE SKATERS~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1627690566115995682?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1627690566115995682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1627690566115995682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dig-this-shiate.html' title='I Dig This Shiate!'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6714135321797221963</id><published>2009-09-09T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:02:18.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZHmsVRshwU&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZHmsVRshwU&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-6714135321797221963?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6714135321797221963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6714135321797221963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/friend-indeed.html' title='A Friend Indeed'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2783654350349271528</id><published>2009-09-09T00:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:16:03.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GreenBull Gives You Smiles On A Rainy Day~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqaKL1olKyI/AAAAAAAACCo/MoNVU1A3CKU/s1600-h/DSC06506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqaKL1olKyI/AAAAAAAACCo/MoNVU1A3CKU/s320/DSC06506.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379138740921117474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Shuuuuddup~ I know what you're thinking when you saw this photo! You must be thinking... 'Waalaooweiii, why this girl wanna step hippie-hippo siaaa?!' Right right rigggggggght?!??! Hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okaaaay dont mind me. I had a little too many cans of RedBull just now. For starters, I dont even drink RedBull or BlueBull or PurpleBull. But if it was GreenBull, I might reconsider (Y). ANYHOOO, today was my first time. Teeeheeee!! Like as if it's such a big deal huh!? Tsk.. who cares if I drank RedBull or NOT?! WHO TELL ME WHO!? Alrights Im going off topic! Anyways! I drank 4 cans. Heh heh heh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Oh and about the match against NTU, ): we lost ): BUT!!!!! That doesnt mean we suck OKAY! They were a really strong team AND we didnt have our FULL FORCE with us. Soooo I conclude, we couldve done better. This means more stick training and better footwork. Jyeah! Go TEAM Go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haiyaaaaa yknow what?! I got home so dam bloody late and I have to leave so dam bloody early tmr morning! Cause of whatttt? Track training. No Im not whining okaaaay!? It's just that.. I wanna sleep more! (: I love my bed (L) Love it so much! If my bed's name is Ryan, (and if it's pronounced RIIIII-YAAAN) I would marry it. Then we can have more little mattresses and name them Ryan, Ian, Chase. Yes I want baby boy mattresses. I mean... Baby boys. Yes. Okays! As you can see from the above convo, it is purely my retarded side. Not the ENTIRE MUA. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;So now what? Erm.. Lemme tell you what Im up to tmr okaaaay? Meeting Divya and Amanda at 9 at Causeway point. That means I have to wake up at 7.30am. Which means that I would only have less that 7 hours of sleep. (time check- 1am) Goshh! Kay me ish belly tiredxzxz siolzxzx! Tralalallaaaazxzx. Toodlezxzxz(:&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/1981723282755025852-2783654350349271528?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2783654350349271528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2783654350349271528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/greenbull-gives-you-smiles-on-rainy-day.html' title='GreenBull Gives You Smiles On A Rainy Day~'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqaKL1olKyI/AAAAAAAACCo/MoNVU1A3CKU/s72-c/DSC06506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-3995495004242409402</id><published>2009-09-08T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:01:54.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasteurized And Homogenized</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqXvDY-GFoI/AAAAAAAACCg/sCSO1rG89fg/s1600-h/tumblr_kpmk7yqLOR1qa26eeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378968171485468290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqXvDY-GFoI/AAAAAAAACCg/sCSO1rG89fg/s320/tumblr_kpmk7yqLOR1qa26eeo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hello Readers. I need new songs to add to my itunes cause me getting sick of me playlists. So I found these on youtube. I dont know what draws me to these weird songs but jyeah, definately not those I would listen to normally. BUT! I think they're awesome possom though most of them are old school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. She dont wanna man - Ashar Roth feat. Keri Hilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Across the World - Pitbull Feat BoB &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Bitter Heart - Zee Avi         (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Sugar Rush - Cash Cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. What Is Happening - Alphabeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Knock You Down - Keri Hilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Hopeless - KT Tunstall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Secret Admirer - Mocca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Shine - The Morning Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Here Comes The Sun - Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Razorblade Limeade - Evan Taubenfeld     (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Plays Pretty For Baby - Saosin    (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13. Come On Eileen - Save Ferris (HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14. Coin Operated Boy - The Dresden Dolls (Okay warning this is a really weird shitty song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15. A Million Ways To Be Cruel - Ok Go   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbdbVhBGETQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CLICK HERE PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16. An Honest Mistake - The Bravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;17. Our Song - Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;18. Audiocean SONGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. Saosin ENTIRE ALBUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;20. Paramore ENTIRE ALBUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay.. I gotta go prepare for my match alrdy (: Takecare all! And yeah, hope you like the songs. Teeeheee. Till whenever! Mwaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-3995495004242409402?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3995495004242409402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3995495004242409402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/pasteurized-and-homogenized.html' title='Pasteurized And Homogenized'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqXvDY-GFoI/AAAAAAAACCg/sCSO1rG89fg/s72-c/tumblr_kpmk7yqLOR1qa26eeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6928556189784350591</id><published>2009-09-07T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:40:22.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'You Breathe Oxygen Too? Gosh We Have So Much In Common.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqUVYpKBOEI/AAAAAAAACCY/TqIpAGT0jUI/s1600-h/DSC07162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqUVYpKBOEI/AAAAAAAACCY/TqIpAGT0jUI/s320/DSC07162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378728843072845890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif; "&gt;Hey All. I know my face there very berry ugly but live with it okaaaaay? Cause Ive lived with yours.. Waaaahahaha Im so mean. Heh! Anyways, as I said in my previous post.. I'll update tonight. So Here I am. Now. Quit. Whining. (Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Kaaaay Ive been going to Ikea many wany times with Divyashree d/o C Balakrishnan. God knows why we've been going there these few days. Hahaha. But yeah Ikea is always full of surprises. Anyways we went there for lunch today. Seriously, Go try ikea's lunch! It's really reaaaally good. I mean not only the food is different, the whole ambience of the place is overwhelming. I love it! Gonna eat there again soon, and maybe this time, I'll try to finish my food. Heeee(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAH I MISS MY FRIENDS! ALL OF THEM!! ): Im gonna list them all! In no particular order okaaay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;Piriyah Noreen Divya Amanda  Mariam Jannah Melody Ira Fudin Jamie Dom Malcom Shaun Haiqal ZullyWully Syamimz Hafir Bobby Aziz Amalul Izzat Kosol Willy ZullyMalto YanSanchez Sarah HilaryJane Raziz Ilyas Afiq Zayd Liangwei Habibah Gina Nabilah Tyra Sakinah Brittanie Shanti MrPedro MsChan DrValerie Yayat Ayie Nisa Huishan Nury Syahidah Joel Aiden QiuYun Shermaine WeeKiat ..... Im blanking out .... Kay and MANY MORE.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Oh Fyi I gotta sleep now cause Ive got a Fball match at NTU tmr at 7 plus. Anyone care to tell me how to get there??? Anyoneeeee? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-6928556189784350591?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6928556189784350591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6928556189784350591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-breathe-oxygen-too-gosh-we-have-so.html' title='&apos;You Breathe Oxygen Too? Gosh We Have So Much In Common.&apos;'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqUVYpKBOEI/AAAAAAAACCY/TqIpAGT0jUI/s72-c/DSC07162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2004520046861537846</id><published>2009-09-07T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:12:18.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotchaaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqR5UuugUWI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ooK30mts2SU/s1600-h/f2OmQc1cjqv5lkfsPgHzfEdho1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqR5UuugUWI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ooK30mts2SU/s320/f2OmQc1cjqv5lkfsPgHzfEdho1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378557252034646370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh oh this is really cute. And seriously, tilt ye screen back. You'll see what I mean. Anyhooo, Im going to Ikea with Shree today. Gotta have lunch there and yes, buy a pot for mummy. Hmm I promise okkaaay that I will update tonight. Jyeah. Promise *hooks finger with screen* (L) Takecare Muffins. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2004520046861537846?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2004520046861537846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2004520046861537846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/gotchaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Gotchaaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqR5UuugUWI/AAAAAAAACCQ/ooK30mts2SU/s72-c/f2OmQc1cjqv5lkfsPgHzfEdho1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1208866915429533088</id><published>2009-09-04T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T02:16:09.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes A New Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqAHZavvVAI/AAAAAAAACCI/qZ07wWIwds0/s1600-h/DSC07381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377306088338052098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqAHZavvVAI/AAAAAAAACCI/qZ07wWIwds0/s320/DSC07381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;August is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's over it's over it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Here's to September,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;May September be better..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Sometimes you have to run away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;so you can see who will run after you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes you have to talk quieter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;just to see who's actually listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes you have to take a step back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;just to see who's still standing by your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes you have to make a wrong decision, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;just to see who's there when it all falls down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes you have to let go of the one you love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;just to see if they love you enough to come back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1208866915429533088?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1208866915429533088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1208866915429533088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-comes-new-tomorrow.html' title='Here Comes A New Tomorrow'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SqAHZavvVAI/AAAAAAAACCI/qZ07wWIwds0/s72-c/DSC07381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2251468657477061913</id><published>2009-09-03T23:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:12:54.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp_vzF02nyI/AAAAAAAACBg/8jQxAW-AjQI/s1600-h/DSC07338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377280141119889186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp_vzF02nyI/AAAAAAAACBg/8jQxAW-AjQI/s320/DSC07338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt; Goodbye ma brothaa from anothaa mothaa, aka Jamie Ross Coates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gosh I'll miss the times we spent chasing each other, spanking asses and making fun of bubbletea aunties. Oh yes that memory will be kept! Land safely and dont be a father too soon aight? You know what I mean. Heh heh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377281938517005378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp_xbtpuFEI/AAAAAAAACBo/sKITIjFPOe4/s320/DSC07400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways, after sending Jamie off at the T3 on Wednesday, we headed on to Mariam's crib. We, as in Amanda Divya and I. Yeaaah we went there to chillax and catch up with her. Heee. Yes it was fun meeting ROHANA again. Hahaha. Sorry Mari! Oh oh after sleeping at her crib for awhile, we went to Ikea and Giant. Hahaha. Swear that I was making lots of noise. Heh heh heh! Okaaaaay so ikea was waaaay fun! Oh thankyou Mari for inviting us. So after that, went back to Sports Schoool for training. Jyeah training. Heeeee. We had gym, Great! Now my muscles are arching more than ever. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377281943694450146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp_xcA8HneI/AAAAAAAACBw/k5HrVyr2tZY/s320/DSC07450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wheeeee. Know what I did todaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay? I went to Marina Barrage. Ho ho ho! To fly kitey! Heeeeeeee. Oh oh at first we couldnt get our kite up and flying. Super demoralising, really! Cause there were a few kites up in the sky and they were so prettyayee, then I look on the grass and there the kite was, just laying there. Hahahah. So after A FEW trys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377286150305230482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp_1Q3ySLpI/AAAAAAAACCA/7G2CqOUorGc/s320/DSC07440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We made it fly up to the sky! Look! It's above the buildings. Cheychey! Heh!! All thanks to the Magnificient Kite-Flyer Divya, Assistant Amanda and Supporter Kayla Kemoly (: Jyeah! Ayeee without me, we wouldve went home and threw that stupid kite away okaaaay? Nolaaa Just kidding :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377286143618403122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp_1Qe4BSzI/AAAAAAAACB4/WnVmiwjfNlo/s320/DSC07464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; Night with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;fooool&lt;/span&gt; perple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Geeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thanks girls.&lt;/span&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/1981723282755025852-2251468657477061913?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2251468657477061913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2251468657477061913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/fly-away.html' title='Fly Away'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp_vzF02nyI/AAAAAAAACBg/8jQxAW-AjQI/s72-c/DSC07338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4722613094750853304</id><published>2009-09-02T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:20:01.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like A Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp5-KWdDbMI/AAAAAAAACBY/1-mIyFkAILo/s1600-h/AZN7wsuV4qpo5593yJXCrOieo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376873721418181826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp5-KWdDbMI/AAAAAAAACBY/1-mIyFkAILo/s320/AZN7wsuV4qpo5593yJXCrOieo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And she finally gave up. She dropped the fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek, she whispered to herself “I can’t do this anymore”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;They say that time can only help you or destroy you. I, on the other hand have been have experienced both the sides on the coin of time. “Time heals all wounds”, which is sometimes true. Whenever I am completely frustrated or discouraged beyond belief, I know with a little time and space everything will be okay again. Time makes you older, because it has to. It makes you wiser too. However time also changes people and it is not always for the better. The only thing I can do now is leave you alone. I’ll be leaving soon and it will only be a matter of time before you move on and forget all about me):  I would like to thank you for all the memories we shared, both bitter and sweet. Yes no matter what, I'll always here for you, just like you'll be there for me. I know things between us didnt work out as I thought it would, I sincerely hope you and her would sort things out quickly. Love is hard to find, and when you found someone who truely loves you for who you are, hold on to him/her. Cause you'll never know when another one will show.&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/1981723282755025852-4722613094750853304?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4722613094750853304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4722613094750853304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-like-tattoo.html' title='Just Like A Tattoo'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sp5-KWdDbMI/AAAAAAAACBY/1-mIyFkAILo/s72-c/AZN7wsuV4qpo5593yJXCrOieo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6936776905363314412</id><published>2009-08-31T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:41:47.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Typist, Audiocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375797760428767890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpqrlLayepI/AAAAAAAACBQ/o-X-OF0Cc-g/s320/PyJllCOBgqv3tcleMrSGxfudo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"You know I'd fall for you,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know you want me to,... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I just cannot hide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-6936776905363314412?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6936776905363314412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6936776905363314412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/typist-audiocean.html' title='The Typist, Audiocean'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpqrlLayepI/AAAAAAAACBQ/o-X-OF0Cc-g/s72-c/PyJllCOBgqv3tcleMrSGxfudo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2973593125556362485</id><published>2009-08-31T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:19:34.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpqmIn8ew1I/AAAAAAAACBI/hhBo48ze1Zo/s1600-h/tumblr_kodggvS6d31qzvw1ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375791772311929682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpqmIn8ew1I/AAAAAAAACBI/hhBo48ze1Zo/s320/tumblr_kodggvS6d31qzvw1ko1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;" The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip, not cry and smile saying, “No, I’m happy for you ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;That’s when it’s really sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2973593125556362485?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2973593125556362485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2973593125556362485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-within.html' title='Lost Within'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpqmIn8ew1I/AAAAAAAACBI/hhBo48ze1Zo/s72-c/tumblr_kodggvS6d31qzvw1ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-5047479275273840401</id><published>2009-08-30T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:16:23.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Curtis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2T_obaO46Bo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2T_obaO46Bo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;" Bacon is good for me!" - from an episode of the show ‘Wife Swap’ on ABC.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You should never come between a chubby kid and his bacon.&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/1981723282755025852-5047479275273840401?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5047479275273840401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5047479275273840401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/king-cultis.html' title='King Curtis'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7801589543507562541</id><published>2009-08-28T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T00:26:17.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teachers Day In Advance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Spf5jKTPoOI/AAAAAAAACAo/J-9Vca0i4pE/s1600-h/DSC07128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375039062745784546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Spf5jKTPoOI/AAAAAAAACAo/J-9Vca0i4pE/s320/DSC07128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okaaaaay so hello there readers. I know I havent been blogging much about my life these few days. Heee. Oh fyi; my exams are overrrr (: Hiphiphurraaaaay! Like finally, the time has come for me to go shopping, have late nights with friends and relax my ass off. Hahaha. You can say that Ive been awaiting this moment every since school started. Heeeee; well what can I say? 'Once a slacker, Always a slacker.' Hahahah. Oh but wait! I can proudly say that I really did work hard for my exams yknow? First time in my life. I think I worked harder for these exams as compared to my Os. Hohoho. No wonder my results of Os are like that.. Anyhoo, I really really hope I dont have otake the sub paper. Seriously if I have to, Man.. my holidays will be shortened ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Aight so skip that, I aint gonna think about failing. Lets be waaaaay positive and think about passing with beautiful colours. Yuuup! So ever since exams are OVER, life for me has been pretty sweet. Heeee. With holidays around, I can meet up with my beautifoooool friends anytime, anywhere; provided my mother is in a good mood uh. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So lets see, I went to school on thursday. Met Zul, Hafir, Mimz, Kosol, Willy, Yan, ZullyMalto, Andrew Bobbylepussykum, and Jane(: (Y) Jyeah. We were supposed head to Mimzy's house, where there is a skatepark cause we wanted to skate! However, god started to cry. So heavy rain till I dont know when! Haha. End up, we went to the library to chill. After that, we headed to amphitheatre area to skate. Hahaha. Zully Malto and Willy showed us some maddog skills. It was waaaaay cool, I swear (Y). Anyhoo, time passed and we, the pack of hungry bangala(s) were hungry. Took us QUITE awhile to choose a place. Finally, we ended up in TampOne's Macds. Oh oh at Macd's, there was 2 amusing things that happened. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amusing Shitzxzx #1 : There was this girl who wore a skirt. And she sits with her legs wide open as if she is welcoming customers to buy teh tarik from her shop or something. Well, imagine that. Gosh, mother never teach her how to sit ah! But waaaay funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;^.^ ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Amusing Shitzxzx #2 : HAHHAHA. Kaaaay. Yknow how sometimes you push the door instead of pull, EVEN when it is clearly stated on the door panal to PULL. Hahaha. Yesh highly entertaining seeing all the ninkenpoops trying to do so. You should try it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;:} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Friday was wonderful. Shall update again tmr about Friday wokay? Btw, Happy Staff Day to all the teachers in Singapore Sports School. (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-7801589543507562541?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7801589543507562541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7801589543507562541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-teachers-day-in-advance.html' title='Happy Teachers Day In Advance'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Spf5jKTPoOI/AAAAAAAACAo/J-9Vca0i4pE/s72-c/DSC07128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6833229552837176671</id><published>2009-08-28T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:43:11.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Aint It True?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I say: "It’s called falling in love for a reason – because, inevitably, you crashed at the bottom." &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/1981723282755025852-6833229552837176671?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6833229552837176671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6833229552837176671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-aint-it-true.html' title='Why Aint It True?'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6819514487599544094</id><published>2009-08-28T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:22:17.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Interpretation Number #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Situation: For me to know and you to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never find out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The very first time, was because I was innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The second time, I was naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The third time, was just plain stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Interpretation Number #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Situation: Same ol' same ol' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Y)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The first time, is definately accidental &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The second time, maybe things were inevitable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And the third time, coincidence or fated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;You decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-6819514487599544094?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6819514487599544094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6819514487599544094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/reality-tv.html' title='Reality Tv'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2680144508396181384</id><published>2009-08-27T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:39:15.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OverFlow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them"&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/1981723282755025852-2680144508396181384?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2680144508396181384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2680144508396181384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/overflow.html' title='OverFlow'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1996099179280386749</id><published>2009-08-26T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T02:26:52.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is Like Thin Ice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpV9h8SgxZI/AAAAAAAACAg/1I8Udt6d1w0/s1600-h/8STJWu9iQokl5lbeuaR3294Ko1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374339752409482642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpV9h8SgxZI/AAAAAAAACAg/1I8Udt6d1w0/s320/8STJWu9iQokl5lbeuaR3294Ko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read back all the messages I received since I dont know when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were countless that made me laugh so hard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and unsurprisingly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ones that made me smile throughout the night were all from &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the same person.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know about you but I definately treasured you alot alot alottttt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I guess things are so different now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we arent even talking much no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im not even sure if youre still the same person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh anyways, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im going to skate tmr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*insert smiley face* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1996099179280386749?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1996099179280386749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1996099179280386749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/happiness-is-like-thin-ice.html' title='Happiness Is Like Thin Ice.'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpV9h8SgxZI/AAAAAAAACAg/1I8Udt6d1w0/s72-c/8STJWu9iQokl5lbeuaR3294Ko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6061434539404122414</id><published>2009-08-25T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:52:45.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muddafker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpQIJyhovbI/AAAAAAAACAY/hd_uLDKTZDs/s1600-h/19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373929219634544050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpQIJyhovbI/AAAAAAAACAY/hd_uLDKTZDs/s320/19.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Hell Yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-6061434539404122414?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6061434539404122414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6061434539404122414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/muddafker.html' title='muddafker'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SpQIJyhovbI/AAAAAAAACAY/hd_uLDKTZDs/s72-c/19.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7899894775741146887</id><published>2009-08-25T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:47:22.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams Paxams Naxams. Sheeesh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCOPNuuGeKA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UCOPNuuGeKA&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;One down, Two to go.&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/1981723282755025852-7899894775741146887?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7899894775741146887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7899894775741146887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/exams-paxams-naxams-sheeesh.html' title='Exams Paxams Naxams. Sheeesh!'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2307631579302326796</id><published>2009-08-22T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:09:10.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty As A Milk Bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So_DNDoa8uI/AAAAAAAACAI/p4rqEPcCKy4/s1600-h/0002zrgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372727509556851426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 503px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So_DNDoa8uI/AAAAAAAACAI/p4rqEPcCKy4/s320/0002zrgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;is a one way road;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;with two routes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2307631579302326796?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2307631579302326796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2307631579302326796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/empty-as-milk-bottle.html' title='Empty As A Milk Bottle'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So_DNDoa8uI/AAAAAAAACAI/p4rqEPcCKy4/s72-c/0002zrgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2238128176080571663</id><published>2009-08-22T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:09:52.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyce And The Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFpNBbSiXv0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFpNBbSiXv0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;am proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2238128176080571663?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2238128176080571663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2238128176080571663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/joyce-and-boys.html' title='Joyce And The Boys'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-66445325915475352</id><published>2009-08-21T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:58:44.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Myself Along The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So4103UDSzI/AAAAAAAACAA/gCm19fwUCpQ/s1600-h/DSC07096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372290587817102130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So4103UDSzI/AAAAAAAACAA/gCm19fwUCpQ/s320/DSC07096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I miss ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;You ___ know how ___ to be ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Maybe these __ arent ___ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Im __ we will ___ if __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Imagine what will __ knowing __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I wish __ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Now ____ and do this for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i558PnQhFa4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing Me A Sweet Lullaby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-66445325915475352?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/66445325915475352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/66445325915475352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/losing-myself-along-way.html' title='Losing Myself Along The Way'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So4103UDSzI/AAAAAAAACAA/gCm19fwUCpQ/s72-c/DSC07096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4983250193846920943</id><published>2009-08-21T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:11:29.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me About It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So4sUy2ZIyI/AAAAAAAAB_4/0yaHf_Slk3s/s1600-h/5812_114332313639_566118639_2272726_4396818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372280141258498850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So4sUy2ZIyI/AAAAAAAAB_4/0yaHf_Slk3s/s320/5812_114332313639_566118639_2272726_4396818_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; am studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-4983250193846920943?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4983250193846920943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4983250193846920943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/tell-me-about-it.html' title='Tell Me About It'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So4sUy2ZIyI/AAAAAAAAB_4/0yaHf_Slk3s/s72-c/5812_114332313639_566118639_2272726_4396818_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6868011028346353071</id><published>2009-08-21T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:44:10.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What what whaaaat~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So14o_ZgIZI/AAAAAAAAB_w/4SU9ON-KXSc/s1600-h/tumblr_kojkqv71fz1qzzkeeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372082576131367314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So14o_ZgIZI/AAAAAAAAB_w/4SU9ON-KXSc/s320/tumblr_kojkqv71fz1qzzkeeo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;am confused.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-6868011028346353071?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6868011028346353071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6868011028346353071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-what-whaaaat.html' title='What what whaaaat~'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/So14o_ZgIZI/AAAAAAAAB_w/4SU9ON-KXSc/s72-c/tumblr_kojkqv71fz1qzzkeeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-5223603764387036269</id><published>2009-08-20T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T01:49:01.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sow6gHeQfjI/AAAAAAAAB_o/cWO_tP-niPg/s1600-h/Z7s32p3dUoqratrzifX0hFY6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371732778982342194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sow6gHeQfjI/AAAAAAAAB_o/cWO_tP-niPg/s320/Z7s32p3dUoqratrzifX0hFY6o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mind is elsewhere &lt;div align="center"&gt;Escaping into it’s own world of thoughts and ideas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over the years, this area of the brain has become my hiding place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A place where even the most brutal reality has no power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Did I ever mentioned I aspire to be an origami pro..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Folding a green elephant with my eyes shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like cool only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-5223603764387036269?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5223603764387036269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5223603764387036269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-me-away.html' title='Take Me Away'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sow6gHeQfjI/AAAAAAAAB_o/cWO_tP-niPg/s72-c/Z7s32p3dUoqratrzifX0hFY6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1672187205222538182</id><published>2009-08-17T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:45:15.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benny &amp; Zoe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961688714184146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sol9MwYKhdI/AAAAAAAAB_I/qKnbIXQNi3Y/s320/IMG_2346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hi Cupcakes. Lemme introduce you to my long-time godbruddarr from primany school. Jyeah. He's name is Benjamin Daud Rowe. And his ol' so adorable lil sister's name is Zoe Rowe Tien Le. Awesome Possum or whuuut? I swear his sister has the cutest lil nose everrrr. Just look at it! ^^V Teeny weeny nose or whuuuuut! Heeeee. Anyways, I told him that I would blog about him and his sister today. But after so long, I still cant think of what to type. So this is what he told me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;(enlarge for better view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370967381440929938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SomCYHb_IJI/AAAAAAAAB_g/WA1H1QFRCfE/s320/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA (: So Ben aka Hotstuff, when we wanna go out?&lt;br /&gt;Next week set?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961680927454274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sol9MTXqdEI/AAAAAAAAB_A/EAwC4RjIhf0/s320/IMG_2297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Just look at her! Adorable like bubble like marble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;like neeble like SWEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961697223316258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sol9NQE5kyI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/EomP_X0y0BY/s320/IMG_2383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ben, your hair's long man! I just realised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyways, I would like to meet ye sister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can can can can can can can can can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;can can can can can can can can Can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370961707287023010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sol9N1kRjaI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/oAuXaumlDnY/s320/IMG_2474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Im loving this photo! Got side view of her sweet lil nose! Hahahaha. Ben your nose why different from ye sister's? Hahaha. Your's like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;besar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;abit. Hahahahah! Just Kidding! (: Oh good luck for ye interview! And see ya soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Nights now !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1672187205222538182?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1672187205222538182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1672187205222538182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/benny-zoe.html' title='Benny &amp; Zoe!'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sol9MwYKhdI/AAAAAAAAB_I/qKnbIXQNi3Y/s72-c/IMG_2346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4371311840287306427</id><published>2009-08-15T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:19:39.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fakie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoWWyqW0RZI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ZU9ThmxL6_w/s1600-h/Xu5g0iIyhq1tymm9NxVmLaMMo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369863927816799634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoWWyqW0RZI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ZU9ThmxL6_w/s320/Xu5g0iIyhq1tymm9NxVmLaMMo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Though words were left unspoken, I know things between us have change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Heeee. I watched Orphan with The Awesome Possom people today! Lemme name them all, Amalul, Sarah, Ridzwan, Faiz, Faris, Bobby, Syamim and Izzabella (Izzat &amp;amp; Nabilah) Hahahahhaa! Thank guys for the wonderful screaming experience (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Check This Outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5850589&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5850589&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-4371311840287306427?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4371311840287306427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4371311840287306427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/fakie.html' title='Fakie'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoWWyqW0RZI/AAAAAAAAB-4/ZU9ThmxL6_w/s72-c/Xu5g0iIyhq1tymm9NxVmLaMMo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1879811660359101078</id><published>2009-08-13T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:55:37.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayangkuuuuuuu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoQ2Aua588I/AAAAAAAAB-w/5lino8CqTs4/s1600-h/2w9XXXqFFqhd6v4uv1zslAGqo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369476041821254594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoQ2Aua588I/AAAAAAAAB-w/5lino8CqTs4/s320/2w9XXXqFFqhd6v4uv1zslAGqo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you're like driving on a Sunday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you're like taking off on Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you're like a dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A dream come true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;was just a face you never noticed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm just trying to be honest with myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;With the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You might think that I'm a fool for falling over you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So tell me what can I do to prove to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;That its not so hard to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Give love a try one more time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cause you know that I'm on your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Give love a try, one more time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1879811660359101078?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1879811660359101078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1879811660359101078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/sayangkuuuuuuu.html' title='Sayangkuuuuuuu'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoQ2Aua588I/AAAAAAAAB-w/5lino8CqTs4/s72-c/2w9XXXqFFqhd6v4uv1zslAGqo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4632211471935530448</id><published>2009-08-13T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:40:15.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoQtJSfoGuI/AAAAAAAAB-o/fwyMOQ7-eYA/s1600-h/6295_135984097512_533547512_2844430_7152067_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369466293339036386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoQtJSfoGuI/AAAAAAAAB-o/fwyMOQ7-eYA/s320/6295_135984097512_533547512_2844430_7152067_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Olaaa people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Actually Im feeling berry lazyzx to update my bloggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Fast game ahhh. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways school starts at 9 tomorrow. O.m.g. Gotta wake up so goddam bloody early please. Plus plus plus, I have to tahan standing in the bus with all the other students and adults rushing to wherever they have to be. -.-'' Kaaay I mustn't whine cause I aint the only one. Buuuuuuut still.. (: Hahaha. Rush Hour Mornings just arent my kinda thang jyeah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exams are coming a week after next week. Goshhh, I just realised how much I not know about Circuit Analysis. Nabuwei laaa, need to mug like taik. Imma bet my last dollar that I'll fail Circuit Analysis, jyeah no doubt about it. Buuuut I wont fail without a fight. So may the force be with me and my brain when Im face to face with my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Greatest Enemy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Okay laaa I is berry tired alrdyxz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Peaces Pototo Wedges.&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/1981723282755025852-4632211471935530448?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4632211471935530448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4632211471935530448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/rush-hour.html' title='Rush Hour'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoQtJSfoGuI/AAAAAAAAB-o/fwyMOQ7-eYA/s72-c/6295_135984097512_533547512_2844430_7152067_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-669048553188119215</id><published>2009-08-11T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:40:20.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoGJuu1OIiI/AAAAAAAAB-g/s-hxDkpPkAs/s1600-h/6380_126854177168_683382168_2335049_2903700_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368723666740584994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoGJuu1OIiI/AAAAAAAAB-g/s-hxDkpPkAs/s320/6380_126854177168_683382168_2335049_2903700_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Im sticking with you cause Im made out of glue. And anything that you might do, Im gonna do too. I'll do anything for you, anything you want me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you really want me to, I might(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Awwwwh so sweet please. Heeeeee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Today is Tuesday. Exams are coming in like 2 weeks. Mugging I will. Wish me luck okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I didnt study much today. *Bluek* I played soccer. Heeeee (: K thats all. Nights lovelies.&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/1981723282755025852-669048553188119215?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/669048553188119215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/669048553188119215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-sticking-with-you-cause-im-made-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoGJuu1OIiI/AAAAAAAAB-g/s-hxDkpPkAs/s72-c/6380_126854177168_683382168_2335049_2903700_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-981549921216323260</id><published>2009-08-10T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:39:28.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Me With Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoA-QysY_zI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/rx6G_wujunQ/s1600-h/Z7s32p3dUqrexvksuM77CN9jo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368359214032420658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoA-QysY_zI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/rx6G_wujunQ/s320/Z7s32p3dUqrexvksuM77CN9jo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I LOVE STRAWBERRY TARTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I LOVE STRAWBERRY TARTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS STRAWBERRY TARTS &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/1981723282755025852-981549921216323260?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/981549921216323260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/981549921216323260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/strawberry-me-with-everything.html' title='Strawberry Me With Everything'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SoA-QysY_zI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/rx6G_wujunQ/s72-c/Z7s32p3dUqrexvksuM77CN9jo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-722605046056119190</id><published>2009-08-10T03:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:14:28.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOfKAPGfd6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IOfKAPGfd6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnUOJonRcCw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnUOJonRcCw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ben, the two of us need look no more&lt;br /&gt;We both found what we were looking for&lt;br /&gt;With a friend to call my own&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;And you, my friend, will see&lt;br /&gt;You've got a friend in me &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/1981723282755025852-722605046056119190?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/722605046056119190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/722605046056119190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/touch-my-heart.html' title='Touch My Heart'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2967375275903271875</id><published>2009-08-09T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:15:49.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 44th Birthday Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn8JfMyjAKI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/VBRTf8eZiA4/s1600-h/DSC05311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368019712462749858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn8JfMyjAKI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/VBRTf8eZiA4/s320/DSC05311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn8JTVlWFxI/AAAAAAAAB-I/b9lRvqQR77c/s1600-h/DSC05311.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marina Barrage is brilliant! Thats how I spent my National Day. Alrights lets start from the beginning of my awesome possum day(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;10:00am; I was up and awake doing my revision for Engine Math and Circuit Analysis. Breakfast was 2 nutella bread and a cup of ice cold 100 plus. Hahaha. 100 plus in the morning? Jyeah I suppose. Anyways I studied till .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663366;"&gt;2:00pm; ... Yeah long hours of studying heh? Hahaha. Im glad I did so. At least I work hard before I party. I wanted to head down to the museum to watch Smoovie perform, but then had a change of plans. Awwwh sorry dude(: I owe you one.. Heeee. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;4:40pm; Gave Amanda and Shree a text soon after to meet at Cityhall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;6:15pm; Met Shree beforehand and then headed down to Cityhall. The place was super packed with red-shirted people. I didnt know that there were SO MANY patriotic Singaporeans around. Nyeahahha! Anyways waited for Amanda cause she said she was gonna be late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7:00pm; Took the train to Raffles Place cause Shree said that the chartered bus will be there. Hahaha. Funny thing was, the chartered bus wasnt there. It was at Marina Bay instead -_-'' If we didnt approached the policeman, I think we'll never know. Hahahaha! So silly us took the train yet again and headed down to Marina Bay. This time, we got the right stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;7:25pm; Heeee. As usual, the kiasu Singaporeans will already be waiting at the chartered bus queue. However, they were at the wrong queue, and Silly us waited along with them. Hahaha. Wth right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;7:40pm; So after awhile, We decided to walk to Marina Barrage. Hahahah! Yes walk! My oh my, I think we walked around a distance of 5km. No kidding, it was very far away!! Halfway while walking, we saw the fireworks. A magnificient scene I must say. Those who were able to capture the photos, Brovo! Hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;8:30pm; We arrived at Marina Barrage! Whoop whoop! Had ice cream yo! Hahaha. Shiok shiok. So we walked all the way up the the prettiest top and took beautifoool pictures. Heee. Photos will be up at facebuku facebuku wokay!! Heeee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;9:30pm; Headed back by the bus. Hahaha. We thought the last bus was at 9pm according to Shree, but surprisingly, 9:30pm still got bus! Whoooo! No need to walk back. I swear I would have crashed and burn if I had to walk all the way back again. Gaaaah. The thought of it just gives me blisters on my ankle. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;9:45pm; Took the train back to Cityhall, and ate supper at Toastbox. Hahaha. Talk talk talk laugh laugh laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wheee. I had a fun fun day girls. Thankyou for ye company (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2967375275903271875?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2967375275903271875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2967375275903271875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-44th-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy 44th Birthday Singapore'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn8JfMyjAKI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/VBRTf8eZiA4/s72-c/DSC05311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2518590569045650714</id><published>2009-08-07T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:09:55.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367639448936622226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn2vo8w9qJI/AAAAAAAAB9o/M9LqC4oWXAc/s320/5812_101751346298_599581298_2304103_1221323_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dear Shree, thankyou for listening to me and making me feel better. I really really appreciate it (: You always know what to say huh? Hahaha. I'll call you soon to go on study dates aight? I really need to study. Heh! You know I knoww.. Heeee. Anyways! I'll see ya around babe! :D Mwaaah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367639438396902930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn2voVgGThI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/80KImqRzIA0/s320/6380_126044157168_683382168_2323432_3206424_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Sarah, lunch date with ye at Macd was fantastic. Haha. And whenever you need someone to listen, you know Im here aight? Hahaha. Oh oh btw, YOUR BBQ WAS AWESOME !!! A'aah siollll. Hahahaha. Aiyoyoyo, we should stop saying that.. HEH!! (: Love love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367873084125175010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn6EITqpXOI/AAAAAAAAB-A/tcGG1qrGGx4/s320/6371_102491651965_663026965_2193826_8351418_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dear Syamim Ajmal, Thankyou for taking time to listen to me and my nonsense (: Hahaha. I'll always remember you and ye c____ lines. Hahaha!! You know I know! Heh! Anyways Im very thankful for you always being there for me jyeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367639433060351890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn2voBnw_5I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/oU2Q4XnuyM4/s320/n747567845_1594431_9994.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dear Smoovie Ayie, thankyou thankyou thankyou for the Cadbury song thingy! Hahaha. I loveeeeeee it! :D And and the other song you send me, it's nice! Anyways I might come see ye Silat Thingy later(: So cya later if I do!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367639449948761906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn2vpAiRrzI/AAAAAAAAB9w/n_LJlUFQORE/s320/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Dear Bobby, Hahaha. You make me laugh. Hahahaha (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2518590569045650714?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2518590569045650714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2518590569045650714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sn2vo8w9qJI/AAAAAAAAB9o/M9LqC4oWXAc/s72-c/5812_101751346298_599581298_2304103_1221323_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1077978530595325184</id><published>2009-08-06T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:21:03.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby keep my heart beat beat beating, He's the soul reason I keep believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Snrvm6KvKQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/X8TqIHSkCcE/s1600-h/DSC07073.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366865357693724930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Snrvm6KvKQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/X8TqIHSkCcE/s320/DSC07073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mood : In melodious rhapsody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Random thoughts : I've got a strange liking for the Cadbury Ad song -wriggles eyebrows vigorously-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hahaha. My schedule has been waaaaay hectic lately. And soon it'll get worse cause exams are in 2 weeks time. *Screamssss* Luckily trainings will be suspended so I can concentrate more on my dam studies. Seriously, I really needa buck up. Anyone wanna study with me? Hahaha. At my void deck? Or at the empty Macd near my house? Hahahaha. K whaaatever it is, I really need to prove to those who look down on me, that I can do it! That I can cope with Both Fball and Track, and still do relatively well for my subjects. Curse you baboons who dont think I can make it. I'll show you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Aiyayayaya! Okay I shouldnt think of those baboons. Make me angry only, worse.. make me sad. Gaaaah! Positive thinking girl. Prove them wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyhoooo, Sorry for not updating much aight? Yeah so lets start. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So Monday I had school and training as usual. Did 10sets of 120m for Track.. Yes you arent seeing things. Thats TEN, 10 dam sets of 120m. Trust me, by the time I finish, I was glad to be alive. Ooooh thats when I got my ultra large blister too. ): All cause I had to wear my friend's spike shoes, and her shoes gave me blisters. ): Coach wasnt abit sympathetic towards my situation, well that's how I felt after she told me sternly to just put on a plaster and continue with the workout. Gaaah I swear I wanted to choke-slam her if I could. *Evil Laugh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Tuesday Tuesday had school and training again. Hahaha. Dont act all surprised. See, that's my hectic schedule. Everytime got school.. Hahahaha! No no no I mean, Everytime got training. Teeheee. Kay so Fball training was Alrights. Ran fregging 5 rounds for warm-up under the scorching sun with my blistered ankle! It was okays uh. Hahaha. Was told that Saturday there's a game against SIM. Crappers. Im scared lar dey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Wednesday Wednesday Wednesday had school at 9 please?!! Gosh, had to wake up waaaay early. Plus I had a late night. Grrr. I had my Engine Math Quiz and Circuit Analysis Lab Test. I think I almost fell asleep during the first period. Hahahaha. Ohhwell what can i say? Im sleepy whattt. Anyways for Track Training, we did slopes. Ohhhmannn, Im afraid of slopes right now. Hahahaha. Actually it wasnt THAT bad luhh. Heeeee. My legs were already wobbling even before I did the slopes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;Thursday IS OFFICIALLY the only day I have no training. (: I AM GLAD. Hahahah. Whooop whooop for a day of rest. Hahahha. But sad thing is I have class till 6 today. Gosh! I fell asleep in lecture. Teeheeeheeee. Then my idiotic friend kicked my chair.. _l_ I got a shock uh.. that's why. Hahahaha. Oh Oh I had chocolate prata for lunch! Wheeeee! (: While having lunch, Ajiz spotted a nenek riding a motorbike. Funny thing was when she made a turn, she wasnt looking up ahead. Instead, she was looking back. We were so dam afraid that THINGS were gonna happen to her. Luckily she turned back in time and drove off, safely. Hahahahha! During lab today, my Singing partner wasnt with my ): Booohoohooo. No singing with Zayd. Hope he gets well soon!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrights that's all for the few days that I went missing from cyberworld. Hahaha. I gotta go sleep soooooooon. Ive got Digital Fundamentals' Lab test tmrrrrr (: Heeee! Excited or whaaaaaaaaat! Nights sweets!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1077978530595325184?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1077978530595325184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1077978530595325184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-keep-my-heart-beat-beat-beating.html' title='Baby keep my heart beat beat beating, He&apos;s the soul reason I keep believing'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Snrvm6KvKQI/AAAAAAAAB9I/X8TqIHSkCcE/s72-c/DSC07073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-231250263743631304</id><published>2009-08-04T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:18:22.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentos Fentos Babyyy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SncNn4dFNjI/AAAAAAAAB9A/kRh2bYNKMnA/s1600-h/DSC06960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365772459855656498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SncNn4dFNjI/AAAAAAAAB9A/kRh2bYNKMnA/s320/DSC06960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love my Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-231250263743631304?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/231250263743631304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/231250263743631304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/sentos-fentos-babyyy.html' title='Sentos Fentos Babyyy'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SncNn4dFNjI/AAAAAAAAB9A/kRh2bYNKMnA/s72-c/DSC06960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-3833586222824425261</id><published>2009-08-01T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:49:05.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky Is Full Of Dreams, But You Dont Know How To Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnRjn4pXFEI/AAAAAAAAB84/-CV703Phmko/s1600-h/freedomwriters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365022592977015874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnRjn4pXFEI/AAAAAAAAB84/-CV703Phmko/s320/freedomwriters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Freedom Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;was on HBO just now, and I feel that this is by far the best kind of reality-check/awakening-of-senses show Ive ever watched! Personally, I love love love it! Hahaha. I can watch it a gazillion times and not get sick of it. Okaaay maybe not a gazillion times but jyeah you know what I mean righttt(: Teeheee. Oh yes I do enjoy every second of the goddam show. You should watch it too ya ya ya?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyhoo, Fball training today was alrights(: Hahaha. I bought my skateboard to school today! Wanted to skate at bishan's new skate park after training, but the feeling feeling just wasnt there. Plus I ended pretty late. So instead of going to skate, I had dinner with team mates at KFC (: Oh I was in school very early, like around 11.50am when training was at 2. Why? Cause the guys were having a match against their alumni. Hahaha. Ogawa (captain) , wanted us to gain more experience by watching them play, so jyeah. Heee. So while watching the game, I was having The-Greatest-Chocolate-Cake-Ever baked by Aunty Carlyn, Maria's Mum. Ohh the chocolate cake has 2 layers! I think I ate almost 1 layer. Hahahhaa. No Im kidding. But yesss you can say I ate relatively much. Mhmmm! Hahaha. I swear, I love the cake. Thankyou Maria's Mum! We (team) Love youuuu &amp;amp; ye wonderful baked cake. (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Hmm, I was wondering.. They say if you see only one star in the clear dark sky, you can make a wish. But before you do, you need to say/sing this verse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Star light Star bright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only star I see tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I may, I wish I might&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have this wish I wish tonight'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But maybe it was a satelite that I wished upon yesterday. Hahaha. Nothing is coming out from the wish I made, nothing. Or maybe wishes on a star just don't come true.. ? Hmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay Imma share something I wrote on 'My Book Of Thoughts And Random Original Songs'. Hahahaha yes I do have a book like that. Wanna see? I show you next time (: Kay so its a song I wrote. There really isnt a tune to it, but yeah just words. Hahaha. I tend to always start to write from the chorus cause its wayy wayyy easier that the verses. Hahaha. So Here goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You and Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Just how can I move on w/o you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh baby, yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Why don't we just hold on strong as long as can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Wo ai ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Forever just you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before this song, I had...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BE MINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it goes something like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;What Im feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I just cant describe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My heart is bursting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you're by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I think of you every second every minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know I'm always here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh darling, I mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ive always pictured you - only you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I wish that I could say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Will you Be Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohhwell what can I say? Sometimes I get so bored that I do these kind of things. Yeah. *yawn* Gosh Im tired now (: Shall sleep soon. Teeeeheeee! The long awaited day is here! Sentosa! Here I come! Ohh man I cant wait to meet my sweet chumps! Nights All. xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-3833586222824425261?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3833586222824425261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3833586222824425261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/sky-is-full-of-dreams-but-you-dont-know.html' title='The Sky Is Full Of Dreams, But You Dont Know How To Fly'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnRjn4pXFEI/AAAAAAAAB84/-CV703Phmko/s72-c/freedomwriters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6701307635022412041</id><published>2009-08-01T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:39:17.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Needed Was A Call That Never Came.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnMrasMY-fI/AAAAAAAAB8o/E8ErXamer34/s1600-h/D1P13js9qppzdydzdr05TRgUo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364679318668114418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnMrasMY-fI/AAAAAAAAB8o/E8ErXamer34/s320/D1P13js9qppzdydzdr05TRgUo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;You’re a great friend and I can see that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hmm, maybe time is all we need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am determined to figure this out.&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/1981723282755025852-6701307635022412041?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6701307635022412041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6701307635022412041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-needed-was-call-that-never-came.html' title='All I Needed Was A Call That Never Came.'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnMrasMY-fI/AAAAAAAAB8o/E8ErXamer34/s72-c/D1P13js9qppzdydzdr05TRgUo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7725838472462627918</id><published>2009-08-01T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T01:34:29.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh Snap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364660870693889906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnMao4Ilp3I/AAAAAAAAB8g/hd_tOKeiDL4/s320/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364660866412265106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnMaooLxPpI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/vYS2e8hH6YQ/s320/Capture2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364660864023896898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnMaofSVo0I/AAAAAAAAB8Q/K7amt82Ecfg/s320/Capture7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364660856344289250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnMaoCrYH-I/AAAAAAAAB8I/DN_THUNL0t4/s320/Capture8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364660849733579858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnManqDQtFI/AAAAAAAAB8A/6XJm4f3Evqo/s320/Capture9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Print Screen With T.Piriyah (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahaha. Anyways, I skipped training today (: Ive been very ill-disciplined. Really. I skipped training twice alrdy, and I know I'll do it again if I dont control myself. Hahaha, I sound like a wild animal. Heee here's what coach said to me, 'I know you aaah, I see your face already I know that you can be very wild and playful. Poly life, this is what you get, but just dont go overboard.' Hahahaha. Even by the looks of my face, she knows Im playful -_-' Wth. Ohhwell, what can I say? Its my nature. Hurhur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kaay lets keep that aside. So I went to have dinner with Piriyah and Amanda at Causeway today. Hahaha. Yeah skipped training to have dinner with my lovelies, Totally worth it! (: Anyways my class ended at 12. I didnt have any class after that but Amanda does, till 5 mind you. So yeah I waited till 5. I walked around the entire school, alone. Loner alert!!! Hahahah. Walked walked walked then finally settled around track area. I was doing my revision there. Yes revision! Hahaha. Unbelievable huh? Yeah same here. But after awhile I got really bored uh, so I started drawing. Teeeheee. I love what I drew.(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh oh sidetracked abit. You know what?! While drawing, Axel Tan Yan Hao aka Twig freaking scared the shit out of me. I was super shocked, like as if I saw ghost like that. He almost screwed up my drawing uhhh. Grrr! Anyways talked for awhile before he headed off for his lecture. Oh great, now he's calling me fats. From trotters to fats. That's just so wonderful -_-'' It's like an upgrade. No wait.. It's the same aint it? Oh whateeever lur. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soooooo where was I? Hmm, ahhaaa! Yade yade yade, I joined Engine SubComm, blah blah blahh, met Divya for lunch... Dooo doo dooo, time past so slowly, traalaalaa, Met Amanda at 5! Hahaha. Took a cab to Ssp cause Piriyah already finished training (time check - 4:39pm) Super fast la! So I told Amanda to take a cab. $24 exactly, thats what I paid for the journey from Tampines to Woodlands. Expensive like shlong pleasee. Heeee. Saw Team Pedro, and TokGH. Hahaha. Juniors, I love them! They hugged me tight. I felt loved! (: Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gahh. Kayy so dinner was wonderful (: I still cant wait cant wait for Sunday!(: Toodles now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-7725838472462627918?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7725838472462627918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7725838472462627918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/08/oooh-snap.html' title='Oooh Snap!'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnMao4Ilp3I/AAAAAAAAB8g/hd_tOKeiDL4/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6035531740142954415</id><published>2009-07-31T00:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:42:06.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swag It Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnHMnvfgsxI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QQwM_wQ0MtY/s1600-h/QJ20MmQ0Ypppgn1l7Dfp1yjdo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364293614310568722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnHMnvfgsxI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QQwM_wQ0MtY/s320/QJ20MmQ0Ypppgn1l7Dfp1yjdo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I walked across an empty land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I knew the pathway like the back of my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I felt the earth beneath my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sat by the river and it made me complete&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/1981723282755025852-6035531740142954415?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6035531740142954415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6035531740142954415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/swag-it-up.html' title='Swag It Up'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnHMnvfgsxI/AAAAAAAAB7M/QQwM_wQ0MtY/s72-c/QJ20MmQ0Ypppgn1l7Dfp1yjdo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-341819675127208746</id><published>2009-07-30T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T00:27:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnG9zZtDtUI/AAAAAAAAB7E/DIDyf4CPIRY/s1600-h/4542_215899300300_665385300_7259255_3303312_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364277321945822530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnG9zZtDtUI/AAAAAAAAB7E/DIDyf4CPIRY/s320/4542_215899300300_665385300_7259255_3303312_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Regarding, the time spent today. I'm relatively happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the only day of the week whereby school ends at six and I have no training! Whoop whoop! Had lab work which was as usual hardcore. During Ckt Lab lesson, Zayd and I were nutbags! Seriously. Know why? Cause we were singing and laughing and joking around with the silliest jokes everrrr! Amazingly, within 2hours, we managed to finish our Lab Project and got them graded before 6pm. So after Lab, classmates and I went on our seperate ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Amanda called to meet Noreen and Ruben at some awesome place! Hahaha. I swear that place is a great hangout area for couples or friends. Hahaha. I was screaming my lungs out, with echos flowing all around the area. Heeee, I needed to scream aight?, thats why. Anyways, comforted Norber cause she got into some trouble with YH and Coach and her Parents. Whoa, Bad bad combination of people to get into trouble with. Hahaha. Hopefully everything will got well for her jyeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im having a slight migraine, Im not feeling very expressive at the moment. So that explains the monotony in my recent posts. D: You'd be doing yourself a favour if you stopped dropping by my blog. There really isnt much to read anymore, is there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-341819675127208746?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/341819675127208746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/341819675127208746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-virus.html' title='Dear Virus'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnG9zZtDtUI/AAAAAAAAB7E/DIDyf4CPIRY/s72-c/4542_215899300300_665385300_7259255_3303312_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-5087965163270480700</id><published>2009-07-29T14:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:25:04.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Bottom Of My Sole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnAhQmSsFpI/AAAAAAAAB68/XVJTlAEehiQ/s1600-h/Z7s32p3dUqenralaCh0mW5sGo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363823725238818450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnAhQmSsFpI/AAAAAAAAB68/XVJTlAEehiQ/s320/Z7s32p3dUqenralaCh0mW5sGo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt; I am somewhat tired&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and and and sickkk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and and and and mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Drained I sure am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;My nose is feeling like a leaking tap. Its like the mini waterfall at the pond outside TP's auditorium thingy. Its like the fountains at Marina Barrage, or Victoria Falls, or Niagara Falls, or Browne Falls, or Pu'uka'oku Falls.. Hmm whateverr Falls there is laaaaa. Bottomline is that my nose is really starting to get on my nerves!! -_-! And no amount of NTUC own-brand tissue can stop the copious amount of mucus from flowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;): Im feeling miserable, that's why Im not in school today(: Heeeee! A day off from school IS kinda nice. Teeeheee! Also, I have a test today, which I didnt study for.. So skip la! Hahahaha. Wheeee. Thankyou Daddy for the germs. (: Okaaay fineeeeee. Truth be told, I overslept this morning. Hahahahahha! I told mummy that Im having a bad headache, which I do okay? Not lying! (: Sooooo anyhooo I went back to bed, woke up, and immediately felt revitalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;And so here I am! On a mundane school morning, actually it's more of afternoon now. Trapped at home with nothing to do while everyone else is on the run and occupied by exciting school-related activities. Gaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;I'd rather read a book than blog, but I'd rather sleep than read a book. (Considering my headache) But the reason why Im blogging now is cause I just cannot sleep. I think its because the sunlight from the window blinds me. Or maybe bacause of the boring anticlimax of the book. Heee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kay as you can see, I have no idea what to blog about alrdy. Hahaha. Aight off to look song searching (: Till then readers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-5087965163270480700?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5087965163270480700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5087965163270480700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-bottom-of-my-sole.html' title='From The Bottom Of My Sole'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SnAhQmSsFpI/AAAAAAAAB68/XVJTlAEehiQ/s72-c/Z7s32p3dUqenralaCh0mW5sGo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-3889322692038266413</id><published>2009-07-27T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T00:59:55.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fling Dont Mean A Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sm3VVYzrz_I/AAAAAAAAB60/RUAolEZXsaU/s1600-h/sQwmm78yFqe5bmcjTqJRLdx1o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363177294681329650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 23px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sm3VVYzrz_I/AAAAAAAAB60/RUAolEZXsaU/s320/sQwmm78yFqe5bmcjTqJRLdx1o1_500.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lemme tell you what, ignore the previous post. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; Ask Okay? (: Anyways I am, *as stated above* so tired but I cant fall asleep. Why? Insomnia maybe? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naaah&lt;/span&gt; cant be it. I just, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; clear my mind. Today coach gave the talk to trackers, saying something about being in control of ye life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yade&lt;/span&gt;. Anyways the main point of her talk was to be able to cope with sports and studies. I feel like I can do it, IF I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ABIT&lt;/span&gt; MORE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;descipline&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jyeah&lt;/span&gt; like when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; free, I should study more and not sit at the couch watching endless hours of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tveee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gaah&lt;/span&gt; I know I know, I should put more effort on my studies, get my grades up. But it just so that whenever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; home, I cant study. There's so many distractions! There's The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gaint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Tvee&lt;/span&gt;, The HP Laptop, The Sexy Bed, And My Adorable Puppy. You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;seeee&lt;/span&gt;. So many wonderful things to do other than study. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; go to my void deck, bring my skateboard along. Yeah so when I get bored, I'll skate. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. Yes that's what I'll start doing. Soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;! Oh gosh exams are nearing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; excited yet afraid. Excited for the holidays actually. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;. Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; did I mention? I got into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Fball&lt;/span&gt; team (: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Teeeeheeeee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;harrrrpeeeyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; (: Now I gotta juggle TWO sports and my crappy studies. Oh and one more thing, b_&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ys&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hahahha&lt;/span&gt;. K &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;whateeeber&lt;/span&gt;! I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;shant&lt;/span&gt; get involve in this B word for awhile. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;needa&lt;/span&gt; prioritise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hurhur&lt;/span&gt;! (: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Fuuuuhyooooo&lt;/span&gt;! I almost died &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt; just now during track training! Cause I was still having the Stupid Flu, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; breathe through my nostrils. So it was very hard for me and I swear after the 3rd set, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;hyperventilating&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Like some donkey yknowwww (: Ohhwell. I think I better sleep soon, If not tmr I cannot wake up. Heeee. Nights All (: Mwah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-3889322692038266413?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3889322692038266413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3889322692038266413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-fling-dont-mean-thing.html' title='Summer Fling Dont Mean A Thing'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sm3VVYzrz_I/AAAAAAAAB60/RUAolEZXsaU/s72-c/sQwmm78yFqe5bmcjTqJRLdx1o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-722019525117189511</id><published>2009-07-26T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:41:28.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Are Easy To Say, Action Seems To Be Stiff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Smx4EOu6lMI/AAAAAAAAB6s/hiSmdVc0SGU/s1600-h/XcrGIe6VUnf7yfh0NFI11OaJo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362793270361101506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Smx4EOu6lMI/AAAAAAAAB6s/hiSmdVc0SGU/s320/XcrGIe6VUnf7yfh0NFI11OaJo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;in⋅fat⋅u⋅a⋅tion  (in-fach-oo-ey-shuhn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;–noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. the state of being infatuated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. the act of infatuating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. foolish or all-absorbing passion or an instance of this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;a mere infatuation that will not last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats how I feel now, Idk but it seems that ____________. Help me? I guess you already knew about it huh? So I think I shall spare you the details. Well, Imy :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-722019525117189511?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/722019525117189511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/722019525117189511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/words-are-easy-to-say-action-seems-to.html' title='Words Are Easy To Say, Action Seems To Be Stiff.'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Smx4EOu6lMI/AAAAAAAAB6s/hiSmdVc0SGU/s72-c/XcrGIe6VUnf7yfh0NFI11OaJo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-8525040150125423108</id><published>2009-07-25T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T15:57:06.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here To Stay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmqkigYAmSI/AAAAAAAAB6k/5SP3vT2Z2Sk/s1600-h/5453_1025966025929_1728634192_47664_325154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362279219051141410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmqkigYAmSI/AAAAAAAAB6k/5SP3vT2Z2Sk/s320/5453_1025966025929_1728634192_47664_325154_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bored at home on a Saturday afternoon. Psheesh, my parents wont allow me to go for floorball training. Why? Cause Im still sick. Gaaaah I need to get well soon! If not Im gonna be restricted forever! Buhh. Soooo Anyways, while Im stuck at home, here's another one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I miss you, I miss your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;and I still shed a tear every once in a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Even though it's different now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;you're still in here somewhere somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;My heart just won't let you go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;and I need you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;that I miss you so.&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/1981723282755025852-8525040150125423108?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8525040150125423108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8525040150125423108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-to-stay.html' title='Here To Stay'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmqkigYAmSI/AAAAAAAAB6k/5SP3vT2Z2Sk/s72-c/5453_1025966025929_1728634192_47664_325154_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1960007583637917716</id><published>2009-07-23T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:49:37.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugs Do Wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmiF2eElb6I/AAAAAAAAB6c/Oc05C0f3aa8/s1600-h/Z7s32p3dUp2gqla8QPYfcnv9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361682527216299938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmiF2eElb6I/AAAAAAAAB6c/Oc05C0f3aa8/s320/Z7s32p3dUp2gqla8QPYfcnv9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Life's a Bitch till you die. So fcuk the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Go, Get High.&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/1981723282755025852-1960007583637917716?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1960007583637917716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1960007583637917716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/drugs-do-wonders.html' title='Drugs Do Wonders'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmiF2eElb6I/AAAAAAAAB6c/Oc05C0f3aa8/s72-c/Z7s32p3dUp2gqla8QPYfcnv9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-310784622203468991</id><published>2009-07-21T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:58:43.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Little Faith, That's All I Need.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Numb, that's all I can say :/&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/1981723282755025852-310784622203468991?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/310784622203468991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/310784622203468991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-little-faith-thats-all-i-need.html' title='Just A Little Faith, That&apos;s All I Need.'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-6800620191341654848</id><published>2009-07-20T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:08:36.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunting In Connecticut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmQ3tg9P64I/AAAAAAAAB6U/LVFYxXj-i4s/s1600-h/Vuj9zmoLjpss1npeC42aqeuVo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360470711558204290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmQ3tg9P64I/AAAAAAAAB6U/LVFYxXj-i4s/s320/Vuj9zmoLjpss1npeC42aqeuVo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. to take pleasure in; find agreeable or congenial: We all liked the concert.&lt;br /&gt;2. to regard with favor; have a kindly or friendly feeling for (a person, group, etc.); find attractive: His parents like me and I like them.&lt;br /&gt;3. to wish or prefer: You can do exactly as you like while you are a guest here.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am sick, yes very sick matter a fact. Fever temperature of 39.7 degrees average. Terrified? You can bet on it. Didnt go to school today, got MC for either 2 days or a week. Ive got 2 MCs thats why. Anyways, parents were gobsmacked when they saw those faint digits on the thermometer early this morning. I seriously thought Ive contracted with H1N1. I felt like death was near. On my way to TanTockSeng, I had a sudden flashback of how I was before I fell so ill.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flashback - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was 10.30am, Sunday. Mother nagging at my ass to get out of bed, to move my aching body off so that she can change the sheets of my bed. I, stubborning said '11, 11 I'll move, just half-an-hour more please?' She, as stubborn as I am, said 'No, get off now!, I dont want you to dilly-dally! Get up and wash up!' I just laid still on my bed, not saying a word cause I know she'll never change her mind. Soon, the roof starts to shake. Mother was screaming at me, scolding me about my attitude towards everything. 'Sigh, I never knew she thought of me in that way.' Or do I really portray myself in that light, to let her presume that Im like that. I teared cause I dont know what to do. I didnt really bother much either cause all I needed then was sleep. Then it was 11. I got my sorry-ass off bed, nose-stuffed, ears blocked and muscles aching more than ever. I was sneezing the entire afternoon, from WaterLoo street to BukitPanjang. I felt immediately that something was wrong as while crossing the road, a little taste of Apple Tea went up my throat. Upon reaching grandma's house, I laid on the bed, shivering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Hahaha. Like story telling aye? Anyhoo my fellow mates, no worries or what aight? My temperature has come to a rest at 37.3degrees now. (: Now it's just my appetite. Gahh I havent got any appetite, cause my tastebuds are weirding me out. But the thing is, Im very belly hungry! ): All that's in ma tummy now is water! Hmm I blog again soon. Gotta go look for some food!&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/1981723282755025852-6800620191341654848?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6800620191341654848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/6800620191341654848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/haunting-in-connecticut.html' title='The Haunting In Connecticut'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmQ3tg9P64I/AAAAAAAAB6U/LVFYxXj-i4s/s72-c/Vuj9zmoLjpss1npeC42aqeuVo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7830340838494500608</id><published>2009-07-20T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:39:26.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gravity, You Held Me Down In This Starless City.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmQbvVn9bmI/AAAAAAAAB6E/roGlNqgg2To/s1600-h/TfL2V9miPposef88cCdlaymPo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360439956550282850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmQbvVn9bmI/AAAAAAAAB6E/roGlNqgg2To/s320/TfL2V9miPposef88cCdlaymPo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are some days when no matter what I say, it feels like I’m far away in another country &amp;amp; whoever is doing the translating has had far too much to drink.&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/1981723282755025852-7830340838494500608?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7830340838494500608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7830340838494500608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-gravity-you-held-me-down-in-this.html' title='Dear Gravity, You Held Me Down In This Starless City.'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmQbvVn9bmI/AAAAAAAAB6E/roGlNqgg2To/s72-c/TfL2V9miPposef88cCdlaymPo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-8444793910297492866</id><published>2009-07-18T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:57:44.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hab's TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmFYvFKqcGI/AAAAAAAAB50/bILhnr5ZdQ0/s1600-h/4542_215899285300_665385300_7259252_976597_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359662597411598434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmFYvFKqcGI/AAAAAAAAB50/bILhnr5ZdQ0/s400/4542_215899285300_665385300_7259252_976597_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Hello all you creatures :) Ive decided to give my floorball match a miss. You may be wondering why? Haha. Long story, really. Oh plus, muscles that I never knew exist, are all aching like a hell. Yeah Im having trouble even holding up my toothbrush. -_-'' I know I know, Im weak huh huh huh?! Heee. Im not weak luhh (: I tell you why okay? Cause...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;On Wednesday's Track training, know what we did? D and I ran the entire bedok reservoir in 20 mins. That's 4.2km in 20mins, yes go do the math. Ohman! Tiring like crap I tell you. But I had tauhuey in my head all the while when I was running. I even made up a song for it. Oh gosh, sometimes I feel so retarded. Did I not mention, Ive been having Tauhuey cravings. It's like a must after every training session. Yes, but sadly 'After Trainings = After 10pm.' Jyeah so by the time Im done bathing and preparing to leave school, all the tauhuey stalls will be closed ): According to Axel's mum, she says Geylang has the best Tauhuey and the stall is always open till late. Duuuh cause it's geylang. All the prostitutes and gigolos and bangala workers like Tauhuey too. I mean, who doesnt right right right? Hahaha. 'So auntie, you're saying you want me to go geylang at night uh?' Hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways today is a Saturday. Yes a day where I can relax. My parents are away at Malaysia for the entire day and they wont be back till tomorrow. You know what they are doing there? Hahaha. You'll never guess it. It'll prolly be the last thing on ye minds. Haha. Kay I tell you, they're there to eat durians. Hahaha! Jyeah I know, weird. Cause, why go Malaysia to have durains when Singapore actually imports Malaysia's durians?!? Psheesh. Oh and guess whuttt?Daddy forgot to give me money for the weekend. Ohwell. Hmm if only I had a job heh? Then I wouldnt have to ask for money from my parents anymore. Hahaha. Axel told me go work with him O_O Yeah. He works as a food-runner, this means he brings the food to the customers. Oh crap, wouldnt that mean he's a waiter??, not food-runner. Hahaha. Shit my brain was suckish at that time when I typed food-runner. Pfftt, ANYHOOO! It's at Bukit Timah area, in some resturant where his dad works as a chef. Cool or what? Everyday got fab food cause he's daddy's a chef. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Im a happy gooober today! Heeee. Know why know why? Cause Im meeting my lovelies later on. Heeeeeee! Not all my lovelies will be there though. Only Piriyah, Noreen and Fudin. Haha. We'll be a cityhall watching the fireworks I think, according to fudin. Maybe have a fantabulous dinner too. (: Oh oh I cant wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HABIBAH HUNTER! I LOVE YOU GIRL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359674559291239986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmFjnWpArjI/AAAAAAAAB58/TPYaPb_kqzc/s320/n658476497_1312045_8811.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt; (: MWAH!&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/1981723282755025852-8444793910297492866?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8444793910297492866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8444793910297492866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/habs-tv.html' title='Hab&apos;s TV'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SmFYvFKqcGI/AAAAAAAAB50/bILhnr5ZdQ0/s72-c/4542_215899285300_665385300_7259252_976597_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-9166770197855661008</id><published>2009-07-16T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T23:00:49.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomcityness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sl8ypcYBp9I/AAAAAAAAB5s/ZavfoBi16Oc/s1600-h/Z7s32p3dUptoas7up5flTukVo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359057769167169490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sl8ypcYBp9I/AAAAAAAAB5s/ZavfoBi16Oc/s400/Z7s32p3dUptoas7up5flTukVo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt; Random Thought : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;When you chew on gum, do you spit ye gum? Or do you spit it back into the wrapper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Random Concoction Of A Poem :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;One of those times when flying away is equivalent to perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;One of those times when having wings is the only way to contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;But having wings takes so much more than Redbull, it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;And flying takes a lot more than having wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Random Message From Him :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Life's a bore without you around. It really is. Ive been missing you since the last time we talked. I cry all night just to get you out of my mind. Oh kayla. I miss you. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. Wtf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Random Dirty Quotes From Axel : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Macdonald - Im Lovin It *raise eyebrows*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Nike - Just Do It. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Adidas - All Day I Dream About S*x. -_-!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;OKAY NOW FOR THE ULTIMATE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;KFC - ???? Ha Ha Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Random Usual Post : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Woke up and did the usual morning routine. Ate nutella bread accompanied with my chocolatey dutch milk. Wore my socks and started walking around the house. Shoes for footwear today cause I had lab. Electro Prototyping Lab was the Sex. Drillings and solderings and screwings and tearing of sticky tape was what Q905 did for 3 whole long hours! Wonderful I must say. Lunch was at Prata Paradise. Oh definately it was how it's stated. Chocolate Prata and Ice cold Milo. Paradise. Had class till 6, met D and headed home. Saw Syamim and texted him cause I havent met this monkey for a gazillion years. Or at least it felt like that. Got home, showered, ate dinner &amp;amp; here I am. Chatted with J, Z, &amp;amp; S. Currently watching Criminal Minds. Great show, good twist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Random Tmr : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ive got training at 5. Class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt;ends at 12. What am I to do for 5 hours? Hmm, should I take a stroll at bedok resevoir and risk getting bites from puny insects? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Random Joke :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kuku: Kaylaaaaa! I ask you uh! There are four fishes in a tank, then one fish die. Will the be more water in the tank, less water, or stay the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me: got difference meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kuku: i dont know, just answer k!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me: hmmmmm... i dont know. ask someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Kuku: noooo! i want to ask you! this is a joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Me: huh? this is a joke! hahahahaha i thought its some science question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; we started laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Turns out the answer was _____________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Go figure!:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-9166770197855661008?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/9166770197855661008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/9166770197855661008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomcityness.html' title='Randomcityness'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sl8ypcYBp9I/AAAAAAAAB5s/ZavfoBi16Oc/s72-c/Z7s32p3dUptoas7up5flTukVo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1281448935486262023</id><published>2009-07-12T17:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:09:55.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Dont Really Want This, Really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Slmq0ymPXgI/AAAAAAAAB5g/FJcTUCVnKHY/s1600-h/QJ20MmQ0Yps870ha78mywpYBo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357501055645998594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Slmq0ymPXgI/AAAAAAAAB5g/FJcTUCVnKHY/s400/QJ20MmQ0Yps870ha78mywpYBo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I was chatting with this Kuku just now, Hahaha. He never fails to make me laugh. Seriously. We crapped about the lame-est things, laugh at the silliest jokes, and loves to annoy each other. Can never find another Kuku like you boy (: Hope you're doing well in ye schoolio! You are missed! Oh here's a part of the convo I cant stop laughing at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Kuku:&lt;/span&gt; No cannot, you belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Since when huh huh HUH!? Since when was I yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kuku:&lt;/span&gt; Since the day I knew you laaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: And when was that?? During your first 'Oi' text to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kuku:&lt;/span&gt; No, when we added each other up. I actually find you annoying at first.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hahaha! I found you to be alil stuck up at times too. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; So how can I be yours if I'm annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kuku:&lt;/span&gt; I think I can take it. I like irritating people.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You like irritating people but find them annoying? Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kuku:&lt;/span&gt; I don't care, you're mine :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something I created. No intentions or motives, just thoughts that flooded my mind. Feels kinda weird creating a poem when there's really no one in mind. Heh. Oh oh it's about a break up btw. Hahaha. Nonetheless, (: Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Everyday I wipe my tears away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;So many nights I’ve prayed for you to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;I should’ve said all the things that I kept inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;And maybe I could’ve made you believe that what we had was all we’d ever need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;My friends think I’m moving on but the truth is I’m not that strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;And I’ve kept all the words you said in a box underneath my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;But if you’re happy I’ll get through somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;But the truth is that I’ve been screaming out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;As I watch you leave, it’s getting harder to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;No this ain’t how it was suppose to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;While you’re out chasin’ all your dreams, tell me where does that leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;What about the plans that you left behind, the little white house by the shore line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;What about the promise that you made to stay with me till your dying day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Said you’d never go away, are they just things that people say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;I wonder where you are tonight and do I ever cross your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;She wonders what went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Could I have loved a little deeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Or did I hold on too strong&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/1981723282755025852-1281448935486262023?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1281448935486262023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1281448935486262023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-really-want-this-really.html' title='You Dont Really Want This, Really.'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Slmq0ymPXgI/AAAAAAAAB5g/FJcTUCVnKHY/s72-c/QJ20MmQ0Yps870ha78mywpYBo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-3211817375934450707</id><published>2009-07-12T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T01:50:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does It Feel Like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SljQFJrN_9I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/lFjQtS-bj7Y/s1600-h/4542_215884290300_665385300_7258627_7370805_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357260543672319954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SljQFJrN_9I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/lFjQtS-bj7Y/s400/4542_215884290300_665385300_7258627_7370805_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayla Kemoly Lau needs some motivation to study! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Basically everything that's around me screams best time to study. The air-con is on and I can't feel the heat from the outside world. I'm actually contributing to it. Heh! My Mcdelivery food has arrived so I can't say I'm hungry. I have no younger brothers nor sisters so i have the whole room to myself which means no one is disturbing me. The door is locked shut so my parents can't nag at me. The table is cleared and only the books I need is on it. Damn, still can't study.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;From 9pm till now, I've only completed 2 worksheets on Digital Fundamentals and Engine Math. Someone please confiscate my laptop/handphone/tv away. Oh and definately the bed too. Just leave the table and my notes with me in this room and I think I'll have an easier time scoring As. Even the floorball stick beside the mirror is driving me nuts. And also the soccer ball, camera, and clothes. Okkayyyy, enough me might be going under the block to study soon. Okayyy yes, that's what I'll do, but it's already 2am.. Hahaha. Should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gahhh! I'm an ass who dont sleep at night and only chooses to turn off her laptop at 3 am in the morning, then wakes up at around 9am-ish. I'm prolly insane enough to only required that little amount of sleep and still be able to be survive each day like that. -_- I need more sleeeeeeep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;And yes, I realised GSS is here and yet I've not really shopped much at all. I need to get so much stuff, and my closet being stagnant is getting on my nerves. I wished for a waking atm just like mummy's, can? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh random, the quizes on Facebook gives QUITE accurate results dontcha think? Hahaha. Not bad Facebook. This bogus shit is not to bad at all.&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/1981723282755025852-3211817375934450707?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3211817375934450707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3211817375934450707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-does-it-feel-like.html' title='How Does It Feel Like?'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SljQFJrN_9I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/lFjQtS-bj7Y/s72-c/4542_215884290300_665385300_7258627_7370805_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1346191983996893890</id><published>2009-07-10T23:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T00:10:39.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want The Hearts &amp; The Dolphins &amp; The Crocodiles.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sldm8wklxwI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/pNsMuc2U9xI/s1600-h/A5dhQPwnipnu33aqLQUqf2heo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356863475797051138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sldm8wklxwI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/pNsMuc2U9xI/s400/A5dhQPwnipnu33aqLQUqf2heo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Up in the sky, See that bright light?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No, Not that one, It's the one on the right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My oh my, What a pretty sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That is where we'll spend the night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;Hahaha. Something random I came up with. When you read it, please mind the commas. It sounds nicer with commas. Hahaha. Second star to the right! :D ohhh pitahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know what? It's really funny to be listening to a love song and not having anyone in mind. I find it strange but thats okay. I like music. Music is goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope nobody thinks it's not appropriatefor a 17 year old like me to be behaving this way. 'This way', refers to my so-called obsessive compulsive disorder towards Never Neverland and, well, faith, trust and being a tad retarded. No I won't/don't resent anyone calling me childish,because maybe, I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;On a lighter note, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I keep myself happy. (:&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/1981723282755025852-1346191983996893890?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1346191983996893890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1346191983996893890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-hearts-dolphins-crocodiles.html' title='I Want The Hearts &amp; The Dolphins &amp; The Crocodiles.'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sldm8wklxwI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/pNsMuc2U9xI/s72-c/A5dhQPwnipnu33aqLQUqf2heo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-5771793339856669811</id><published>2009-07-09T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:05:14.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll Go Away, It Always Does.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlYCg8cbkRI/AAAAAAAAB5I/mMzu_OSBhGM/s1600-h/f2OmQc1cjpneiiy5Feahz0VJo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356471571808227602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlYCg8cbkRI/AAAAAAAAB5I/mMzu_OSBhGM/s400/f2OmQc1cjpneiiy5Feahz0VJo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I'm pretty proud of myself this whole week. I've been trying my best to complete all my homework myself. Minimal copying of other's tutorial work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've also been using less of the laptop which explains the not updating blogger and not taking as much facebook's quizes. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been attending ALL training sessions too. The thought of slacking havent been in my mind. Ive been pushing myself hard, I know it. Know why? Cause my friends around me told me not to push myself too hard. Hahaha. I know I know, my injury and all. But that aint gonna stop me. I know I'll pull through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;I've not been texting in school either. Okay maybe only during break time. BUT other than that, I dont even text in those boring lessons. Awesome Possum? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My tv watching is only restricted to the 1 hour after Im back from training, and then its sleep at eleven plusplus everynight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;My week pretty much went like that. Hahaha. Okay, I might be exagerating a lil. But nehhbermind at least those are what I've been trying to do for the past few days lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Track Gym Training on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Floorball friendly on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Family Day Outing on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Busy or whuuuuut!?! -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why am I feeling LIKE THIS? Maybe I just needa know&lt;/span&gt; _______.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-5771793339856669811?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5771793339856669811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5771793339856669811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/itll-go-away-it-always-does.html' title='It&apos;ll Go Away, It Always Does.'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlYCg8cbkRI/AAAAAAAAB5I/mMzu_OSBhGM/s72-c/f2OmQc1cjpneiiy5Feahz0VJo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2460385954683614087</id><published>2009-07-07T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:12:05.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays I Lay Awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlNzijOuA8I/AAAAAAAAB5A/Khi74tzTF_4/s1600-h/09rRvcYCjp2f59vu6DV5sYhoo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355751419283375042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlNzijOuA8I/AAAAAAAAB5A/Khi74tzTF_4/s400/09rRvcYCjp2f59vu6DV5sYhoo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay Guess What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ______________________ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; I ___________________.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(FILL IN THE BLANKS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2460385954683614087?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2460385954683614087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2460385954683614087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuesdays-i-lay-awake.html' title='Tuesdays I Lay Awake'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlNzijOuA8I/AAAAAAAAB5A/Khi74tzTF_4/s72-c/09rRvcYCjp2f59vu6DV5sYhoo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-5640798521572841055</id><published>2009-07-05T19:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:10:15.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Home Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlCQEYa2ENI/AAAAAAAAB4o/h0iVjiT1y4E/s1600-h/4824_107802087168_683382168_2038733_5468907_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354938361892442322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlCQEYa2ENI/AAAAAAAAB4o/h0iVjiT1y4E/s400/4824_107802087168_683382168_2038733_5468907_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; I miss Clan's Outings. I miss everyone of yaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;To Amanda and Noreen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I strained my groin. Im fine now I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;It still hurts BUT dont worry aight? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Hahaha. See ya on monday people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey look. I changed my blogskin. Heh! Pokkadots. I was trying to look for something nicer, then I got bored of looking. So I guess this will do. Hehehe. Anyways! Tomorrow is the start of another week. The start of trainings and extra classes and looking for places to have lunch. Hahaha. That has always been fun. Know why? Cause my class just cant decide. If you're an engine student, you'll somehow see a bunch of Gundus walking up and down of engine's hallway. Hahaha. That'll be my Fab class. Hahaha. Cause we just cant decide whether we wanna have lunch at Itas or Mensa or Breadboard. -_______-''' Yeah so we will jalan-jalan like as if we're shopping at Orchard. Gahhh. So I stayed home the entire day, finished up the essay for Writorial and watched tveeeee all the way. Oh did I not mention, my parents arent home for the weekend. So make a guess what time I woke up today? Heeeeeee. Shant tell you lar, later I get labelled as Pig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh oh I got random people texting and calling me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Actually only 2 people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kay here's the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Weirdo #1 : Osewani Narimas. Asuno school no basyoga Dunearn kara JurongEast ni henkoutinarimashita yoroshikuonegai itashimasu. Albirex:Taniguchi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me Replied : ??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My Jap friend told me that the weirdo is asking me how to get to Dunearn School from JurongEast. Wth right? And how the hell did this person get my number?!?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Weirdo #2 : Missed call at 5.32am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me : Erm hello, you called this number at 5am? May I know who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Weirdo #2 : Im kai. You are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me : Kai?? From where?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Weirdo #2 : Kai from Jurong west. Can I get to know you better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Me : ?! Haha. Sorry but I dont do this kind of shit, anyways have a nice day ahead..and Please dont contact this number again. Thankyou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha. What the heck right? Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im so bored right now. So dam bored. I watched a total of 3 shows on HBO. Anaconda, Bring It On: In it to win it, and The Strangers. Now lemme show you a photo of this hotstuff who acted in Bring it on. Super Cute Smile.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354992795837591954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlDBk2qs8ZI/AAAAAAAAB4w/CwcdEHdhayw/s400/michael-copon-evening-stars-2008-party-C4OhxP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;MICHAEL COPON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*melts*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kay Nights All. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-5640798521572841055?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5640798521572841055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5640798521572841055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/stay-home-sunday.html' title='Stay Home Sunday'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SlCQEYa2ENI/AAAAAAAAB4o/h0iVjiT1y4E/s72-c/4824_107802087168_683382168_2038733_5468907_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7141094545161226092</id><published>2009-07-04T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:59:33.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Grateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sk44ZR8tVNI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/lS4Pfs-Cv3c/s1600-h/JyF6rJX7iofo56cvb98WaY62o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354279013956015314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sk44ZR8tVNI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/lS4Pfs-Cv3c/s400/JyF6rJX7iofo56cvb98WaY62o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt; Loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thankyou Divya for being there! :D Letting me drink ye water and finding my stuff(s) and holding me up cause of my strained groin. Heeeee! Yes yes I appreciated that(: Oh super duper thankyou to Axel Maximus and his mum, Axel for accompanying me home and his mum for fetching me. Thankyou Chan, for making me feel paisey cause I did something in front of him. Thankyou to the 2boys-i-dont-know-their-name. Boy#1 for looking at me cause I was in pain and crying -__-'' and Boy #2 for offering me his 100plus. Hahaha. Yeah thankyou Ashley[he's a guy okay? Yeah i know what you're thinking], &amp;amp; Al-Ansari, for making my laugh while Im in pain. Thankyou Izzat for the endless smiles -_-'' Oh yeah and thankyou to Juicyyy who helped me in my long jump jumps. To all who asked if I am alrights, yes I am. No worries everybodehhhh, Im strong lar dey -_-'' And thanks for the concern! Heh heh heh. Also, Thankyou Coach for the prizes. Last but not least, Thankyou Aunty Grace for the awesome curry chicken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-7141094545161226092?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7141094545161226092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7141094545161226092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/thankful-grateful.html' title='Thankful Grateful'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sk44ZR8tVNI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/lS4Pfs-Cv3c/s72-c/JyF6rJX7iofo56cvb98WaY62o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-9055392859155228970</id><published>2009-07-03T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T00:35:11.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Allen Sheckler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;His Smile Makes Me Weak In My Knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353897349622425874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkzdRfgmaRI/AAAAAAAAB4I/zPVsw_0mPmU/s400/4695_95688287553_45633872553_2431446_506669_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353897341019916834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkzdQ_dmiiI/AAAAAAAAB3w/t6j7_23chKw/s400/n45633872553_2176656_1045091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkzdR3KeMcI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/O3tpWVzSQcY/s1600-h/n45633872553_1639674_5687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353897355972063682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkzdR3KeMcI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/O3tpWVzSQcY/s400/n45633872553_1639674_5687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353897347476560770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkzdRXg_G4I/AAAAAAAAB4A/72WqTDhWzh8/s400/n45633872553_2176669_3498197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353897344390278066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkzdRMBKK7I/AAAAAAAAB34/P0wRWo8HEhA/s400/4198_86140377553_45633872553_2282555_6483356_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Gosh I miss skating. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do yet so little time! Past few days have been nothing but trainings and school for me. No Me-Time. -_- Kay whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Thankyou shaun for listening to my rants. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh and Thankyou Zully Wully, Syamim, Zulfadli, and Yan for the ghostly stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Kept me awake all the way till I got home. Seriously I was scared to my wits caused of all the experiences you guys have. I was thinking, if I were to be in ye shoes, encountering it myself.. Woah dont think my puny heart can take it manzxzxz. Hahaha. Oh yeah, if you dont know, Im not all that brave okay? When it comes to these issues, Im a fucken mouse like panic! at the disco. I might cry and scream like a hyena. The crazy things I would do when Im freaking out, Dont think you wanna know. Heeee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Kay tmr(today) is friday! Last day of school, and the start of Track's Sports day -_-'' I cant believe we're having a sports day for trackers uh. I think it's really unneccassary please.. Ohwell. Hmm at the same time, Im super excited for it. I cant wait. I wanna see if I still have IT! Yeah IT=Speed. Heh Heh. Alrights I shall go ahead to bed now before it gets any later and i'll start complaining the day after cause I aint got enough sleep. Hurhur. Nights Peacocks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh yes one more thing, I changed my playlist. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Abit of oldschool. Hope yaw like. Toodles!&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/1981723282755025852-9055392859155228970?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/9055392859155228970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/9055392859155228970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/ryan-allen-sheckler.html' title='Ryan Allen Sheckler'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkzdRfgmaRI/AAAAAAAAB4I/zPVsw_0mPmU/s72-c/4695_95688287553_45633872553_2431446_506669_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-3353360640400016959</id><published>2009-07-01T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:43:15.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Planet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sko-5SciJXI/AAAAAAAAB3o/vUxnGwVmvJo/s1600-h/09rRvcYCjp0nwwzf7BbnmjUto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353160261008237938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sko-5SciJXI/AAAAAAAAB3o/vUxnGwVmvJo/s400/09rRvcYCjp0nwwzf7BbnmjUto1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It takes no time to fall in love,but it takes you years to know what love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It takes some fears to make you trust,it takes those tears to make it rust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Mood : Shagged yet Fantastically Happy (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's floorball friendly was freaking awesome!! (: I simply love it! Seriously. Ive never felt so hyped up before, no wait.. lemme take that back. Hmm, I HAVENT felt so hyped up for a very long time, and Today was the day. Heeee. Oh guess what? We won lar dey! Hahahaha. And I helped put one digit on the score board! :D Hurhurhur. Awesome shit can! Wheeeee. First friendly for me, against ITE West, and I scored. Wheeee. Yes so can you sensed the excitement. Hahaha. Oh the ITE girls were, well, hahaha, full of 'it'. Yeah, vulgarities flowing like the yellow river like that. But nonetheless, the showed good sportsmanship. Heee. I kept apologising to the ite girls cause yeah, I like ramming into them.. Hahaha. Makes me feel strong :P HAH! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh oh I rammed into this one girl, and I fell on my ass. Hahaha. Wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Guess she was stronger/sturdier than I am. (: K enough of my today. May tomorrow be a better day for all (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-3353360640400016959?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3353360640400016959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3353360640400016959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/07/captain-planet.html' title='Captain Planet'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sko-5SciJXI/AAAAAAAAB3o/vUxnGwVmvJo/s72-c/09rRvcYCjp0nwwzf7BbnmjUto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-8532720258912966736</id><published>2009-06-29T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:56:17.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge Is Sweet, But Sugar Is Sweeter(?) (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkjhMVsewzI/AAAAAAAAB3g/DQ48da7LX7I/s1600-h/lmuFZPNsqo9lkxjihvPLLMADo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352775759228224306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkjhMVsewzI/AAAAAAAAB3g/DQ48da7LX7I/s400/lmuFZPNsqo9lkxjihvPLLMADo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;People who talk about their dreams, are actually trying to tell you things about themselves they’d never admit in normal conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh hey there. Nothing much really happened today. Except the fact that I watched Transformers! Heeee. Yes like finally! Anyhoo, the movie was great(: Oh oh wish me&amp;amp;team luck for tmr's floorball friendly against (?)ITE okayyyyy? Jyeah ayite Im done. Gonna continue doing my shaggy presentation and froggy Dfund and yuggy EngineMath. Ahak, so have a great day tomorrow everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-8532720258912966736?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8532720258912966736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8532720258912966736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/revenge-is-sweet-but-sugar-is-sweeter.html' title='Revenge Is Sweet, But Sugar Is Sweeter(?) (:'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkjhMVsewzI/AAAAAAAAB3g/DQ48da7LX7I/s72-c/lmuFZPNsqo9lkxjihvPLLMADo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2524721151974937521</id><published>2009-06-28T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:25:07.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High Over You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkeLDvb4nZI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/6n-5J-kieqY/s1600-h/Z7s32p3dUoqsoj4xE4mEnIb3o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352399578542415250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkeLDvb4nZI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/6n-5J-kieqY/s400/Z7s32p3dUoqsoj4xE4mEnIb3o1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to forget someone you loved is like trying to remember someone you never knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2524721151974937521?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2524721151974937521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2524721151974937521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/high-over-you.html' title='High Over You'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkeLDvb4nZI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/6n-5J-kieqY/s72-c/Z7s32p3dUoqsoj4xE4mEnIb3o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-3931670801528611896</id><published>2009-06-27T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:41:18.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist Lick &amp; Dip - Oreo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkYi2gvCapI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/LuOEzcF8SeY/s1600-h/Floorball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352003527071918738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkYi2gvCapI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/LuOEzcF8SeY/s400/Floorball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Currently Listening To: The Importance of Being Idle - Oasis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;This song makes me think. Hahaha. So dont mind me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;+ + + +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Why do something tomorrow, when it could be done the day after tomorrow? There is always tomorrow. When in doubt do nothing. Its better to have loafed and lost than never to have loafed at all. What is liberty? Leisure. Happiness depends on Leisure. Workers can't think. If you are losing your leisure, you may be losing your soul. He who loafs last loafs longest. Imagination is more important than knowledge. All the evil people in the world are already busy. To idle people every day is a festiva&lt;img class="gl_align_left" alt="Align Left" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;l. You cannot think and work at the same time. Children ought to be idle -- it's good for them. Thinkers don't work and workers don't think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt; Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Im just saying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyways I had floorball training today. I must say, I feel way more comfortable with my techniques and everything. And yes I definately feel that Ive improved! Heee. So instead of playing Center today, I was playing forward. Stella(coach) says that I have to work on my shots. Heh! Okay Coach! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh so after training, Ogawa(Captain), Baoyi, Nabilah, Nas and I went for dinner at Techno. Yupp we had the usual, and I had 2 wonderfool cups of Chilled Cold Milo. Best Ive tasted cause it's home-made, but well in this case, kopitiam-made. Hahaha. Dinner was fantabulous, and then we headed on home at 6pm-ish. Yeah. Missed my 23 bus, had to wait another freaking 15mins for the other one. Gahh after training, the only thing on my mind is to get home quickly and rest my legs. Oh and furthermore, I had to iced my fregging knee to prevent my injury from reviving. Heh. So instead of reaching home early, I got home at 7 close to 8. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;6&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;I just finish watching 10'000 B.C. Man Camilla Belle's eyes are so prettyeee! I want her eyes! It's fregging green! If only... Hahaha. Kay im tired now! Nights all! :D&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/1981723282755025852-3931670801528611896?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3931670801528611896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3931670801528611896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/twist-lick-dip-oreo.html' title='Twist Lick &amp; Dip - Oreo'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkYi2gvCapI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/LuOEzcF8SeY/s72-c/Floorball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-5628896954256897824</id><published>2009-06-26T17:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:51:35.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Look what I found in my Heart Disk? (:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkTEHv06zII/AAAAAAAAB24/5QH9AmaGTtk/s1600-h/peachess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351617894599543938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkTEHv06zII/AAAAAAAAB24/5QH9AmaGTtk/s400/peachess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nothing of any great note is happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today has been way too boring for me. Heh. Finished class at 12 and that was it. No plans at all after that. Went for lunch at ITAS with classmates: Ilyas, Afiq and Zayd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's when Piriyah texted me, asking if I wanted to watch a movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was overjoyed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ecstatic I must say! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Till she said she was tired and felt like going home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahaha. And so was I.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Man I so wanted to go, but the timing aint right. If only she wanted to come to tampines!then definately I'll be able to make it for dinner at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes I have to go back for dinner on friday -_- Friday Rule, dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;So movie date with Pipeypo was cancelled! Hehehe! :P Next time okays? Meet up soon before school starts! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyhoo, classmates needed to go pray, so off then went; leaving me alone to rot. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Then met the other bunch of guys. Lets name them, since Im so free right now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Zul, Hafir, syazWan, Nnas, Amalul, IzzatTorres, Izzad, Aziz, FaizOsman, Faris, Burhan, Kamal, WenQiang, and Idk the name of the other two guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Zully and Izzat wanted to watch transformers too, but only after their prayers. I was feeling really lazy just to wait for them after prayers so I didnt watch it with them. Jyeah, they too, left for prayers shortly after, but at least I wasted another half an hour with them before I headed on home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;Then I met Amanda Lye, Floorball mate, she told me that floorball was going to have elimination for the makings of Team representation. Woah hardcore or whut! So yeah.. Training on Saturday is a must, it's been so long since I went for court training. Geee. Anyways, I ate Oreo from seven-eleven on the way home. Heeee. The great tasting cream in the center left me yearning for more. Im going to get more later (: Hurhurhurrr. So I got home at 2:15, showered and slept for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woke up, &amp;amp;watched tveee. (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There was this show 'Frequency' on HBO, and jyeah it's an amazing show. I think it's an old film but nonetheless, it's good. Slept again till dinner time -_- gah yesh I am v v sleepy today! Been dozing off everywhere I go. Teeheee. Had some funny chicken thing for dinner and sooo yeah, Im here watching youtube videos. Yes Im feeling quite lifeless today :/ No plans what! What can I do? Heh. Oh oh. Crappers, I forgot what I wanted to say. 0_O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*scratches head, thinking* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Sidetrack&lt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'try to reach out to you; touch my hand, reach out as far as I can' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-David Archuleta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351624796071229122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkTKZdz_dsI/AAAAAAAAB3A/_kzibhk9TU8/s400/2923292_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;it's Anthony Green!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Ex-vocalist of Saosin.&lt;br /&gt;scream with me!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;^^^^^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Lookie look at what I found?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjhzVFwgAk8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zjhzVFwgAk8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Drake Bell live at New Jersey, with his song, Up Periscope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's a very naughty song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! But it has a unique vibe to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He's pretty awesome live ain't he?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's a pity he's not very cute anymore.&lt;br /&gt;But still, his voice melts me as much as Anthony Green's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;An extract of the lyrics: (READ!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I could have a single wish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd only wish to never miss it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when you wake up and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It makes me happy when you steal a little kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;before you wake me up to listen to the news for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and when you're creeping out of bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I sneak a peek to see just what you were wearing last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or what was leftover from ripping off our clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I check to see that door was closed as you were turning out the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whoever said romance was over, roll over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so I can show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;don't you want me to be the captain of your submarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Up Periscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that's what I say, that's just my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of saying that I love you, I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh oh I found something else too. It was on haeqal's blog, and yes I found it v v v amusing! One that will keep you nodding ye head and laughing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Pause my song first okay?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:D :D :D ~ ~ ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Okay!! Now refrain from NOT laughing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;When you read, you're supposed to imagine the scene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;of when someone does it to you or vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Extracted from &lt;a href="http://www.dbooth.net/internerd/annoy.cfm"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;(I only took the hilarious ones.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Check this outzxzx !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAYS TO ANNOY PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;22. Signal that a conversation is overby clamping your hands over your ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;23. Holler random numbers while someone is counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;24. Staple papers in the middle of the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;25. Honk and wave to strangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;26. TYPE ONLY IN UPPERCASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;27. type only in lowercase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;28. dont use any punctuation either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;29. As much as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;30. Drum on every available surface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;32. Set alarms for random times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;34. Begin all your sentences with "Ohh la la!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;37. Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;39. Finish the 99 bottles of beer song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;42. Never make eye contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;43. Never break eye contact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;46*. As people talk, smell their shoulders. ^^^^ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;76*. Stand on a busy corner. Gasp, look and point up. See how many people look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;95*. Continue to ask someone,"Is this annoying? Is this annoying?" Over and over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alrights that's it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's more, but jyeah Im tired already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;To ___: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;How are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;We havent been contacting since that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;No friends no more? Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;Just want you to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;cheers(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;**Ps - Dont think it's you cause it's not. And after what you said to me, I realised what kind of person you are. I shouldnt have trusted you at all. I shouldve followed my gut feeling and just left while I could. God how could I have been so stupid. I shouldve known from the start, I shouldve known. And yes you want me to delete ye number right?! Already did, every memory every moment, deleted.. Oh yeah one more thing! Thanks, thanks for nothing _l_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yeah that has been bottling in me since ____ . Whatever it is, Im fine now, (:BTW, this is a really long post manzxzx. First time first time. Ohwell, nights all ! Till whenever (: mwahs! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-5628896954256897824?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5628896954256897824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/5628896954256897824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-rest-in-peace.html' title='Michael Jackson Rest In Peace'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkTEHv06zII/AAAAAAAAB24/5QH9AmaGTtk/s72-c/peachess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4094520854753018261</id><published>2009-06-25T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:18:04.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkOiPlQHxcI/AAAAAAAAB2g/PTfnChidvfg/s1600-h/DSC06667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351299170827748802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkOiPlQHxcI/AAAAAAAAB2g/PTfnChidvfg/s320/DSC06667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy blue and the man in the moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: (: (: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hi folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do not know why am I blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I so tired right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe cause I feel like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyhoooo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Training is fineeeee senors senors! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hum hummm hummmy wummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am half asleep while I am typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh man.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My eyes are hurting from staring at the screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mmmmm kayyyy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall bid you folks farewell, till whenever (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-4094520854753018261?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4094520854753018261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4094520854753018261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/beautiful-dreamer.html' title='Beautiful Dreamer'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkOiPlQHxcI/AAAAAAAAB2g/PTfnChidvfg/s72-c/DSC06667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-3394445353063943302</id><published>2009-06-24T22:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:44:30.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophisticated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkI4AZIEVCI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ixFQPS4brrQ/s1600-h/4930_113173023139_659973139_2854414_3493196_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350900886665450530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkI4AZIEVCI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ixFQPS4brrQ/s320/4930_113173023139_659973139_2854414_3493196_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; One Night With These Peaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just love the fact that when everytime I meet up with either one of my peaches, I feel calm and serene. One, for the fact that whatever I do, I dont have to explain myself(unless there's a need to). I love my peaches! Cause they're ever-so-wonderfoooooool! Heeee! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kay, tmr got track training again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pray that my muscles wont ache! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nights everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-3394445353063943302?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3394445353063943302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3394445353063943302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/sophisticated.html' title='Sophisticated'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SkI4AZIEVCI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/ixFQPS4brrQ/s72-c/4930_113173023139_659973139_2854414_3493196_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-913577390054827354</id><published>2009-06-22T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:47:51.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sj-tkJ0A29I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/bQelafbUS7A/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350185718960413650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sj-tkJ0A29I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/bQelafbUS7A/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Evan Taubenfeld! *melts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Kay so today is the start of school after the not-very-long term break. Heee. Jyeah. It wasnt as exciting as I thought it would be. -_-'' Now I miss the holidays. I heard that RP has stopped school cause of the case in their school, some kid has H1N1. Something like that.. woah scary! Hahaha. But yeah lucky Tp wasnt infected. If not school would have to stop. Oh wait.. that's a great idea aint it? Heeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/singapore/index.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this website&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to vote for school to have another break aight? Dont let Rp have all the fun (:&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Heeee. Anyhooz, I have a floorball friendly tomorrow in school, against some ITE. And guess what?! I cant participate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY!?!??!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Because my Track coach wouldn't allow me ): ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;sdjfksbjklgbajlgbvhjlabfejalbrfjbf! Gahh! Im pissed! Wahh freaking sad can?! It's all because my knee hurt the other time, and she(track coach) claims that it must be cause of floorball, when the fact is that IT IS NOT! Grrrrr. So I cant play tmr. NeeeeeeeeeByeeeeee! Ive never played a friendly before with my team!!! And I was all hyped up yknow. Dam. Super disappointed I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohhwell what's done is done and cant be undone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alrights now life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something more in depth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"&gt;Somehow I sense that a great opportunity is slipping through my fingers. Every time I’m given a chance to achieve something, I try my best to do so. And just when I’m so bloody close to the objective, the ground opens up and swallows me. Or at least that's how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m always starting things then giving up halfway through. Perhaps life would soon realise this and stop presenting me with the same opportunities over and over again. Or perhaps, by always giving up when I had only started, I had exhausted all possible paths without even taking a single step.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know? Maybe I'm just thinking too much. Hmm, I’ve always needed a catalyst. But nothing is stern/handy enough. I should really go through a tormenting torture session with nothing in the room except for my ______. Yes I admit I am easily distracted by the slightest of things. But I'll try to deal with it head-on. Hmm yeah, maybe that's what I'll do. Hmmm. &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/1981723282755025852-913577390054827354?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/913577390054827354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/913577390054827354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-years.html' title='Best Years'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sj-tkJ0A29I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/bQelafbUS7A/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7377624969097998852</id><published>2009-06-21T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:30:55.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nticipate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349786978497142994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sj5C6Z1VINI/AAAAAAAAB2I/s0KdjFRn4bg/s320/DSC06692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School Starts Tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To Zully &amp;amp; Mimz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goreng Pisang &amp;amp; Bandung on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-7377624969097998852?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7377624969097998852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7377624969097998852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/nticipate.html' title='Nticipate!'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sj5C6Z1VINI/AAAAAAAAB2I/s0KdjFRn4bg/s72-c/DSC06692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4288805877381877606</id><published>2009-06-20T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T01:07:56.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take The White Pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sj0XDLGeNoI/AAAAAAAAB2A/BbAuv55VAzM/s1600-h/pc200906190004_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349457275672999554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sj0XDLGeNoI/AAAAAAAAB2A/BbAuv55VAzM/s320/pc200906190004_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Surprisingly i can't wait for school to resume. Like really bad! The aftermath of today's floorball training was aching knee/shoulders/calfs/hamstrings and everywhere else!! Oh and i starved myself to the max! Didnt have anything for lunch nor breakfast. All the way till 6.30pm plus plus. Gahhh! Serious shit, I couldve had a bad gastric ache, but noooooo -_-'' I had my stuuuupid period. Ugh! Anyways I went to check my weight just a couple of minutes ago, and i'm still fabulous 50(: yes! I was taken aback by it.Prolly the weighing machine wasn't working that well. But still still! Giving it a benefit of doubt(: I am average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the best to hamka and the rest who are Silat-ing tomorrow! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May the force be with you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I dont know what to blog about. -_-'' Oh Im staying home tmr(today)(sunday). To finish my work due tmr! Great last min work aye? Hahaha. Well what can I say, that's me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Nights Appleheads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-4288805877381877606?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4288805877381877606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4288805877381877606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-white-pill.html' title='Take The White Pill'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Sj0XDLGeNoI/AAAAAAAAB2A/BbAuv55VAzM/s72-c/pc200906190004_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-3227992655322335773</id><published>2009-06-20T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T01:38:07.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humphery The Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349091319207893602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjvKNtCDGmI/AAAAAAAAB14/48omgSJ4Ltw/s320/pc200906190002_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Do-ra-e-mon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Alrights so Im here, chatting with IzzatTorres &amp;amp; Kaminator. Hahaha. Weirdos. But dam they're keeping my night alive. I was so dam bored just now. Anyways thanks guys. See you soon! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-3227992655322335773?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3227992655322335773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/3227992655322335773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/humphery-bear.html' title='Humphery The Bear'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjvKNtCDGmI/AAAAAAAAB14/48omgSJ4Ltw/s72-c/pc200906190002_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-8628652621988085520</id><published>2009-06-18T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:24:49.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Meet Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjpevwoittI/AAAAAAAAB1o/QIY24InNeR4/s1600-h/DSC06704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348691682057696978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjpevwoittI/AAAAAAAAB1o/QIY24InNeR4/s320/DSC06704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my loves. Went to meet up with my lovelies at Clarke Quey today. Yes it is definately nice to see most of you! For those who didnt come, till the next meeting aight? Wheee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-8628652621988085520?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8628652621988085520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8628652621988085520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-meet-ups.html' title='Thursday Meet Ups'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjpevwoittI/AAAAAAAAB1o/QIY24InNeR4/s72-c/DSC06704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2805063817754230447</id><published>2009-06-18T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:16:23.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photos will be on Facebook soon'/><title type='text'>Arabia Island Smoking Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjkigN7AnAI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/xtNXefLSxeI/s1600-h/DSC06680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348343969367497730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjkigN7AnAI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/xtNXefLSxeI/s320/DSC06680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went Arab Street with the Munyaks today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yes, takecare of ye belly &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boy-Pernicious&lt;/span&gt;. And thankyou &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jamie &amp;amp; Dom&lt;/span&gt; for messing up my hair. Thanks a trillon. Oh &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Malcom&lt;/span&gt;, thankyou for coming, like FINALLY you came! Yeah and Thankyou &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ruben&lt;/span&gt; for the counter attacks to a certain someone whose name shall not be mentioned. Last but not least, thankyou &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Noreen&lt;/span&gt; for taking the many pretty photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love You To Bits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna go for training!! *wink*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2805063817754230447?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2805063817754230447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2805063817754230447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/arabia-island-smoking-up.html' title='Arabia Island Smoking Up'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjkigN7AnAI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/xtNXefLSxeI/s72-c/DSC06680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2324714422356005108</id><published>2009-06-17T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:34:24.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kayla B Bayla C Cayla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjfIhKA7fEI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/lXeXTbE_LgI/s1600-h/4542_215891090300_665385300_7258812_4103226_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347963554475244610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjfIhKA7fEI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/lXeXTbE_LgI/s320/4542_215891090300_665385300_7258812_4103226_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aloha Yoodles. &lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As planned, I met Zully at Kallang. Yes he was being an &lt;strong&gt;awesomely-best-bud&lt;/strong&gt; to come fetch me from Kallang's Mrt cause I didnt know how to get to Kallang's Cage myself. Hahahaha! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thankyou Zully Wully!&lt;/span&gt; (You better be reading this). Oh and yes I still owe you and Syamim ye Goreng Pisang &amp;amp; Bundung! HAHAHA. Kay set when school starts aight guys? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So was at Cage with the many people I do not really recognise was kinda... not so bad. Haha. Okay I admit I was feeling kinda bored, but it aint that bad. See Nnas, I came! For you! So what must you say? Heeeee. Oh and Nnas, takecare of ye fragile head okay? After kenna wack by ball, I know pain, dont act cool horrr. HAHAHAH! Right so after watching them boys kick balls for 4 hours -_-''', we headed to KFC for lunch. MmmM yummy cheesefries calling my name! Hahah. Yeah Im feeling abit hungry right now. Heh! OKkKkay back to the story, so ate ate ate then I was supposed to go for Floorball training, but plans changed, so hurhurhur. In the end, Zully Wully, Kamarul Ariffin Bin Yusof (new friend from TPJC), Syamimz and I went to Tampines Mall to chill. Played 'Donkey' &amp;amp; 'Steal' on the roof of Tamp1. Hahaha. New game Zully taught us. Quite fun! But I always lose. Nonetheless, I had tons of fun. Then Mimz &amp;amp; I decided to catch a movie. *Zul, dont gimme the face, there's nothing on* We watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Drag me to hell'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh funny thing is, when we're giving our tickets to the entrance guy, he told us.. 'Okay now get ready to go to hell' Hahahaha. Swear it was the lamest shitzxzxz ever man. I think the entrance guy was feeling kinda bored on his night shift, So torturing us with his unnecessarily jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aight so the movie wasnt so bad. Still kinda freaky. Cause like all freaky movies, the lead actor/actress will perish no matter what. That's how cliche horror movies are, dont you agree? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right after, I was accompanied by Syamim the Creep(self-proclaimed: my protector) to the bus stop. Thankyou aight? And fyi - I didnt see the green tubedress lady! *phew*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hahaha. So today was fun-packed. Oh talking bout pack, I needed go grab an ice-pack to ice my busted knee. Yeah I screwed my knee while playing captain's ball the other day. :/ Gahh. Get well soon kneeeeee. (: Weeeew! I cant wait for tmr! Know why? Cause Im meeting the Munyaks! :D Huahuahua! :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arab Street + Awesome Buddys = Excited excited I am! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2324714422356005108?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2324714422356005108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2324714422356005108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/kayla-b-bayla-c-cayla.html' title='A Kayla B Bayla C Cayla'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjfIhKA7fEI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/lXeXTbE_LgI/s72-c/4542_215891090300_665385300_7258812_4103226_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-8688920120859476777</id><published>2009-06-16T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:33:29.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Syamim Ajmal Bin Jamaluddin Bin Md Noor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have no fear, cause &lt;strong&gt;Syamim The Creep&lt;/strong&gt; is here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-8688920120859476777?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8688920120859476777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8688920120859476777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/syamim-ajmal-bin-jamaluddin-bin-md-noor.html' title='Syamim Ajmal Bin Jamaluddin Bin Md Noor'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-9174944488961044027</id><published>2009-06-15T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:50:34.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Perhaps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347240857908778146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjU3OrgblKI/AAAAAAAAB1I/IbaLGbXwFEk/s320/n683382168_1826110_3603096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm bashful, I'm blue and I really want to dance with you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have horns and a tail and my ego is for sale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM BORED. There’s nothing to do in town and nothing to do at home these days. Not that Ive got no homework, but yeah knowing me. Heh! So tell me! Name me a place to go. I want to travel to Malaysia, needa do some shopping while I still have the time. GSS making me excited. Oh well. Guess for now, I gotta conjure up my own fun. Oh not to forget, Ive got tons of trainings coming my way. Gahhh! -_-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh one more thing! Im meeting The Clan at Kallang's Cage before Floorball Training on Tuesday. Cant wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-9174944488961044027?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/9174944488961044027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/9174944488961044027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-day-perhaps.html' title='Another Day Perhaps?'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjU3OrgblKI/AAAAAAAAB1I/IbaLGbXwFEk/s72-c/n683382168_1826110_3603096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2799579473660021407</id><published>2009-06-14T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:33:41.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floorball At A Whole New Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UP2EFFJjyEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UP2EFFJjyEE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Techtonik music + Zorro Moves = Brillant!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2799579473660021407?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2799579473660021407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2799579473660021407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/floorball-at-whole-new-level.html' title='Floorball At A Whole New Level'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7999512338445112577</id><published>2009-06-14T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:05:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T A G G I E Soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Tag Replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K &gt; Zul:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes yes zully wully I want my Vans!! Care to but me a pair? Heh heh heh! And someone's birthday's coming ayeee? Hahaha! I've got Peace by the river.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K &gt; `Pernicious:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah I love love love the green one! And also the first pair! :D But.. *ka-ching ka-ching* Hahaha. y'know, needa save up first (: &amp;amp; jyeah I wouldnt wanna be caught wearing the same pair of shoes with someone else. Hohoho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K &gt; Amanda:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thankyou Thankyou! And yes I think the first pair is quite cool! :D I want I want I want.. Mummy mummy, Put some money in my piggybank can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K &gt; me!:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erm whoever you are, Hahaha. Thanks~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh guess who? Im BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Kay Im tired. Blog again tmr! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;NIghts Peas.&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/1981723282755025852-7999512338445112577?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7999512338445112577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7999512338445112577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/t-g-g-i-e-soup.html' title='T A G G I E Soup'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2529377932119881327</id><published>2009-06-11T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:52:46.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayee Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFkkFhfnI/AAAAAAAAB0o/LFOm89ZEWP8/s1600-h/SatinLaCriptaDos+Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346060358385761906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFkkFhfnI/AAAAAAAAB0o/LFOm89ZEWP8/s320/SatinLaCriptaDos+Blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFkntm7nI/AAAAAAAAB0g/Mzhy0yccJws/s1600-h/Era+Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346060359359196786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFkntm7nI/AAAAAAAAB0g/Mzhy0yccJws/s320/Era+Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFKL6pZSI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/jjtCzbjah9Y/s1600-h/Authentic+Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346059905221092642" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFKL6pZSI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/jjtCzbjah9Y/s320/Authentic+Blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFJ7jQPGI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Qy-53m_E3wQ/s1600-h/Authentic+Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346059900828007522" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFJ7jQPGI/AAAAAAAAB0I/Qy-53m_E3wQ/s320/Authentic+Black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFJqYqZbI/AAAAAAAAB0A/wN7KRH-LJDM/s1600-h/MiniCheck+Lining+Authentic+Yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346059896220181938" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFJqYqZbI/AAAAAAAAB0A/wN7KRH-LJDM/s320/MiniCheck+Lining+Authentic+Yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFJaFRACI/AAAAAAAABz4/BMpRFP8f7ps/s1600-h/MiniCheck+Lining+Authentic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346059891843858466" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFJaFRACI/AAAAAAAABz4/BMpRFP8f7ps/s320/MiniCheck+Lining+Authentic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy Mummy Can I import a pair of Vans? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prettyaye pluu-easeee?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^^^^^^^^^^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The urge for it is rapidly increasing day by day. Singapore! Please import Vans shoes from America? Im getting sick of seeing the same ones that everyone is wearing -_-'' Jyeah call me fussy. I dont care what you think of me. I just want me shoes! Buuuh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh greeeaatttt! Ive got Track Camp tomorrow. Wah what a great time to spoil my weekend. Gahh. Ive got plans you know?! Like on Saturday, Ive got floorball training and the guys offer to assist with the techniques for those who needs help. And YES I NEED HELP! I needa work on my shooting cause Im playing Center, hence I would need to try scoring sometimes. Grrr! Waste my chance to practice up. Nah Nah Nah~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;OKay SO SINCE IM GOING, I'll LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alrights, firstly, more bonding time with my pals! :D Heh Heh Heh. 2ndly, Training for track will start again. Hopefully I wont die during warm up. -_-'' Hahaha. Yeah. Also! Meet MORE friends! (: Hurhurhur. Aight that's all the 'bright-sides' I could think of. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whoooooosh! Gotta go pack for tmr! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will be back on Saturday Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Day Peaches!&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/1981723282755025852-2529377932119881327?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2529377932119881327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2529377932119881327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/ayee-cross.html' title='Ayee Cross'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SjEFkkFhfnI/AAAAAAAAB0o/LFOm89ZEWP8/s72-c/SatinLaCriptaDos+Blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-2333382543379557082</id><published>2009-06-11T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:39:45.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolates Can Last For A Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Si_vZntmzUI/AAAAAAAABzw/aI8ulsdm3gc/s1600-h/_cars__by_ssturgeo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345754506148105538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Si_vZntmzUI/AAAAAAAABzw/aI8ulsdm3gc/s320/_cars__by_ssturgeo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was just thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;You know how paper and its cousins all come from trees. You kinda don’t really think about the fact that so many things you use were actually trees. Like my assignment is printed on a tree. I blow my nose into a tree. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It’s like how beef used to be a cow, but you don’t really think about it. And how leather could have been a cow or a crocodile. Funny how you don’t really put much value in a cow, but so much in that gourmet steak, or the leather handbag. It’s all these names we’ve given to things that make us forget the source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;I’m sure there’s some sort of intelligent analogy I could draw from this. How long does chocolate last for? I mean not like so you can eat it, but just it being chocolate, is there a point where it’ll start rotting or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-2333382543379557082?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2333382543379557082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/2333382543379557082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/chocolates-can-last-for-year.html' title='Chocolates Can Last For A Year'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Si_vZntmzUI/AAAAAAAABzw/aI8ulsdm3gc/s72-c/_cars__by_ssturgeo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-7168728835695730147</id><published>2009-06-11T00:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:03:17.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten June Oh Nine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Si_mrcpVciI/AAAAAAAABzo/GDRc3TDG_Uc/s1600-h/DSC05179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345744916810396194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Si_mrcpVciI/AAAAAAAABzo/GDRc3TDG_Uc/s320/DSC05179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Happy 17th Birthday Pipey! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You know I love you!&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/1981723282755025852-7168728835695730147?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7168728835695730147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/7168728835695730147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/ten-june-oh-nine.html' title='Ten June Oh Nine'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Si_mrcpVciI/AAAAAAAABzo/GDRc3TDG_Uc/s72-c/DSC05179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-1936446373269657639</id><published>2009-06-10T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:57:35.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh today, I saw a guy just only a half mile away.&lt;br /&gt;Dam he's hot, I swear he is, this I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He looking so fine, I wanna make him mine. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hahaha I must dreaming! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not this time, this is for real, I swear I aint kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your name I yearn, and just as I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I stumbled upon your smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heart beating faster, mind under pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Would you mind staying with me for awhile?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Urging to ask, or should I pass, and wait another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know this aint right, Im crazy this way, but it's me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so what can I say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-1936446373269657639?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1936446373269657639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/1936446373269657639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-shot.html' title='One Shot'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-8708060785437607505</id><published>2009-06-09T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:09:52.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotocon Is Attacking! Run And Save Yaselfs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Si1DAjPZjiI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZR-oAKSr2K0/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345002009497538082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Si1DAjPZjiI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZR-oAKSr2K0/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Body feels like a shitbag.- Jaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Head’s spinning since yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I predict riot on the inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I feel like a brave warrior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Except, minus the brave. Add the sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to sleep feeling hungry like never before. Today I woke up smiling like I mean it. Dont ask me why. For all I care, you can call me weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Inhales.. Anyhoo! There's no school for 2 weeks! Hallelujah! Weeeew!&lt;br /&gt;I havent figured out how that sounds, but i thought I’ll try something new ayee? Weeew. I have’t figured out if its for the good or for the bad either. (Ah, just weew like you mean it). Hahaha. Exhales..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______________-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Sarah about what my cousins and I get up to back in the days. Then it hit me. Everyone’s changing. We cousins, arent as close as we were before. Jyeah, I miss them. You know how some people can sense changes? Then adapt in no time? I wished I was one of them but unfortunately I’m not cool like that. I’ll still be holding on to the slightest and silliest things, trying desperately to weave the days into silk again; then slowly but surely, regain all lost momentum. Urgh can people not drift??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights soooo, &lt;strong&gt;the day before yesterday(sunday),&lt;/strong&gt; I went to Ruben's and Skyrocket's gig. Accompanied by Noreen Herman and Yono. Hahaha. Great music and though awkward atmosphere, we managed to have fun singing out LOUD!(cause no one can hear us through the ramming of the drums/guitar.) I left early, hence missing out on the most fantabluous thing that happen. *wags eyebrows* Hahaha. Kay anyways congrats to nor! *cheeky smile* HAHAHAHAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for yesterday(monday),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY TO MARIAM SHAZANA! Though we arent contacting each other as frequent, I still hope that you are oh-so-happy with ye life and jyeah, hope you had a fun-filled day with ya loved ones. :D Misses! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went out with Sarah, Wan, Hafir, Zul, Fadli, and Aziz. We had a picnic. Though it was only for awhile and not all of them were there, we had fun with each others' company. And I enjoyed myself. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not to forget, I spilled milk on myself. (: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Photos are still in Sarah's DSLR, so no peektures for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And for today!(Tuesday).&lt;/strong&gt; I've got floorball training later at 5.30pm. Yeah late in the evening, so my oh my, what am I gonna do till then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all! :D Nights Peas (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-8708060785437607505?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8708060785437607505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/8708060785437607505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/emotocon-is-attacking-run-and-save.html' title='Emotocon Is Attacking! Run And Save Yaselfs!'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/Si1DAjPZjiI/AAAAAAAABzg/ZR-oAKSr2K0/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981723282755025852.post-4253714553471480752</id><published>2009-06-08T02:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T02:54:14.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Without The 'Y'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SiwLYxHCfFI/AAAAAAAABzY/Chet7k7pShM/s1600-h/n683382168_1848560_2994289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344659377909562450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SiwLYxHCfFI/AAAAAAAABzY/Chet7k7pShM/s320/n683382168_1848560_2994289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Looking at my life through a tiny hole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To emo kid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankyou.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1981723282755025852-4253714553471480752?l=kayla-ful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4253714553471480752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1981723282755025852/posts/default/4253714553471480752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kayla-ful.blogspot.com/2009/06/party-without-y.html' title='Party Without The &apos;Y&apos;'/><author><name>Kayla Kemoly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05363317754857586184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d_Gm2DuB8Hc/Tr_5tZcTgaI/AAAAAAAAD5c/yvmH--qxt0w/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-11-13%2Bat%2B19.46%2B%25233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0GxvUDaufEY/SiwLYxHCfFI/AAAAAAAABzY/Chet7k7pShM/s72-c/n683382168_1848560_2994289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
