<?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-6962920457241899269</id><updated>2011-08-19T00:51:13.400+08:00</updated><category term='Partially drunk B-Hay'/><category term='Weird B-Hay'/><category term='Sad B-Hay'/><category term='Annoyed B-Hay'/><category term='Melodramatic B-Hay'/><category term='Drunkard B-Hay'/><category term='Shocked B-Hay'/><category term='Easy B-Hay'/><category term='Enjoyed B-Hay'/><category term='Lost B-Hay'/><category term='Jaded B-Hay'/><category term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Blue Hayden</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-1427208636397522333</id><published>2010-11-21T13:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:34:55.380+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Smell of FREEDOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you smell that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;That's what we called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The smell of Freedom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Nodding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Ah ah ah ah ah ah Take your shirt off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah Take your shirt off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah Take your shirt off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah Take your shirt off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(You know you want to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So...I'm already a graduate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Enlighten me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What's so special about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah, you're out of your High School life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It still doesn't mean that you'll stop learning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Math, English, Science for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Last Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We had our Graduation night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Masquerade Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;(Black&amp;amp;White)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Theme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;TOTAL FAILURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;No one hardly put on their masks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I didn't even bother taking it out from my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Psshh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anyway, the event was uhmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Let's just put it this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For the past 3 hours sitting down at the table number 12&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: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ONLY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The dance floor was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The rest was BLEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Unfortunately, it was cut-off by some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just when it was getting excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sec. 5 dance show down and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Aarrghh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Screw that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;After the picture taking and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We went BOWLING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;BOO-YEAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Something fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am telling you it's not the first time I'm hearing Bowling for the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Waffle, who happened to be sitting beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kept talking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Both Su and Waffle got their own get away excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The TOILET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When things are getting a little "DEAD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm really not listening to any of the things going on at the screens nor the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Waffle, Su and I started playing games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Laughing and teasing each other.&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: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seriously, got me through the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'm probably be depressed till now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Later that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ended up bowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As usual I'm still suck at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But it never failed to fascinate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;how people teach you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;having thought that you don't know anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They tell you every single things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that you ought to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;If you didn't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;they will try to explain it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Guess that what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was smiling all night while bowling with the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They saw me I suck at bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;They try to teach me how my elbows should move.&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: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You know "bowling talk"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wanted to laugh while Waffle was talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kept saying I should get 7 pins down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I walked to the lane and throw that heavy ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Like i'd done it DOZENS of times before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And knocked down her 7 pins down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So Proud of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She wants it. She got it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pretending not knowing anything about bowling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Just laugh about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seriously, I don't know anything about bowling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;*Evil Smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-1427208636397522333?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/1427208636397522333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2010/11/smell-of-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/1427208636397522333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/1427208636397522333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2010/11/smell-of-freedom.html' title='Smell of FREEDOM'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-3016670324604573899</id><published>2010-05-14T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:32:40.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>What is mojo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Year of a GEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I need my mojo back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;B-Hay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"FREE!! FREEDOM!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I could smell my sweet sweet victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm lovin' every second of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Friday-Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Extended holiday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What to do..What to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past few days...ALMOST 2 weeks to be exact&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was mugging for exams and now it's over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too much drama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is mojo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&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/6962920457241899269-3016670324604573899?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/3016670324604573899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-mojo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never felt this way before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's very awkward&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I caught him staring at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found myself staring at him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was mesmerized&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I can't get it out of my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time I'm taking out my pen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always see him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turned around on my chair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turned back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There he is again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taunting me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might say I'm crazy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have done it long time ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I should have agreed long time ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By then I would have got him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't care about that now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know he'll be mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He just shines under the fluorescence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybodys enviuos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't take it anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to have it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I walked up to him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There he is staring at me again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could hardly talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know almost immediately &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That he's mine now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I smiled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stretched out my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm holding him in my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise I will never let him go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All eyes were on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But holding him makes me feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PROUD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Returned back to my seat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still staring at each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rectangle shaped &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue and golden letters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I name you Bage."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinning it on my uniform&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so Proud of myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-1325992874295542224</id><published>2010-03-08T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:31:58.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;Monday Blue&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;Well don't confuse yourself&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I'm back&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last entry November 30 2009. 3 months? That long? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Time sure flies when your having "okley-dokley" F-U-N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WHAT MUST &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(NOT)&lt;/span&gt; DO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1. Do every single homework assigned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&gt; Because O lvls coming. JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Listen to every single lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&gt; Joy Killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Never get tired of going for GERMAN class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&gt; Worst day of my life. Not with that guy sitting in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;4. Must PASS every single tests and exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&gt; I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;       (exams &amp;amp; tests)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;5. I " DARE TO DREAM!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&gt; Sorry..English essay stuck in the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;6. I will eat you ALIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; This is just plain stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;7. I've got nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&gt; Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Better click that red "X" button on the top right hand corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Please refer back to the HEADING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;9. If you really refer back to the HEADING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&gt; Ask yourself " What does that really made me feel?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please answer to the tag box located somewhere in the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10. Answer me. "Yes ? or No?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;-&gt; DON'T EVER ASK ME "WHAT'S THE QUESTION?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BECAUSE I ALREADY ASKED YOU THE QUESTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My name's Blue Hayden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No that's not my Full (FULL) name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No I will not tell you my Full (FULL) name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I have the Monday Blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Did you see that? I'm "Blue" and today's "Monday". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Monday Blue" )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SLOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've just realized my dog is staring at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No I don't have anything funny on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes you should shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tommy's complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*grumble grumble*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No I don't have a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if I do I wouldn't named it Tommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes IT is hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't answer that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've realized I'm talking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Symptoms of Monday Blues*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna Know something stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Say "YES!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Today is Tuesday but I kept on saying It's Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No today is not Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes Today is Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I know I'm smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanna know something weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For the past 30 minutes I'm talking to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not a psycho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I'm normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No I'm not abnormal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes I should really stop talking to myself now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Buh-Bye!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-1325992874295542224?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/1325992874295542224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/1325992874295542224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/1325992874295542224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-4337329399930025880</id><published>2009-11-30T20:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:15:24.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Good holiday? Bad holiday?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Look who's back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It's Blue again, aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Glad to have you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;- My pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*Both shmilin'*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Now get out of here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Shooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;- Oh oh it's my pleasure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;- Babush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;B-HAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for welcoming me. Good news. Good news. My blog is alive again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Now clap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;*clap clap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Editing those weird templates was a real hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to yours truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the holidays huh. Awshum holidays? Don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Spending all day at home and doing the very same routine each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't my ideal holiday getaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you know what I mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And so here I am blogging what I've been doing so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But to be honest, there's only one thing I'm eager to get into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FISHBALL, HALO-HALO, JEEP, DIRTY ICE CREAM, QUEK QEUK,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SAGO, TAHO, PANDISAL, TRICYCLE, PEDICAB, PASYAL, CHICHIRYA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ICE CANDY, NEW YEAR (PAPUTUKAN!!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PHILIPPINES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HERE WE COME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, you read it right. We're going back to the Philippines this December.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm ecstatic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hit the beaches, the largest mall in Asia the one and the only 'Mall of Asia'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and hit the food (the street food, may I mention.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yeah, I'm so moving on cause if you think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't move on you got it wrong cause.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;aahh forget it. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My holiday nothing much happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At first I wanted a job,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but they said I better not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cause "i have to focus with my studies O lvl is coming"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What a joy killer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Secondly, I miss acting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;next year, I better be back on stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thirdly, I made new friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fourth, I'm so psyched to go back to the Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fifth, I can't wait to get out of Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;caused by some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Aargh...I don't even wanna think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sixth, Facebook and Friendster is a website killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;They're becoming a toxic to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A poison that will lead to my slow suffocation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So CHIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SEVENTH, This Thursday 3rd Nov. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Will be the first month that I hid my memories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't be seeing it for awhile I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's stop with 7 reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;( Don't you just love 7?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In a while I'll be off accompanying my mom to town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah, Frequency, Suzie and I made a new song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maybe If"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Not yet finish though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ps. I don't like my new skin too many buttons to press. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah what the heck. Too many people bugging me to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I might change this soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue don't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-4337329399930025880?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/4337329399930025880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-holiday-bad-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/4337329399930025880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/4337329399930025880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-holiday-bad-holiday.html' title='Good holiday? Bad holiday?'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-6309647834158976605</id><published>2009-11-14T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:15:19.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunkard B-Hay'/><title type='text'>My stupid story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oohh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Woozy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooohh butterfly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fly fly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue snap out of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;What's wrong with me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooohh shiny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a stupid story of stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So if you continue to read this stupid story then you're really SHTUPID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One Saturday morning, a girl named Blue woke up. Walked into the kitchen and opened the right side of the fridge. Took out a bottle that she had never seen before. "Nice bottle", she uttered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Settled down at the long oak dining table and drank her heart out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird, she thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue talked, laughed and giggled to herself with no one's around.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her  brother JV came and sat down beside her and started pressing down buttons on his lap top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watching TV, Blue was curios what on earth are they talking. She asked her brother silly questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" What's torete?....What's 214?.....Who is she?....What is she singing?....What's the first 3 words?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without failed her brother definitely answered everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The only thing that Blue did was swinging back and forth giggling to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Just like what Katie did after killing her dear husband Micah, at Paranormal Activity.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken came and looked at her as if she had gone bonkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what?  Blue just smiled and giggled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swinging back and forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chino came walking pass her and mentioned,&lt;br /&gt;" waahh. Blue's drinking VODKA."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue stared at the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smooth feeling as the liquid slides down her throat, transparent liquid, no bubbles, no smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blue's confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vodka? Can't be. She thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She twisted the bottle around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLD LETTERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ABSOLUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CENTURY OF SWEDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;VODKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*This superb vodka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was distilled from grain grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in the rich fields of southern Sweden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It has been produced at the famous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;old distilled near Ahus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in accordance with more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;400 years of Swedish tradition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vodka has been sold under the name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Absolut since 1879*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bloody hell", whispered Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-THE END-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you get to read my stupid story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; CONGRATULATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are now considered the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MOST SHTUPIDEST PERSON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(" Oh don't tell me to Shut up!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want to mention that I FINALLY watched Paranormal Activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All thanks to Chino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh yeah! My Sayang in yer face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just letting you know, I did not actually drank VODKA.&lt;br /&gt;It's just the bottle that has VODKA written on it.&lt;br /&gt;So no harms done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M STILL CLEAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALLELUIA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6962920457241899269-6309647834158976605?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/6309647834158976605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-stupid-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6309647834158976605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6309647834158976605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-stupid-story.html' title='My stupid story'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-7396779260384483332</id><published>2009-10-25T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:12:04.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunkard B-Hay'/><title type='text'>The Evil Ronald McDonald a.k.a. ' the evil IT '.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Beware!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"wash your hands"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"yes, mommy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*at the sink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*washing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Hello there, little girl!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*With humongous EVIL grin plastered on IT'S face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*Girl kicked and punched the EVIL CLOWN*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Mommy! It's Ronald McDonald! Make it go away!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Oh I hate Ronald McDonald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;B-Hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;As I was saying. Let me repeat myself. No offense to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;McDonald company or what so ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is based on my own fear of one and only clown. Ronald McDonald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-hate-Ronald McDonald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ronald McDonald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's more can I say about Ronald McDonald 'the evil IT'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;How contradicting can it get? When a girl celebrated 2 of her birthdays with clowns performing in it.  1 yr old party and 9 yrs old party. There were clowns performing old fashioned magic twicks that made the audience  say, "oooooohhhh......aaaaahhhhh.......*clap clap*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've never been scared of clowns before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not, till I met 'the evil IT'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm ridiculously more scared of 'the evil IT' than being sped over by bicycles or almost get ran over by taxis TWICE. (thank you very much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;being infested by roachies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;( Oh i hate roachies!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was a Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My classmates and I decided to eat at the nearest McDonald and I saw this poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A girl washing hands AND Ronald McDonald was staring at the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH a very pale face, large open mouth sized of a fist forming a FAKE grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No descriptions can explain how Ronald McDonald looked like in that picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can't even believed that the girl looked so darn happy seeing 'the evil IT's big fake grinned face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The little girl must be thinking," mommy, get me out of here! *sob sob*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Evil clown. That big fat red lipped clown. Face so pale.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;( I wondered if IT bleached itself just like MJ. Then my phobia will be gone. Cause IT will melt under the sun. "I'm meeeelltiing...I'm meeellttiinngg...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(I'll be Euphoric!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She must be crying inside and thinking of ways how to get "the evil IT" out of her sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause if I were the girl that will be the things I'll be thinking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;While eating my burger can't helped myself having a feeling that something's watching me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I turned to my left and face to face saw ' the evil IT 's fake grinned face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I'm gonna gobbled you up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*I'm an evil clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna eat you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm an evil clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tralalala*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SHUDDERED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enough Blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're thinking too much of ' the evil IT '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a feeling I'm gonna be dreaming of IT tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*SHUDDERED*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess I won't be sleeping tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Happy happy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naaahhh....Not gonna happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got to have my beauty sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*eeiiww*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway, I have to face Ronald McDonald a.k.a. ' the evil IT ' sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no way I'm going to be defeated by that EVIL CLOWN which can't even put lip stick on properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(It's a MALE....or it isn't?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT has a large FEET for crying out loud and flaming red hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I guess no one can put the fire out up there in his head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Funny*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Laugh or else.....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;As I was saying. Let me repeat myself. No offense to McDonald company or what so ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I-Hate-Ronald McDonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off to my beauty sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;(See ya, Ronald McDonald a.k.a. ' the evil IT ' in 10 mins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*WICKED SHMILE*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-7396779260384483332?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/7396779260384483332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/10/evil-ronald-mcdonald-aka-evil-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/7396779260384483332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/7396779260384483332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/10/evil-ronald-mcdonald-aka-evil-it.html' title='The Evil Ronald McDonald a.k.a. &apos; the evil IT &apos;.'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-100778118104073601</id><published>2009-10-17T22:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:28:46.450+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Evil things I've done. (READ IT. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Firefox has new window."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-Shut up lah!!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Close button"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Firefox has new window"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Close button"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;-SHUT-UP!!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Jeez....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B-Hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shtupid Macbook...So freakin' noisy. "Close button"......"Firefox has new window." It's like telling you what to do and what you have done. So annoying!!&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;"Close button....Close button"&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP ALREADY!!&lt;br /&gt;Every 2 min, "Close button"...."Firefox has new window".&lt;br /&gt;OH SHUT UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be my brother. He must had set this voice over up so that I could get SO DARN ANNOYED that i will stop using his "BRAND NEW MACBOOK."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh that will never "NEVER" (emphasizing the word "NEVER") work for me. HAH! "Firefox has new window" See? it had done it AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHTUPID MACBOOK.&lt;br /&gt;What so good about it eh? Pfft....Macbook....So what?&lt;br /&gt;(Did I had the same reaction as my other brothers Itouch?)&lt;br /&gt;Naaahh.....it mustn't be it.&lt;br /&gt;"Firefox has new window"&lt;br /&gt;(20 sec ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;*cough cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Close button"&lt;br /&gt;(10 sec ago)&lt;br /&gt;MOMMY~~ Make it shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I'm so moving on. Cause if you still think I can't move on then you'll think that.....blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;I've already mentioned this before.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I repeating myself?!&lt;br /&gt;(What's wrong with you Blue? Seriously!)&lt;br /&gt;(Shuddup!....Yes Blue!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon kuya Chino bought me new shoes! Nyhahaha...&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;After waiting for like 1 week for the both of us have a free time.&lt;br /&gt;He DON'T want to give the $CASH$ because&lt;br /&gt;("CAPSLOCK ON"...SHUT UP!!)&lt;br /&gt;HE WANTS TO TAG ALONG.&lt;br /&gt;("Capslock off"...mommy~~)&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea why. He might be thinking that I would steal his money that is going to be wasted on shoes FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;In another way around, it's STILL gonna be wasted FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;So what's the point right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday ( I think..)&lt;br /&gt;Sayangs and I went to West coast to leypak (lakepark).&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;What wonders me the most was, why does it always rain every time I stepped in at west coast.&lt;br /&gt;(She says I'm jinx)&lt;br /&gt;I must be jinx then.&lt;br /&gt;(Goodness gracious)&lt;br /&gt;O-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to our teachers place for Hari Raya. Fina lend me her traditional clothes so I was wearing it WITH my SNEAKERS.&lt;br /&gt;(oohh Sneakers sound good right now.)&lt;br /&gt;Didnt mind, the color contrasts anyway.&lt;br /&gt;The 4 of us were like a family, with full of purple and pink colored clothes&lt;br /&gt;AND shoes (for me).&lt;br /&gt;While we were there we ate and talked.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, played with a cat.&lt;br /&gt;(LITHIA! Where are you?)&lt;br /&gt;(I have no idea why I just did that)&lt;br /&gt;(Shuddup Blue...ok, sorry Blue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping and the cat just leaped over to my lap and laid down comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;DEJA VU!&lt;br /&gt;Why cats have the same reactions with me?&lt;br /&gt;Same thing happened when I was in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;We're about to go home.&lt;br /&gt;I shook hands with aunty then she handed me this small envelop.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea whats in it. I even asked ms Suhada if I should accept it.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't opened it until I got home.&lt;br /&gt;Safe and all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Oh here comes Bangs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;After that THING.&lt;br /&gt;(The high high THING)&lt;br /&gt;we played netball and soccer.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to sayang's blk and talked.&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't believed that I told them one of&lt;br /&gt;my DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET.&lt;br /&gt;(Gosh...)&lt;br /&gt;I trust them.&lt;br /&gt;From that point on tricircle was created.&lt;br /&gt;(or tricycle. Whatever. Either one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing i've learned from my life lesson teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Never let go of people that makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Applied in life*&lt;br /&gt;"Blue!...yah? You make me laugh."&lt;br /&gt;"haha...that's funny,Blue"&lt;br /&gt;Moral: I'll never let go of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6962920457241899269-100778118104073601?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/100778118104073601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/10/evil-things-ive-done-read-it-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/100778118104073601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/100778118104073601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/10/evil-things-ive-done-read-it-you-know.html' title='Evil things I&apos;ve done. (READ IT. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO)'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-4519657868018908972</id><published>2009-10-09T15:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:46:29.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partially drunk B-Hay'/><title type='text'>P-O-K-E-R    F-A-...... (How in the world do you spell that word??)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Question 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What is acceleration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Po-po-po-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;po-po-po-poker face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't read my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Can't read my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No he can't read my poker face....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"shut up Blue!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"focus focus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"I can do this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"okay. Qn 9"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"acceleration....ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; It's the distance travel by a.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Po-po-po-poker face...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"SHUT UP BLUE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"okay. sorry, Blue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"ok. qn 9"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"maaann....I should really stop talking to myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"you got that right"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"alright, quit it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"ok"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"stop it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Stop it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;OK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;tigilan mo na!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;aarrgghh...forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you've been wondering what in the world I'm doing up up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, ......I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alright, here' s the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This morning, I was having Physics paper 2 in some other class. I was assigned to sit behind the classroom and "attached" to this table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the hell, somebody vandalized the table!! (That's what HE said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(FYI not me.....I'm just saying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Not mentioning name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I looked down to my table and grinned dumbly to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanted to laugh soooo loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately, the teacher came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told HIM, my table's better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;POKER FACE LYRICS WRITTEN ON IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other classmates came and hovered around the table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughing hysterically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singing under their breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I wanna hold them like they do in Texas place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fold them, Let them, Hit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raise it baby, stay with me........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the past 5 min, I was staring at my table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With a stupid grin plastered on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Until now, the song is still stuck in my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the whole freakin' song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Oh yeah....I'm so moving on....who do you think you are huh? You think I can't do this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, you got it wrong. Cause by the time you realized that i still didn't moved on. Then you'll think that I'm thinking that you'll think that I think I can't move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU-GOT-IT-WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOO - YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You got that right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I'm already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M-O-V-.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What ever it spells. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(see I told you I need help in English....*cough* WITH English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So yeah, so I was saying "MOVING ON" next topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gosh....It's 4.35pm already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time sure flies when you're having F-U-.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Darn it! I should ask Aini to spell it for me again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I better check it out if I-carly's on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you wanna play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;come and play today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let's just get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pppssshhh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How stupid can I get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's the theme song in Zoey 101.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh great!! Just perfect it's already 4.42 pm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Blue just shut up!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yeah, I should really stop talking to myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"S-H-U-... Whatever how you spell it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just go!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6962920457241899269-4519657868018908972?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/4519657868018908972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/10/p-o-k-e-r-f-how-in-world-do-you-spell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/4519657868018908972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/4519657868018908972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/10/p-o-k-e-r-f-how-in-world-do-you-spell.html' title='P-O-K-E-R    F-A-...... (How in the world do you spell that word??)'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-4738286717090215578</id><published>2009-09-01T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:33:52.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Will you just read it already. Jeez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Aaahh...Chhoooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Aaaahh..Chhhooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sniff sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;*Blew tissue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;EEiiiwww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Crappy FLU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday, had a blast during teachers day. We performed for teachers day, we sang the climb, Burnin' up and I know you want me. It was Fun. They asked me to be hyper so that people singing with us be hyper too. So I just did my best and it turned out everybody seemed to be having fun.....I hope. Right after that, watched student and teacher games, went one of our teacher's house and watched Grey's Anatomy marathon. I guess they didn't noticed that I was lying&lt;br /&gt;on the sofa drifting off to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ssshh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Weird, I thought I heard camera clicking behind my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmmmm....Naahh must be the T.V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then she's off for teacher dinner thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bro. Erdie died. I heard from my mom and she told me all about it. Log-in in  face book saw few videos and messages of condolences. Cardiac arrest. Everybody was mournful about it. My mom wanted to cried but she didn't. She wants to be strong even though she felt like she lost a FATHER. Out of unexpected circumstances, I started to feel like i've lost my grandfather and wondered what if my REAL grandfather died. Would the feeling be much more worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Seems like I've found my inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All the things he had done for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He fought for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why in the world do I feel like studying??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is BAD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway, I'm typing *type type* in my brother's room. Oh yeah, before I forget. I thought I was gonna die yesterday. Cause I stole my brother's bag without permission. Actually, With permission, except that he said "NO". But I took it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;(You're such a bad girl, Blue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When he came back home, I forgot to close my brother's door. Oh Crap! He saw me and gave this staring eyes. Man......I thought I was gonna melt. Luckily, Bangs came into the scene and saved the day!!&lt;br /&gt;( Way the Go, Bangs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My brother is in the living room, listening to music from T.V. MTV channel I bet. While fiddling with his "NEW" Itouch. Crappy itouch. Have no idea how much I wanted to use it. If you know what I mean. *ahem ahem* Play games. Listen music. Go internet lah. Yupp yupp...All the things you can do on this computer. Yeah....Why would make my life miserable using that small screen while I have a screen right before my eyes, Size like a mini flat screened tv......Pfft..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Itouch...so what....pfft...What so good about it eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw the pics taken during teachers day. I'm starving. Who the heck is Tegan and Sara? I hope they look pretty. Nyahaha......*ahem ahem* I'm starving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I better grab some food to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-4738286717090215578?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/4738286717090215578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-you-just-read-it-already-jeez.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/4738286717090215578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/4738286717090215578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-you-just-read-it-already-jeez.html' title='Will you just read it already. Jeez...'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-2772323973679678643</id><published>2009-09-01T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T20:36:31.270+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad B-Hay'/><title type='text'>The Time has Come. R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Time has come&lt;br /&gt;The time that shocks the whole nation&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't believed&lt;br /&gt;What they have heard&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's GONE&lt;br /&gt;God has taken him&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;From us&lt;br /&gt;Tears were shed&lt;br /&gt;The sky had done its part&lt;br /&gt;(Rain)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He led us&lt;br /&gt;Along this battered path&lt;br /&gt;On his own&lt;br /&gt;WITH&lt;br /&gt;God on his side&lt;br /&gt;He fought to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;For us&lt;br /&gt;For God's nation&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now he's gone&lt;br /&gt;We&lt;br /&gt;Ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Be strong&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we know&lt;br /&gt;In the End&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In the Holy City&lt;br /&gt;We'll see each other again&lt;br /&gt;We will rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;WITH&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;While we stand&lt;br /&gt;We will always remember&lt;br /&gt;To thank&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;All the things that had done for us&lt;br /&gt;By&lt;br /&gt;Our Brother&lt;br /&gt;A father too&lt;br /&gt;Our leader&lt;br /&gt;The source of light&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He will always be in&lt;br /&gt;Our minds&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;Our heart&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we know&lt;br /&gt;He's in safe hands now&lt;br /&gt;Where we will be&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;br /&gt;(Copyright 2009)&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/6962920457241899269-2772323973679678643?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2772323973679678643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-has-come-rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2772323973679678643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2772323973679678643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-has-come-rip.html' title='The Time has Come. R.I.P.'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-2100288353277667275</id><published>2009-08-16T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:28:24.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunkard B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Why is this keep on happening to me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oooopsss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;tripped....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;oooppss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Slipped.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Walk Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;TAlk Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;ooppps....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;slipped again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;uh-oh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You know what that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm getting *coughcoughcough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why is this keep on happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This afternoon, went to church and saw Nie Nie. Wahloa....she've grown thin. She's with her new hubby. Hahaha......Anyway, I missed her actually. So psyched to see her AND MY HOPIA! Unfortunately, there's no hopia but I got her wedding souvenir and I think a stuff toy.   After I met her  I went straight to rehearsal....Man my body is aching like what. I need massage!! I'm so exhausted after hours and hours of rehearsals. My voice was breaking and its becoming more hoarse. This afternoon, I saw Pao. They were really back! Then we chatted a bit, its been a while. He never change. O Pao etoh na update ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Right now, we're in Jonana!! house singing karaoke. Having a blast! I think Nie nie and hubby coming too. So now I'm listening to them singing and waiting for my turn. Haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't stop singing!! When we were going home TO THE LRT, ON THE TRAIN, ON THE ROAD. I kept on singing non- stop!! You probably guessed that I'm drunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And the answer is..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CORRECT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Crap Crap Crap........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is this keep on happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, Here's some realizations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;1)  Top 3 Reasons (that I could think of) why in the world am I drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ans: 1. I ate.....or drink too much chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(oooohhh....Chocolate sounds good right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. I'm exhausted.....LET"S PARTYYYY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(1,2,3. uno, dois, treis....I know you want me. You know I want cha!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. I'm having toooooo much fun that I drunk myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Driving people crazy  by laughing their heads out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While having "FUN" seeing me drunking myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Don't know if there's such a word as "drunking"....ah what the heck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2)   Top 3 Reasons Why in the world I can't stop myself from being drunk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ans: 1. Because I LOOoooove CHOCOLATE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;(Where's my Chooccooolaate!?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2. You can't prevent me from being exhausted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You ask me to sit down for a while you'll see me dozing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;( I don't even think that's counted as being exhausted)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I can bet you that when you wake me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I"M A HAPPY DRUNK B-HAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LET"S PARTAAAYYY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3. You dare to kill the "JOY". I-WILL-SUCK-YOUR-BLOOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and give you a HICKEY! you you....FUN SUCKER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So there you have it TOP 3 REASONS why blah blah blah blah........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm outta here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-2100288353277667275?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2100288353277667275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/08/everybodys-coming-back-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2100288353277667275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2100288353277667275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/08/everybodys-coming-back-to-me.html' title='Why is this keep on happening to me?'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-8674726575400790887</id><published>2009-08-07T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:19:07.432+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>It's time for my..."Sayang sayang"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh just great....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have 4 personalities...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh wait....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I have  5 PERSONALITIES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sayang sayang~~....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we had National Day Celebration. Same old singing and dancing stuff. I just can't wait for the NDP performers to dance. At the same time me and N&amp;amp;N can laugh, sing and move with them. HAha!! Anyway, had loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;Right after that we had a carnival made from the sec 1 and 2. Most of them were begging us to visit their stalls. Eventually, we didn't bother either and stayed watching street netball. Sec 3 were losing to sec 4! ...Crap.&lt;br /&gt;I thought they were good but they've got dumped. No offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that. Me and my sayang started playing tennis ball. Just passed it around and run wherever it goes. Luckily, it didn't went into the pond. Then we went to the studio and practice some stuff. It was fun we sang and danced around. AWESOME......&lt;br /&gt;We played around and around. Unfortunately, the balloon we played hit here and there had popped right into my face. It just EXPLODE! Oh....jeez....I thought I was going to be blind. Dramatic scene came next. Everyone was gathering around me with their concern faces. Looking at their faces, I just walked back a bit and try to have fun with them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following, we went out and eat. Also to this red box.  We ate at Taman Jurong at spoon fork....fork spoon. Either one. Then right after our meal we chatted. I got soooo bored, I started messing around with my food. Adding all the chillies from every ones plates and put into my chicken rice soup bowl. Mixed it and add in an egg from umbrellas table. Then "ms frequency" noticed it and dared me to drink it in one go. For 5 bucks. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;First taste....."HEY!" nothing much happened. So after few re-considerations. I took a swigged and nothing happened. MAn....Few sec. later my lips, tongue, throat was burning like fire. I wanted to scream, "ms frequency" gave me 10 bucks for me to buy water. I was running, swearing and crying on my way to the drink stall. Mean while ALL OF THEM WERE LAUGHING. GREAT. Luckily, the other three didn't see it they were so engrossed talking to each other in the other table. I was jumping up and down waiting for the lady to serve me. I drank the whole bottle within  a min. without stopping. I just realized sayang took a video of the whole thing and I can't bare watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach was churning and I'm so bloated. The three came back and watched the video. They were laughing at it.  Right after that blazing hot...uugghh. We hang around a bit and "leypak" something...pronounce like (lakepark). We went to Jurong Park and played in the playground with my sayang. Next thing I knew, we were talking and talking and jumping and laughing all the time. I told her my story and she told her story. Fun actually. There are things I really shouldn't mention to her but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we went to McDonald and ate our dinner. We chatted. Whatever I say, they will laugh. What ever they say. I said,"what?" ....they laugh. They have this frequency between sayang and "ms frequency". That I just can't get it...They still laugh. Really, weird. Then my sayang always comparing me with one of her friends which was with us at the early part. Up up there. I kept on bragging on and on that I am not like her. We're 2 different people. She's very persistent. With just one personality, it just went up to 5 personalities. Excellent. Now, I have 5 split personalities. UUgghh...So anyway, I started calling them my "sayang" and "ms frequency". For some reason that I'm too lazy to say cause its already passed midnight. ZZzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;I"m Through......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm feel like a tail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Don't talk much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm like a statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You feel conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When I'm around huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Pretty obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;UUggghhh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&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/6962920457241899269-8674726575400790887?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/8674726575400790887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-time-for-mysayang-sayang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/8674726575400790887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/8674726575400790887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-time-for-mysayang-sayang.html' title='It&apos;s time for my...&quot;Sayang sayang&quot;'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-5989099660242237729</id><published>2009-07-31T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:56:43.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>NIght of our lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This is our night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Give all that we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;All we're going to have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Feel it until your hearts going to  explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just sway to the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Look straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Look at the camera rolling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Look at all the hundreds of people watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;SMILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;BIG SMILE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Look at the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;SING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday, right after CCA. Went straight home. Got a show to do. My mom was rushing me to get dressed immediately cause we're late. Put this on and that on. Get down to the car to The Chevron. When the show was about to start. Everyone in the back stage was nervous. Feel the intensity creeping through your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I've never done this before. I've done this almost  dozen times before. Yet, you know the feeling. Being infront of what like hundred audience. Felt like its always been your first time. The other groups were already performing. While the others at the backstage having a photo taking. Did it suddenly felt cold around us. All of us were looking at each other. Next thing we know we were up on the stage and singing. The crowd went wild. Clapping. For us.&lt;br /&gt;Get this thing over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, its the finale part. We did this some kind of dramatic thing. Finally, it's over. We all took photo taking of all the performers and audience. It was really fun. We're going to have this again on September 20 I think. Can't wait! That one will be EVEN MORE GRAND! Even more audience estimating almost thousand. HOPING. All of us were like celebrities. Photo here, Photo there. Run here. Run there. I"m exhausted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO!! NOooo!! I have to do the poster thingy all over again. Oh jeez..... I slept around 1.30 am. It's a school night. The following morning, I'm drifting to sleep in class once I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You looked at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Like you've never seen me before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Well I've tried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What I've been waiting for has arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thanks to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You made it come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hoping I'm not afraid anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yet Its still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The feeling that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You've told me this before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hundred of times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Come nearer I'll whisper it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You'll feel cold all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;B-HAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6962920457241899269-5989099660242237729?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/5989099660242237729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-of-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/5989099660242237729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/5989099660242237729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/night-of-our-lives.html' title='NIght of our lives'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-1332947497370894532</id><published>2009-07-31T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:18:32.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>I hate directing, trains, fast movement, slow movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Did the story had already begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yet to be begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story.....Loooong long time ago there was a rabbit and a tortoise......Okay okay. Gosh got to stop that.&lt;br /&gt;"Quit it, MAMA!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time i've done this, too busy with school and stuff. I've been sleeping a lot since I've come home from school. Few days ago, I started loosing appetite, don't know in the world why? I felt soooo hungry yet no appetite to eat. PERFECT. Just plain perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I better lose weight from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So recently we had this advertisement competition to go to. My job was to create a poster to suit our campaign. Its A LOT OF HARD WORK! First you have to take the photo which one of the teachers helped me. Oh yeah! Not to mention he always looked at me in a blur face. I have no idea why? He just looked at me with a "what?" on his face. I told him what I wanted yet giving me a "what?" face. Not helping. I guess his face meant to be that way. I don't blame him.&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just last week, we photo shoot in school. It wasn't what I imagined it would be. We just did it. BAM! There goes the photo with 2 students faces and a teachers back. Let me tell ya directing is H-A-R-D!!&lt;br /&gt;You have to do this and that. Run here. Run there.&lt;br /&gt;Crack your brain for answers.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what ms April felt directing us.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me 5 times to edit the poster. It made me stayed up until midnight right after our show at the Chevrons last mon. night. I drifted to sleep dozen of times while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went for the presentation. At first it was going smoothly, quite fast. Like one of the teacher told us. Like a train moving faster and faster. Then when it was my turn the train suddenly slowed down. Oh no....It's going to stop!!&lt;br /&gt;Right after me, the train started moving faster again...... I hate trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience. Experience. That's all I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;No entry. No entry. SO WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DONE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You went away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Keep thinking it's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Didn't you realize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;There's a tissue stuck to your butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Bet you think its done huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Pretty weird, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;B-HAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6962920457241899269-1332947497370894532?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/1332947497370894532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-directing-trains-fast-movement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/1332947497370894532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/1332947497370894532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-directing-trains-fast-movement.html' title='I hate directing, trains, fast movement, slow movement'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-6056217840520797476</id><published>2009-07-15T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:00:13.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melodramatic B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Expect the unexpected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I glimpse at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You glimpse at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I caught your glimpses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You caught my glimpses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How I wish it will be longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sooner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It became a stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I stared very hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You stared back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;How I wish it will be even more longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I borrowed this book from **Pikachu** the title is 'To forget you'.&lt;br /&gt;By the time I read the little summary behind...I felt like i wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why? Cause it reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;It's by Low Kay Hwa, I think some local writer.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I read this book and stayed in my room. At the same time I was not feeling pretty well. For the whole afternoon....Oh crap! I was crying more than you will ever know! This is the most saddest and romantic book I've ever read. I would really recommended to anyone. In the end, I don't know what happened to the superman he got knocked down towards the tree when he was riding his motorcycle. He was going to superland to meet superwoman for the first time after they broke up 6 months ago. Jeez....so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang binababasa ko toh. Ikaw lang iniisip ko.&lt;br /&gt;Sus ginuo! Mas lalo pa ako umiyak!&lt;br /&gt;Sus ginuo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the evening i forced myself to go for rehearsal for our presentation. By the way, its in 2 weeks time. So far we've got the blocking on stage and all the movements while singing. Pretty psyched about it. All I have to do is to memorize the song. So we got into the place and next thing I know I saw you and your sister came. I'm not expecting it to happened. But now I guess we should expect the unexpected after all. We rehearsed the songs and also done with recordings. Mean while the rest of the people were rehearsing I was playing with JJ she's so adorable. Then you came along holding her. Yet that didn't stopped me from playing with her. I glimpsed at you and you caught me looking at you.&lt;br /&gt;Out of unexpected circumstances, I started staring at you. Just everytime I did that you will also stared back. Gustong gusto kong ibalik ang lahat. Where it used to be, you know? =(&lt;br /&gt;You started talking to me....but not those conversation types.&lt;br /&gt;Not in my self-consciousness I hit you back with my lyrics paper. Then I thought back, "why did I do that?". Then you looked at me and walked away with JJ.&lt;br /&gt;Smooth move.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we've got the whole rehearsal done. Soon we finally got home. I felt so sick so I went to bed early. At around midnight, I heard my phone rang but I didn't bother reaching for it. I don't have enough strength to stand up. My cell phone was 2 meters away from me for crying out loud. So I just slept but through out the night I heard my cell phone kept on ringing all night long. I don't even bother to answer it. I am so sick........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning when I woke up I took my phone to check who was it.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was you......For the past 7 months. This was the first time you texted me again. I fell to my knees, I guess I'm still too weak.....&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care. I texted back and prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know I brought my dimples and mole to the rehearsal?&lt;br /&gt;So childish.....I know.&lt;br /&gt;While traveling in the car I was hugging it.&lt;br /&gt;I always did.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hugging it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why?&lt;br /&gt;It's cause of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Extracted from ' To forget you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;By: Low Kay Hwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;'to forget; To remember you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;'When you fall in love, you get controlled by your emotions; You will do the silliest and stupidest thing. You follow what your emotions tell you to do. And your emotions are controlled by the person you love deeply. Your lover's emotion are controlled by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Basically, when you are in love, you only laugh because he laughs, or you only cry becuase she cries. Emotions are no longer controlled by humans, but by the love showed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The power of love: So strong that you wonder hopelessly what had happened to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6962920457241899269-6056217840520797476?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/6056217840520797476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/expect-unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6056217840520797476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6056217840520797476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/expect-unexpected.html' title='Expect the unexpected.'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-3124693505694796210</id><published>2009-07-11T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:56:14.945+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Personal Fairytale.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm trying to walk normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Trying not to stumble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nor tripped over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I wanted to catch up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yet, I'm being left out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Everything seemed so normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yet, so awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we went to JJ's birthday for dinner. We gave her this really really cute teddy bear. I really wanted it but JJ comes first. Anyway, I have my dimple and mole  by my bed every night. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we gotten into the blocks we saw my brother picking us up cause we don't know where was it. We got there there's less people let since it's already pretty late. Awww JJ was in her stroller and she still looks cute. My gosh..... I gave her a barney gift wrapper with the very cute teddy bear inside. Then Straight away I went to the food section and picked out spaghetti and juicy tender hot dog.  I miss it so much.  So I've finally met his sisters and brother. Cousin and Titas'. They were actually pretty nice. Then I think one of his sister or was it cousin? Anyway, planning a facial on me , my mom and bros. To sum it all up. Practically, my whole family. We ate and talked and laughed. All those stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then they all started going home. We bid goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm the only one left behind with the whole celebrants family. My mom went up to their house to use the bathroom. All of the sudden HE came passing me by. I swear I froze up there few a moment. Then I realized I really missed him. Then his sister came up to me and even INTRODUCED HIM TO ME. Like we don't know each other at all. I wanted to say ,"hi" but he just blurted out "tumupad ka?" . I mumbled, "yes". My gosh....I looked so ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;To be honest when I saw him I thought to my self I should have come along with my mom. Yet, at the same time I'm still glad I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more awkward was that he was even being asked by her mom to bring us to the bus stop. My mom picked up one plastic bag full of food, while I wanted to picked up the other. He just grabbed the plastic bag that I wanted to carry and walked along with my mom. His carrying my load......awkward.&lt;br /&gt;I am so quiet while walking and both my mom and him were talking and talking. Mean while I'm tailing behind them and stumbling along the rocky path.&lt;br /&gt;All the while they were talking I wished that my mom would disappear for a moment and left with just the 2 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH!! LIKE THAT'S GONNA HAPPENED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gosh....this is so personal. So we reached the bus stop boarded the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-STORY ENDED-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Not much of a Fairytale huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But I can dream can't I?&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/6962920457241899269-3124693505694796210?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/3124693505694796210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-trying-to-walk-normally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3124693505694796210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3124693505694796210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-trying-to-walk-normally.html' title='Personal Fairytale.......'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-2937780322431683833</id><published>2009-07-11T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:00:26.880+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jaded B-Hay'/><title type='text'>My life is full of equations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Drowning down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;From my sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Solving an equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(Sleepless nights)  +  (Hateful dreams)   =   Y-O-U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Which is also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Equivalent to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;More Tea Bags...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(Equation solved)   =   ( Math A1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I got home. I'm soooo tired. I'm planning to sleep for the whole afternoon but turned out. Using computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning   =   FAILED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom saw me being sooo exhausted and started whining about how tired i was. I should get some sleep. I better not use the computer.  All those yakity yakity yap..... I'm wasn't listening carefully because my mind was drifting away. My conscious was failing me. How could you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;It all add up to more scoldings.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(consciousness)  =  FAILED  =  More SCLODINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave it all up, and slumped back to my parents bed. I can't move and drifting to sleep while my mom was talking to me. She was so in a rush to get to church and told me not to go anymore. Yet, I forced my head to wake up and trudged towards my room and to the bathroom and dressed up.  Seating at the back of the car, listening to my mp3 and drifting back to sleep. So many equations to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking up to church, I suddenly felt so unworthy. Like I don't belong here anymore. Feelin' like what's the point of coming here when you're not worthy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...That's the reason why I forced myself to go to church that day.&lt;br /&gt;Being unworthy...Is to make you're self worth more than you thought you worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not understand this.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to do something about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm here praying. To give myself up and be worthy enough to be in front of you. I hope you'll Understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and slumped back to me bed. Didn't even bother to wash my hand. I know how much my mom trying to enforce the rule of washing your hands once you go out. But all I cared about is to get some sleep. So  I just grabbed my hand sanitizer and washed. Went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope no more equations to come, it will only make my life more complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...Later on, It's LJ's birthday and I hope It will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Question 10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(Y-O-U)  +  (M-E)  =  ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So far that's the only equation that I can't solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6962920457241899269-2937780322431683833?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2937780322431683833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-is-full-of-equations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2937780322431683833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2937780322431683833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-life-is-full-of-equations.html' title='My life is full of equations.'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-626574649637640426</id><published>2009-07-11T12:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:50:11.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Hang out.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You Never Looked Back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You thought that it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Actually it isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;If you look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'll be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bet, you think it's over, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to Jurong East Regional Library to catch up with Aini, Nadiah, and Andala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also to return Aini's books from Hnin Lett. Anyway, when I reached there, I really missed the smell of the library. It's like i've never been there for ages! Went downstairs to the children s corner near the stage. I saw Nadiah seating in the small children chair doing Hw. She's so tedious now adays. No idea why? I should be more like her....hmmmm....Not gonna happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We stayed at the library for few hours. Searching and searching for childrens books for their Gift of reading. Mean while Nadiah was whinning about going home....being hungry. Aini complaining about few people came to go book hunting for their Gift of reading. Me, Nadiah and Aini went up to eat at this Cafe Galilee...pretty expensive name huh. Their food pretty expensive too but delicious. We ate some brownies and to top it off, an ice-cream on top. hhmmm delicious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In advance, I immediately warned them about me getting drunk in a few moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I could already feelin' it while Andala and Aini went up to the 4th floor. I'm seating in front of Nadiah eating. I'm urging it all in, preventing it to leaked out. I really have a weird behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadiah started talking about why I'll always get drunk when I eat chocolate. It's because of too much sugar. She's probably right. To be honest while she was talking my mind was flying off some place else. The only thing I could remember was ".....too much sugar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm now recollecting everything and that's what i've got so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Around 5 something we set off, leaving their Gift friends. We walked past this some kind of food stalls. Selling food of course. Andala bought some kind of a banana food thingy, a burger and a long long long stick. Which they all say its a fish meat. Fish meat? It looks like a green coloured bread stick to me. It does smelled like a fish though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Aini bought the same thing and she gave me a bit. I started sniffing it all in and they were all like, " why are you smelling the food??!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY! I'm born like that. I smell food when I'm not familiar with it. People who saw me doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL...I swear...they WILL have the VERY SAME REACTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Puh-lease....Like they've never done it before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psshhh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Out of awkward circumstances, I started mumbling none sense. Only for a few moments. I started stop talking cuase you'll never know what will come out of my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SCHUSS!!&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/6962920457241899269-626574649637640426?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/626574649637640426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-low-battery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/626574649637640426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/626574649637640426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-low-battery.html' title='Hang out.....'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-4060565868465290820</id><published>2009-07-06T16:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:03:59.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melodramatic B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I hate my dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I woke up this morning from my drunkenness last night.&lt;br /&gt;I had a horrible dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;***You were there. We were chatting in MSN then I asked you out. We went to a mall, we were walking around. I tried to hold your hand and you let me. You were wearing you're normal t-shirt and basketball shorts. While we were walking, you have this blank stare. Like you don't even wanna be with me. It was a horrible feeling for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: are you busy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You: Yah. I have to go somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you went away from me and went down the escalator leaving me behind. I'm staring at you while you were going away. I walked towards the exit of the mall and realized I should have asked my driver to fetch me home. I also realized that I'm wearing a very grand dress. I must have spent so much time preparing for our meet. Instead it went nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around the mall and saw my friend. She asked me to go down the escalator cause she saw you there. So we went and I can't believed what my eyes saw. You were having a dinner with a girl. You were also wearing a suit and the girl was wearing a tube dress. To be honest the girl was chubby and I can't believed you changed me to some chubby girl. Yet, she looked rich. Once you saw me, you stood up and went up the stairs followed by the girl. I got hold of you hand and asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: where are you going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You: I have some business to attend to. (walked away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;From that time on. I started crying seems like between us were finally over. I logged in to my MSN and I saw you're message beside your name. Saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want to........(.......)........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what does that mean.****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I woke up and I realized my face was wet. They were tears. Even in my dreams my crying never stops. I miss you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to do something about this and I can't let that happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pretty weird dream really and it hurts.&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/6962920457241899269-4060565868465290820?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/4060565868465290820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-hate-my-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/4060565868465290820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/4060565868465290820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-hate-my-dream.html' title='Sometimes I hate my dream.'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-6508971368877004634</id><published>2009-07-06T16:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:01:10.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunkard B-Hay'/><title type='text'>The seriousness of being drunk.....Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Continuing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While we were waiting for the elevator, Ate Jona started singing and I started singing along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even inside the elevator, I started singing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"igiling giling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;igiling giling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;igiling mo para matunaw ang taba"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then they were all dancing along. There were me, Phoebe, Ate Grace, Ate Jona and ka Rodel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Grace and ate Jona hataw sa dancefloor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When we arrived at the ground floor, I started changing the song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Di ko kayang tanggapin na mawawala ka na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sa akin napakasit ng marinig na aywa mo na saakin....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THen they were all laughing and messing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Song change to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" Ay Ay Ay pag-ibig,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nakakakilig parang sine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;bawat eksena...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;change it to April Boy songs......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It was hilarious!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;They were all laughing their hearts out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then changed into Careless whisper then they danced like a macho dancers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHAHA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While we were walking towards the LRT. I can't stop singing. They can't stop laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then my phone rang it my mom I immediately put my self to silence and answered it. They were all laughing with my reactions. She started interogating me....Qn I can't aswer I quickly handed over to my brother. It's much more safer that way. I started singing again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When we boarding the train, I'm still singing and they were still laughing. They can't telling me that I'm drunk. That will never stop me, as long they were still laughing I'm still carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then Phoebe's phone rang and its her father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know what's gotten into me and suddenly blurted out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're safe with us".....My actions were like a drunkard man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She told her father that she's with me and my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;She put down the phone and said, "tinamaan ng magaling".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;We are so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I started talking none sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Don't worry you're safe with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Them: (laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Jona: Lagot ka sa tatay nyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: eh..at least masaya naman sya. Saya mo noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Them: (laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: saya noh. Next time sama ka ulit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Them: (laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate Jona: etoh nagyaya pa o. (laughing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So that was about it. We brought Phoebe home, My stomach still hurts and I finally got into a comfy bathroom. Then I sleep in.&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/6962920457241899269-6508971368877004634?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/6508971368877004634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriousness-of-being-drunkpart-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6508971368877004634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6508971368877004634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriousness-of-being-drunkpart-2.html' title='The seriousness of being drunk.....Part 2'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-6970953751867751224</id><published>2009-07-06T14:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:01:18.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunkard B-Hay'/><title type='text'>The seriousness of being drunk.....Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It hurts....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I can't move....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I wanna get out of this suck fest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I want to...to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;BREAK FREE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Woohooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Everybody its karaoke time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Break it down y'all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had THE - BEST  time. Last night I got real drunk due to my hurts and pains. I just can't take you know. Next thing I knew I'm singing non-stop. my friends were tellin' me that i'm already drunk but actually I'm not. REALLY I"M NOT!! HAHA!!! see? I"m not drunk. HAH! just kiddin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright start from the beginning. Yesterday, we went to church. Inside the function hall they were having a seminar about H1N1 preventions and stuff. So I just listened. I totally forgot about the processional song that we were supposed to be memorizing. Crap! So rushed into it and try to memorize it. All together there were 2 languages needed to memorize. So far i'm only on the first language. I'm runnin' out of time! All the other choir members were already finishing up with the 2nd song. Oh jeez!! Later on we will be havin written exam on it to test if you really had it memorize. I'm so screwed. Through this intense plight a voice came crashing into me. It's my best friend, looking at him singing the song. Really brought out alot of memories that I miss a lot. Anyway, When the practice started it's already 4pm = the possibility of not having the exam.&lt;br /&gt;Wooohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;And it actually worked, thanks for the H1N1 seminar.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry po no offence po......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam was posponed till next week = more time to make the song perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after the practice we went down stairs meeting up with some choir friends. We were supposed to be waiting for 10 min. for another practice for the Anniversary of the church, we have our own numbert production. When we sang the song it was incredibly NICE...more than nice. Its..Its...Fascinating, excellent. All those great big big words that describes that song. Even though, it is quite high pitch song, yet we will do our best  to show that we can do it. Our song for the local anniversary were even much more higher pitch than this. Really. So what's the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Right after that. We went downstairs, me and my brother. Went up to ate Grace then we talked. Whether where do we go now. Turned out to be they wanted to go to Orchard and its raining heavily. The bus stop is a long long way out. Still that doesn't stop them. Ate Grace called ate Jona where were they and they were in Orchard. She kept on tellin her to go to her house and stay for a while cause later on we will go to ate Lanie's house for dinner. I shouted at the speaker that I wanted to see also the careless whisper by Hayden koh and Halili.&lt;br /&gt;Out of my self- consciousness, I started dancing like a stripper in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;She started laughing hysterically and pushed me.&lt;br /&gt;Worse, It's just outside our church and people were watching. Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking towards the bus stop with our umbrellas open. Ate Grace started asking me about my crushes. UUhhhhh.....worse qn. It only reminds me of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation kind of turned out like this. Not quite remembering what&lt;br /&gt;exactly the words are. So what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: So are they saying to when will you have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yah....well, they say after I graduated. But I don't if its gonna work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: Ohh...So you do have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Of course....(how to translate "hindi naman mawawala yun eh")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: ( surprised)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (started thinking about him again after all this months kept thinking his out of my life  but actually his still inside me).....Yupp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of weird circumstances we started talking about girls. To be honest for me when I see handsome and cute boys. I will really looked at them. Yet, when a beautiful and cute girl passes me by my eyes would wonder off somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at Orchard we went to lucky plaza to meet up with ate Jona, Turned out to be she's with ka Rodel and Ka Aris. We went up to the 2nd floor and ate at Happy V former Jolly V. The food there was fantastic! It reminds me of Jollibee in the philippines. Missing it so much. Right after that we went to Fajar where ate Lanie lives. We waited at the Mcdonald and chatted a little bit. Around 30 min later, they arrived and they were with ka bro. a.k.a. Ka Allan, Phoebe (how did she able to go out with her strict parents? I wonder). We walked to her house. We ate and sing at wow magic sinc. All our scores were zero cause the mic is not working. But we all had fun. I have the urged to listened to the song careless whisper. But they won't let me. We sang to some happy songs and sad songs. Once they got too much of my powerful beggings they finally gave in . They allowed me to sing careless whisper. Dance with as well. Hah! We were all like drunk people. It's late at night and we were still wide awake singing our voices out. By the time we're going home, I started having stomach aches.&lt;br /&gt;And if I have a really painful stomach you don't ever wanna messed up with me. Cause I really will get really really drunk. Now, that's really the reason why I got so drunk last night. It's not because I drank some alcohol or something. By the smell of it makes me sick, worse, if I drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing part 2. This entry was just toooo long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-6970953751867751224?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/6970953751867751224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriousness-of-being-drunkpart-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6970953751867751224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6970953751867751224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/07/seriousness-of-being-drunkpart-1.html' title='The seriousness of being drunk.....Part 1'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-6907445076439575828</id><published>2009-06-28T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:02:48.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melodramatic B-Hay'/><title type='text'>You are not alone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm smilin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can you see?&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Masakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Like you always sees me. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;napakaskit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Behind those smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A girl so fragile.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; sobrang sakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love this song....This describes everything the fragile girl wanted to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You Are Not Alone"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By: Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Another day has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm still all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; How could this be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're not here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You never said goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Someone tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Did you have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And leave my world so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; How did love slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Lone, 'lone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Why, 'lone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Just the other night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I thought I heard you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Asking me to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I can hear your prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Your burdens I will bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But first I need your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Then forever can begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Everyday I sit and ask myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; How did love slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Something whispers in my ear and says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Whisper three words and I'll come runnin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And girl you know that I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Though you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I am here to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For you are not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For I am here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Though we're far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You're always in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; For you are not alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/6962920457241899269-6907445076439575828?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/6907445076439575828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-not-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6907445076439575828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6907445076439575828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-not-alone.html' title='You are not alone....'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-5158232445065096231</id><published>2009-06-26T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:03:11.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shocked B-Hay'/><title type='text'>The shockers of reality.....it stings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We may looked eye to eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We may shed tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We may have different reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We may have different views.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Only one thing will always be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Missing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This morning I logged in to MSN and I found out that Michael Jackson died 2 pm something in Los Angeles (5 am something Singapore time), Thursday. I was shocked.... Jeez. He died?  of cardiac arrest. I thought he died cause he melted under the sun. Or too much bleach in his body and its eating him ALIVE! Unfortunately, he didn't... bummer. =P  It's all over the news,  Entertainment tonight, TFC...Maybe, channel 5 too. Didn't watch it. We drove to church this  afternoon its in the radio too. Playing his songs.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty shocking eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What's more shocking I heard in the radio there's a news about a 2 -yr old Chinese boy smokes a packet of cigarette per day. SHOCKER!! He started smoking at 18 months old and he learned it from his father. HIS OWN FREAKING FATHER!! His father was the one who taught him because i think that he think the child had some issues. To shut the kid up, the father can't think of anything sensical! He taught the 18 month old boy to smoke! Come on man! Parents should be the one telling the kids NEVER to smoke. YET, this father taught his child to smoke. What did your parents taught you, huh?? (referring to the father) Come on, be stupid some place else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A complete shocker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;EVEN MORE MORE SHOCKING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I HAVE A FREAKING ADMIRER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't even know this guy. I just found out from my mom's friend. She told me that the mom met up with her. The mom of the guy talked about me and asked her to some kind of asked about me to the guy. Very hard to explain. Anyhow, My mom's friend told my mom and my mom didn't even tell me a single thing. To be honest she won't tell me those stuff even if i try. So i begged and begged my mom's friend to tell me. She won't budge. Need some back-up here mafia bros. Hehee....Just kiddin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mmmmmm......I wonder who could it be??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's just see..who owns up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah, another thing. My friend a girl just told me that she's felling in love with me. Cause of my beauty. Muhahaha....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Face the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Reality hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;No matter what, you have to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;So now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm facing the reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;It stings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;yet, nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;cause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm standing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Thinking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Du und mich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&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/6962920457241899269-5158232445065096231?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/5158232445065096231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/shockers-of-realityit-stings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/5158232445065096231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/5158232445065096231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/shockers-of-realityit-stings.html' title='The shockers of reality.....it stings.'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-3482906057477276001</id><published>2009-06-25T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:04:29.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easy B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Hakuna matata.......No worries......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Imprintment....&lt;br /&gt;You imprint your self to me.&lt;br /&gt;With 2 straws in just 1 drink.&lt;br /&gt;With only 1 drinker.&lt;br /&gt;A habit that you imprinted to me.&lt;br /&gt;It can never ever erase.&lt;br /&gt;EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, me, my brother and mom went to church but it turned out we don't have to. So I just searched for my brothers and talked and talked as we walked to the car. Well, not actually to my brothers but to Dannah because she was begging me to buy her a scientific calculator. I was thinking I got another calculator at home that I'm not using then I would give it to her. Made her pay for it. Will that work? =P Smart move huh? I still refused to give her one.....I bid her goodbye very loudly...i swear VERY LOUD so that my best friend could hear it. He was walking to the opposite direction. But I guess he didn't hear it. =(&lt;br /&gt;But I just let go of it. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;While in the car me and my brothers were messing around with the sun roof to open it up real wide. So that we can stick our heads out. When my dad came to the car, he scolded us for playing a fool. He re parked the car near the church and while waiting for my older brother. My 3rd brother were begging my dad to get him a new cell phone cause his contract was already over 3 days ago. He didn't even realized it. Swell.  The talk were revolving around cell phones , blackberry, O2, M1.....all that stuff. I couldn't even care less. I was just listening to them. Then my mind would fly off somewhere else. As we drove home we talked and talked. Until a big revelations came. About my brother always running away from chores. He was always in the bedroom playing computer then if my mom came and searching for him he would hide inside the cabinet. I caught him once or twice before. He is so big yet he could still fit in in the cabinet.......O-o&lt;br /&gt;And stealing coins from my dad's pocket. I caught him loads of times then after he did that he still have the courage to asked my dad for another coins.&lt;br /&gt;Smart fella let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;My other brothers were against him too ...it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Now my mom found out everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Also his hide out and how he mysteriously disappear from his bed room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some arrangements, we went out and eat in the nearest Mr Teh Tarik since its the only place open late at night. Actually, I dreaded to go there. Just because of one....ONE!! incident. It was so stupid. Too lazy to tell the details...maybe next time. Luckily, when we got there there were less people and the man was not there. Great relief there.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brothers ordered up roti pratas and drinks. We ate  and ate until we drop. I'm so full!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm staying late right now because I'm waiting for something....Or was it someone?&lt;br /&gt;Not you pao.....&lt;br /&gt;I'm all alone in the living room with the tv on. Watching Timon and Pumba and talking about hakuna matata for the next generation....what?&lt;br /&gt;Still no sign of something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember the song.&lt;br /&gt;                                       "HAKUNA MATATA" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not "HANNAH MONTANA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means.&lt;br /&gt;"NO WORRIES"&lt;br /&gt;It will all come back.&lt;br /&gt;He'll come around.&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/6962920457241899269-3482906057477276001?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/3482906057477276001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/hakuna-matatano-worries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3482906057477276001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3482906057477276001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/hakuna-matatano-worries.html' title='Hakuna matata.......No worries......'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-2968970812257035719</id><published>2009-06-23T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:04:40.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Lost and found.....Let's get LOST!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Why am I such a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wanted to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Inside my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm screaming like a lunatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I scurried away like a mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This afternoon, I went to Moelc, Bishan to borrow German books. FYI, I dreaded to go there sooooo MUCH!!! Well, maybe not if only my best friend would accompany me. =( Unfortunately, my best friend seemed unavailable for quite a while and I'm already missing him. So anyhow, I went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; its freakin' raining!! Luckily, I brought an umbrella for protection. I boarded the MRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; train and listening to my music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All of the sudden there is this group of boys about my age went up in front of me and started fooling around. They were laughing like a lunatic. I swear. Then one of them was facing the door then the other went up to the guy, get a hold of the guys' head and banged it on the door. BANG!! My gosh! It got to hurt....Then the other were laughing. I was minding my own business when one of the boys came up the guy (who just got his head banged....great migraine there.) and kind of kicked him. I have no idea where but the guys' bending down covering his *ahem*. So you probably know where....OUCH! Eventually, my brief of entertainment ended when they departed at Sembawang. AAwwww.... So I arrived at the LC and its deserted. I walked inside the gate then the guards started shouting, one man with a bike doing some arm signal on me then the female guard in the canteen were shouting then man with the bike started shouting. I can't make out what in the world are they talking about. All of them were shouting. It seemed like they don't want me there. If only I could tell them. " So do I...I don't ever wanna meet you people either. I don't even wanna go back to this crappy place ever again." Then I heard "GIRL!!" I looked everywhere and in the counter I saw nobody. I looked over the counter and saw the Indian guard. Man, his short....No offense. I went up the library and looked for the books.  I handed it over to the lady in the counter and she started to interviewed me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: What's your school? I have to do this again. I never update my computer then all the data lost...*sigh*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yuan Ching Sec. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: Yuuuaannn cchhiinnggg sseeeccc..... *while typing* What's your class in your school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: 3E1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: Thhrreee EEeeeee Ooonneeee...* while typing* Yuan Chin sec. That one in jurong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: *crap I don't even know how to answer. I don't even know where is it resides to.* uuuuhhh.....Behind the Lake side MRT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: Lake side ah. Very far. Like 1 hour ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yah....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That's why I don't want to go to school&lt;/span&gt;. *actually I mumbled it. I guess she didn't heard it*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lady: ok. Here you go. Happy reading. Take care. *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: ok. bye. *smile and leave*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to get out of there. I started to feel  nausea. Damn. My stomach started churning. Must be my thing. I tried out this new MRT station in Bishan. I went down the escalator and up to the ticket booth. I just followed the signs to NORTH - line train. Then I ended up in one HUMONGOUS PLACE and I don't know where the hell am I. There were escalators everywhere. There were Ups and downs. I walked and walked where my legs would carry me.  All the signs were pointing up. Where up? In the ceiling? I swear I stared up the ceiling and think. Then I turned to the corner then there is this one passage and a dead end too. I looked left and right both have escalators. Damn it. Now I have to crack my brain, which one to choose and I realized. "I'm LOST....". O-o     What the heck, I went up to the right side escalator. I don't care where in the world it will bring me. If I got lost again. Please please....let it bring me to heaven. Finally!!! I reached my destination. Then there is this old man started to wonder "where in the world did&lt;br /&gt;you come from?" He even looked down from the escalator and scratch his head.......Funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;That new place was soooo BIG!! It's like a huge shopping mall.....Great job for the engineers. *clap clap*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Right after I got lost to that HUMONGOUS PLACE. I went to the library at Jurong East. Borrowed 2 books and left. I really wanted to leave because my legs were wobbly, my stomach were churning. I really wanted to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so Jaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm Jaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;From the path I've been traveling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm Jaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;From the things that's hovering over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But I will never be jaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;When it comes to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Cause you're my source of energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6962920457241899269-2968970812257035719?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2968970812257035719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-and-foundlets-get-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2968970812257035719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2968970812257035719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-and-foundlets-get-lost.html' title='Lost and found.....Let&apos;s get LOST!!!'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-7870500648765782450</id><published>2009-06-22T22:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:05:02.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyed B-Hay'/><title type='text'>My times of enjoyments.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't get you out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                           I'm losing my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;AAaaaahhh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THe horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The horror!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;This afternoon, my parents and me wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;t out. We went out to pick up my brother from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;So my dad d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;rive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;d until Eunos an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;d then I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; realize we were not heading to the airport but to some car merchandise places. We parked and my parents started checkin' out some car tyres. That place was too st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;uffy an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;d it's v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ery hot. So I sat down in the bench outside the shop and watch 2 men. Putting the rubber tyres on the metal rim, I watch them over and over again. I actually found it f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ascinating. I have no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; why. Anyway, I went inside the shop and I'm astounded to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; walls an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;d &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;walls of metal rims for cars.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-X0wEAD1I/AAAAAAAAADw/Go4esjV1qmM/s1600-h/22-06-09_1722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-X0wEAD1I/AAAAAAAAADw/Go4esjV1qmM/s320/22-06-09_1722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161814850113362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-X1LEhajI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iqlue0Zn3xY/s1600-h/22-06-09_1723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-X1LEhajI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iqlue0Zn3xY/s320/22-06-09_1723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161822100056626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-X1Shv8HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/f54A7W_AWKE/s1600-h/22-06-09_1728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-X1Shv8HI/AAAAAAAAAEA/f54A7W_AWKE/s320/22-06-09_1728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161824101691506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-X1mZKBmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AA2hUK9tqNs/s1600-h/22-06-09_1729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-X1mZKBmI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AA2hUK9tqNs/s320/22-06-09_1729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350161829434361442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;So we went around and round the shop and took some pictures using my cell phone. Hope nobody sees it. =P My mom saw this metal rim and I kind of like it too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-Y1WDRq7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/yLwUp6gy_fs/s1600-h/22-06-09_1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-Y1WDRq7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/yLwUp6gy_fs/s320/22-06-09_1721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350162924559248306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So moving on, So we went outside and there were MORE tyres. Man, tyres are everywere!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-ZrpENkJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sLsJ_jSH2xs/s1600-h/22-06-09_1739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-ZrpENkJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sLsJ_jSH2xs/s320/22-06-09_1739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350163857376383122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While I was sitting on the bench outside I kind of miss the streets of the Philippines. I felt like I'm there. Then I found this Alleyway that I kind of realized is quite nice for pictorial for different tastes. Even with the tyres with it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-aoElRVkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/trhHBPhG9yk/s1600-h/22-06-09_1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-aoElRVkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/trhHBPhG9yk/s320/22-06-09_1737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164895554950722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-an54vgMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j11ad-qmKH8/s1600-h/22-06-09_1736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-an54vgMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j11ad-qmKH8/s320/22-06-09_1736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350164892683829442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe, few arrangements and it will suit perfectly. I kind of like dark alleyways...If you know what I mean. HAhaha....JOKE! So right after that we went back to the car and I'm telling you we have a looooong stretch to walk.....By the time we arrived at the car, I'm already sweating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cOaeYMRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AxTJZ8YEIcg/s1600-h/22-06-09_1741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cOaeYMRI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AxTJZ8YEIcg/s320/22-06-09_1741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350166653778276626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;See? I told you so. Our car is straaaiiiigghhtttt in the end of this loooong stretch of cars. I'm exhausted!! So we went around the place and you never get to beleived of what I see at the back of the building.....IT'S FULL OF CRAP CARS!! At first I didn't get to take the pictures. So my dad went around the place again so that I could take pictures. See for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cPx2yxUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BS8fUXHi7w4/s1600-h/22-06-09_1751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cPx2yxUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BS8fUXHi7w4/s320/22-06-09_1751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350166677234566466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cQC0bDeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FWq4LksyfGA/s1600-h/22-06-09_1752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cQC0bDeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FWq4LksyfGA/s320/22-06-09_1752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350166681788026338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cPW7XMtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BCliiBRZLs4/s1600-h/22-06-09_1750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cPW7XMtI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BCliiBRZLs4/s320/22-06-09_1750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350166670005973714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at those wrecked cars!! It was AWESOME!! I never see rows of wrecked cars before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh yeah! Not to mention their multiple car parks is freaking high. So when I saw the entrance, It freaked me out cause look at this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cO08ntpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R92iwPA567Y/s1600-h/22-06-09_1749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-cO08ntpI/AAAAAAAAAFA/R92iwPA567Y/s320/22-06-09_1749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350166660884444818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like your going straight to heaven. Hehehe....Like there's nothing in there. Car park to heaven if you may prefer. I realized, How aweshum can this place get?? Plus when we were near the exit we saw this 2 vintage cars. IT WAS OUT OF THIS WORLD....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fuB-EXLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rxcuObiD54A/s1600-h/22-06-09_1756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fuB-EXLI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rxcuObiD54A/s320/22-06-09_1756.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170495491005618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fuYqry3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/6OwFT6KnPLA/s1600-h/22-06-09_1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fuYqry3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/6OwFT6KnPLA/s320/22-06-09_1757.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170501583719282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So after that awesome sightseeing. We went straight to the airport. At the car park we saw this entrance with the long metal bar moving up and down was broken down. Some cars must be very aggresive and broke the metal bar. Whoa...Take it easy man. HAH! Once I stepped inside the airport, I started to feel hungry. So I asked my dad for some cash so that I can eat to this small restaurant in the airport. Their meal is quite expensive but my dad allowed me to eat, so what the heck. Might as well not ruined the moment. I ate this Spaghetti with chicken ham and it cost me - I mean my dad $11.80. Tasted great by the way even though its quite bland. Hey, I'm very hungry. You give me anything to eat, I will found it delicious. Just as long its FOOD and EDIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fuvTed1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i3bovRsc-P8/s1600-h/22-06-09_1811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fuvTed1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/i3bovRsc-P8/s320/22-06-09_1811.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170507660392274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fuzbZhVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ArSyhqMgY40/s1600-h/22-06-09_1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fuzbZhVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ArSyhqMgY40/s320/22-06-09_1835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170508767364434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While waiting for my brother me and mymom stumble across this man wearing Wowowee Jacket. I always wanted one. Wowowee is a very popular game and entertainment show in the philippines and they will give you the jacket if the host came up to you in the audience or your the one playing the game. It's really a very entertaining show. You better watch it. So I pointed to my mom to show her the jacket and she was surprised. So all the while I felt like I'm stalking the man just to get a snapped 2 pictures!! I'm telling you its a hard work. Me and my mom sneaked up behind the man, then I would asked my mom if my brother arrived yet. Then I snapped and snapped with my cell phone. Swell. I hope I won't get arrested for this. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fvFtEJ9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/fpROwWQt9pY/s1600-h/22-06-09_1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-fvFtEJ9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/fpROwWQt9pY/s320/22-06-09_1854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170513673299922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-f0ZNNC_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Hb0anClpE8g/s1600-h/22-06-09_1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-f0ZNNC_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Hb0anClpE8g/s320/22-06-09_1857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350170604807719922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So we went outside, where my dad is... of course in the smoking area. And showed him the pictures. He told us that he saw him before. He was at the smoking area too. My dad wanted to ask him if he knows Willie Revillame but he didn't unfortunately. We headed back inside and now there were dozens of people arriving. Unlike, when we arrived it was almost totally deserted except for some employees of course. So we saw my brother and headed back to the car. My brother took out CD of Willi Revillame and Jed Madela. My mom was so eager to listen to Willi Revillame songs ( by the way its the songs from the show), my dad helped her to popped up the cd to the audio and we listen as we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" Igiling giling igiling giling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;igiling mo para matunaw ang taba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;igiling giling igling giling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hayaan mong mata nila ay lumuha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;............"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When that song started to play my mom started dancing at the front seat and my dad started singing along. Probably, typical teenagers would find it embarassing or ridiculous but for me I found it hilarious. Not because of embarrassment or what but becasuse I'm actually enjoying myself too. The song was catchy man.... So as we went to church ( changed of destination) my mom was dancing ( actually just flinging her arms all around and tried to move her butt. Quite hard move actually because of seat belt.) and dad singing. Me? well singing too. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When we arrived at church we dropped off my brother because of some meeting. We went home right away. Oh-my-gulay. I'm exhausted telling all this stories. I got to eat ice cream from the philippines, flavour makapuno (coconut) and ube (don't know whow to translate).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So its "MAGNOLIA TIME!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Babuuuyy~~~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-7870500648765782450?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/7870500648765782450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-times-of-enjoyments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/7870500648765782450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/7870500648765782450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-times-of-enjoyments.html' title='My times of enjoyments.......'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj-X0wEAD1I/AAAAAAAAADw/Go4esjV1qmM/s72-c/22-06-09_1722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-3071114018502673003</id><published>2009-06-21T18:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:39:51.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed B-Hay'/><title type='text'>My Unfortunate events........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I wanna talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;But you went away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ooked for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You're no where to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;You evaporated in thin air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Nothing but hallucination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday, we went to west coast, for socia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;izing. I bet its boring cause my bros. and some friends are not gonna be there. Swell. So we arrived at the bbq pit and saw like 10 people there. great. For the p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ast 3 hours, the only thing I did was sit, stare, drink, walk.....and being drowned by the bore fest. But then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; came with his paren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ts, hoping to get a chat with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. Apparently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; too busy taking care of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; little sister. I just sat around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; playing my music with my guitar. Then I asked Gerald where is the playground. It's in the far end of west coast. Excellent. For another 30 min. I sat, drink, eat,play my music, doing pourly nothing. Until, the time that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; had to leave. I'm guessing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; having a game and ended up no conversation ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e. I didn't even know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; coming for socializing cause they were in different group alread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;y. So I felt so ridiculously sad when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; left and I didn't even get to say goodbye. 15 min later, I came looking for my parents...they're GONE!! I can't see them anywhere. So I told some of the adults there that my pare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nts left me behind and I left them so worried. I called my parents and they were on their way to church and they will come back right after the service. Now, I'm independent.  Any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;way, I asked Gerald, Geoffrey and Nicko as well to come along with me to the playground since they were the only one I could relate to.....Guess what. ALL the little kids tagged along with us. Now, I'm like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; a baby sitter s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ince I'm the oldest in the group. Smooth move. I shouted at them to stop running around. I ran after them until I ran out of breath. They were so WILD!! Too hyper for me. At last!! we arrived at the playground safe and still alive. Unfortunately,  it started to drizzle.....Fantastic! Can this day get any better??!! Then they all were running around the sand yelling " umuulan na!! umuulan na!!" isn't obvious?? We hurried back to the bbq pit.....All of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; started running around AGAIN. No point yelling at them. I'm lethargic. When we arrived the parents were worried sake and started fussing around with their children. Giving them umbrellas or putting cloth over their head. As for me, something started bothering me and s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tarted thinking about it. Not even care about th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e rain pouring down on me nor getting wet. All of the sudden, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; mom seemed worried abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ut me cause i'm under the drizzle but i told her i'm ok. Yet, she took out a small hanky with a picture of winnie the pooh in it and put it over my head. It's LJ's hanky (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; little sister). Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;anks by the way. So we just sat there doing nothing and all the dads' were still using the bbq pit, cooking, chicken wings, sausages on stick, and some weird pig's fat something. It really looks weird. It's like they sucked the fat out of the pig and put it on stick and bbq-ed it. Everyone lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ves it. Nice. While I can't even imagine letting that thing touch my lips. No No...Yuck! It's getting darker now. Then all the little kids came running to me asking me to play my music. They asked me If I know Miley Cyrus and Taylor Swift songs. So I just played it and they sang along.  Suprisingly, for once I'm actually having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fun AND with this little kids singing along. We were jamming for a while and all the adults were enjoying watching us sing. Then again Gerald came rushing to me and said that I could use Nicole's bike. I've been dreading to use a bike for the whole afternoon. Now, it's my chance but another thought. I can't leave this kids here w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e were jamming. Ended up not using the bike and continue playing. No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;w that's a good will. We jammed until all of them went home and only left with me and G &amp;amp; G bros. Nicole and his mom and some other people. Me, G &amp;amp; G , nicole and her mom cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tted for a while. Me and Nicole's mom were like Boy and Kris talk show. We were trying to turn to the G &amp;amp; G bros over each other and make them annoyed with each other and fight. It's really hilarious.  They started s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pitting about each other like G got a girl friend and going to be married. While the other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;G is the loser. But mostly, Gerald is the target. I thought he was going to cry soon, unfortunately he didn't. Heheh.....The following hour we've got nothing left to say and just sat there chewing down on our bbq-ed chicken wings. I've been thinking a lot lately about something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj4i6Br6x5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyqda6fvf8c/s1600-h/20-06-09_2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj4i6Br6x5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyqda6fvf8c/s320/20-06-09_2248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349751787643127698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                    The lower part say "One love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks to my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; bro. he gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;s pretty cool T-shirt of Francis magalona. He's a rapper in the Philippines, Unfortunately, He died because of illness. So some people made his T-shirt as a tribute and it's becoming a huge hit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I also  took this pic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;\/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj4maLSp8FI/AAAAAAAAADI/vKnWLISfrJ4/s1600-h/20-06-09_2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj4maLSp8FI/AAAAAAAAADI/vKnWLISfrJ4/s320/20-06-09_2202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349755638512218194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Too blurry to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Go figure What it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not forgetting for all the Dads out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/6962920457241899269-3071114018502673003?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/3071114018502673003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-unfortunate-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3071114018502673003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3071114018502673003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-unfortunate-events.html' title='My Unfortunate events........'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Sj4i6Br6x5I/AAAAAAAAAC4/jyqda6fvf8c/s72-c/20-06-09_2248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-5557528705434562910</id><published>2009-06-20T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:41:45.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>I'm being targeted by a roachy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU WERE THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, I woke up at 5.15 am in the morning. Everything came crashing down on me. In the end, I fell asleep. So my cell phone rang at 50.30 am, dang it! I'm going to be late for my duty if I don't hurry up. So during my performance, I saw there's a humongous cockroach in the loft where I sat. I started freaking out!! It's crawling behind my chair. Oh-My-GULAY!  I prayed and prayed to not let the roaches get near me and ruined my performance. Oh- man!! It scared the crap out of me. I wanna get out of there when I realize its beside my shoe. Darn creepy crawlies I despise them. Those weird colour,those 6 legged pests, crawls everywhere, flies everywhere,full of germs, stinky smell....crappy little roachies. I hate them. I despise them. Just one roachy came crawling to me, I swear I will jump up and down like a lunatic. So you better stay away from me. Oh yeah, not to mention, sorry to Emma**  who got hit in the chin (well, I think it's the chin 'cause you're taller than me), when I got infested by Gigantic roachies. I-Am-Sorry.....wow parang si gloria lang eh. But with meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After the performance I went back to check it out. It wasn't there anymore. Thank - goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;All the while I can't move, I can't scream, I can't even call for help. I'm stuck with this roachy fest. No Offence to the roachies.....Peace out! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I got another one....I saw it somewhere.... (NO, its not about the roachies...those little creepy crawlies pestering me. pfft.) Oh forget it.&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/6962920457241899269-5557528705434562910?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/5557528705434562910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-being-targeted-by-roachy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/5557528705434562910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/5557528705434562910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-being-targeted-by-roachy.html' title='I&apos;m being targeted by a roachy!'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-2871445033460304819</id><published>2009-06-17T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:05:19.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takes Time to realize...that it's movie time...Apparently, you too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Every words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;That I hear from the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Seems like you're singing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like you used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll sing along like I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything came back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First off, yesterday my cca group went out. I never really thought that we're really going to Dhoby Ghaut to watch. We went to The Cathay to watch movie. We were so lucky we even got the grand cathay cinema. Oh-my-gulay! the seats were so soft. It's like we're seating in an auditorioum, the screen is like a small stage. Anyway, the show started and the movie is 2 thumbs up. If I have more thumbs I would really put it up to. That how good the movie is but comparing to twilight movie. I'll put all my fingers up and wave it like I just don't care.  The middle part of the movie was I have to say quite sad. I almost wanted to cry. I heard someone sitting beside sniffling and I asked her after the movie. She did cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A dream came wafting in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entered my sleeping mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to show me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The picture was in blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It started to come into pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything's clear to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It shows me everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything I have to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything I must not forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And then I realized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/6962920457241899269-2871445033460304819?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2871445033460304819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2871445033460304819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2871445033460304819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-words.html' title='Takes Time to realize...that it&apos;s movie time...Apparently, you too.'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-6601675569492412572</id><published>2009-06-15T19:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:45:18.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>The chronicles of weird dream, being weird and HE'S BACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a REALLY REALLY WEIRD,DISGUSTING,FRUSTRATING,YUCKY!!......dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was in my parents room.&lt;br /&gt;With my Brother.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I was playing Nintendo. DS.&lt;br /&gt;Something weird happened!&lt;br /&gt;I won't come into details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's pretty eeiiwww~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;he's back again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like Last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;No offense to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Glad that your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was playing the guitar in my brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having so-called "head-ache".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simultaneously,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm feeling great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was just doing my own.&lt;br /&gt;Plucking Remix Sound&lt;br /&gt;Still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I felt like somebody's watching me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wanted to run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CAN'T GET AWAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I"M STUCK AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;On that stinking chair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because "Someones'".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Blocking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He's  so delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AHEM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm playing with facebook games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can really meet new people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excellent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Still he's so delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*AHEM*&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/6962920457241899269-6601675569492412572?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/6601675569492412572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/chronicles-of-weird-dream-being-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6601675569492412572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/6601675569492412572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/chronicles-of-weird-dream-being-weird.html' title='The chronicles of weird dream, being weird and HE&apos;S BACK'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-3583435883399238723</id><published>2009-06-14T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:46:54.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Just Every time.</title><content type='html'>Why do you always do it.....just every time I....I....arrrgghhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now its ruined.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so.....aarrgghhh.....I can't even say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm.&lt;br /&gt;GONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-3583435883399238723?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/3583435883399238723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-every-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3583435883399238723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3583435883399238723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-every-time.html' title='Just Every time.'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-853539003662026112</id><published>2009-06-12T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:01:34.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>The Girl by the window by Bynes Hayden Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   KEVIN ART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know Mrs  Robinson. I'm sorry. To make it up to you I will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all the boys not to come to you're class again. Since there's "NO BALL" policy in your class," I said smart-alecky.&lt;br /&gt;" You know what I mean, Mr Art. You don't have to be cynical. If you want your BALL BACK. Let me ask you again. What do I don't want in my class?" asked Mrs Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know. No ball allowed"&lt;br /&gt;"and?"&lt;br /&gt;"No ball twirling"&lt;br /&gt;"Great job!! (like a preschool teacher and I'm guessing, I should be like "YAY!! Where's my golden star?") Here's your ball. I don't ever wanna see that ball or any other balls for that matter in my class ever again. Are we clear?" warned Mrs Robinson fiercely&lt;br /&gt;"YES,MAM"&lt;br /&gt;"Since all is clear here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; Excuse-moi. I have to leave before Benny Rob finishes the blueberry cup cake ." Said Mrs Robinson, c0llecting her books and files. Rushing through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled to myself, knowing how Mrs Robinson can be very vicious and fierce but at the same time being hilarious.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I went back to my chair to pick up my books........"Aaahh!" shrieked a sharp voice.&lt;br /&gt;Books and stationary were flying everywhere on my opposite aisle of tables.&lt;br /&gt;I squinted and saw something moving on the floor and I realized that it was Emma Philips sprawled on the floor covered with all her notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Emma are you alright?" I asked frantically, struggling myself among the tables.&lt;br /&gt;" Err...Ya, I guess" said Emma. I helped her up and picking up all her books and stationary.&lt;br /&gt;"Here you go," thrusting her things back.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks," she mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;She's so cute.Hold that thought. Did-I-just-thought-she's-cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Umm...Bye," said Emma, walking briskly out of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her without my conscious.&lt;br /&gt;"I must be  crazy," I chuckled to myself. I caught a glance at the Ginormous Clock in front of the class. I bet Mrs Robinson is very proud of it. She bought it from Japan from her last trip.&lt;br /&gt;"Shoot! Sam's gonna kill me!" I sprinted my way towards the cafeteria, trying not to bother that thought. Weird, seems like impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;       MARY CABOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"So?" asked Sam&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?" I said acting all innocent.&lt;br /&gt;"The miracle? Spill it out, Mary," threatened Sam&lt;br /&gt;"Well...uhhh" I was stalling my way trying to act normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can I tell her without looking darn ridiculous. OH-CRAP! how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm sorry. I'm sorry.I'm late" I looked up and saw Kevin rushing towards us. &lt;/span&gt;OH MY SAVIOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" What took you so long? Wait, don't tell me "NO BALL" policy again? (Kevin nodded apologetically) Why do I even bother to ask." said Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and lined up for food. &lt;/span&gt;I have to get away from the interrogations  of Sam the questionnaire. I have to clear my mind. Plus, Louie have a girl friend the head cheerleader, the most popular girl in school, Sheena  Aaron. I'm absolutely sure I'm no match with her.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being ridiculous Mary , he will never look at your way. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My mother and his mother were best friends since we moved in. Just simply, every time they hang out. Me and Louie were always being dragged along with them. Apparently, even once Louie never talked to me, like I'm &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;invisible to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I paid for my meal and took my time to reach Sam and Kevin. I sat beside Sam and ate my cheese fries. As quite as a mouse, to keep my presence unknown to Sam as much as possible. Kevin looked trouble, he kept on turning back and looking around. I wondered what was bothering him. He caught me taking glances at him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yup, there is definitely something's going on with this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The silence is very unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I ask you guys something?....My gosh, I can't believe I'm saying this. You guys might say I'm crazy and all but. Is there by any chance you might find...Emma Philips....cute?" asked Kevin shyly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was laughing hysterically and flinging her hands up like a lunatic. Kevin started to blush and hiding her face with his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Do YOU find her cute?" I asked gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, kind of," mumbled Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh-my-gosh!" exclaimed Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam! can you be more supportive here." I snapped back to Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Oh jeez...I don't know why, I don't know how, I don't know when. Well, it's after geography class. But wha-...how--..." Kevin was rushing in his words. By the time he finishes he was panting really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Ohh...Seems like our little kevvy here is in love." teased Sam.&lt;br /&gt;I can not helped but laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on guys, be serious here," begged Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well, yeah. Now that you mentioned it. Emma does looked cute in any other way." I told Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would test myself just to make sure that if I'm really into her or not." Advised Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not agree more, I told her " that's the best advise i have ever heard from you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Well, thank you very much," said Sam boastfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-853539003662026112?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/853539003662026112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-by-window-by-bynes-hayden-part-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/853539003662026112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/853539003662026112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-by-window-by-bynes-hayden-part-3.html' title='The Girl by the window by Bynes Hayden Part 3'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-7367780419995267383</id><published>2009-06-12T15:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:03:26.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Things that will make me look Stupid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I was walking through the hallway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my head starts to spin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;My stomach starts to churn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice cold sweat breaking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting sweaty palms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Starts to loose vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything seems a blur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I sing out loud in front of everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm getting short breaths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to sit down and close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm standing up I wanted to faint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt so weak to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But I must endure it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;By: B-Hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Last night was terrible! I was singing and I'm loosing it. I want to lie down and rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfortunately, I can't, I must endure it until the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, felt better right after it was over. NOT THAT I WANT IT TO BE OVER SOON...I WAS JUST NOT FEELING WELL...I WAS...running out of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope nobody noticed it. It's gonna be a great disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Even last 2 nights were even MORE TERRIBLE! I-CAN'T-SLEEP. Oh man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm having more more tea bags...if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I kept on tossing and turning in my bed all night long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then in the morning, I suddenly woke up not because of the sun but because of my parents talking so loud. It seems like they were fighting but they were actually...laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts my ear drums...eh kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;after all the yikky, yakity yap!&lt;br /&gt;(Don't know what's the meaning either, just heard on tv)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I stumbled out of my bed and face the mirror and started singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"kiss me, out of the bearded barley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nightly, beside the green green grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;swing swing, swing in those spinning steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You take the shoes and i'll wear that dress,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ohhh.. kiss me beneath the milky twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lead me out of the moonlit floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lift your open hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Silver moon's sparkling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So kiss me...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I peered through my door my brother was there! I was freaking out in my room because he heard my morning voice. Let me tell you it wasn't that pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So I just played along for a while and took out my guitar and play the song again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way, not to mention, I hate "lucky"by Jason Marz feat Colbie Caillat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't ask me why. I just hate it. NO OFFENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Today is so boring, all alone at home. No one to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in distress, where is my prince!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"come out, come out, where ever you are!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Unfortunately, I'm guessing that my prince is playing basket ball somewhere out there...HAH joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now talking about prince and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Decided to type out, The girl by the window by Bynes Hayden. Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To occupy my wasted time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SCHUSS!!&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/6962920457241899269-7367780419995267383?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/7367780419995267383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-that-will-make-me-look-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/7367780419995267383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/7367780419995267383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-that-will-make-me-look-stupid.html' title='Things that will make me look Stupid.'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-7653947777773504226</id><published>2009-06-12T11:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:05:52.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>The girl by the window by Bynes Hayden. PART 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;The girl by the window by Bynes Hayden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MARY CABOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;One morning I woke up, I looked up and had been blinded by the beam of sunlight streaming through my window. The most favorite place of mine in whole world. I scampered myself out of bed and stared out deliberately. The sun was the king of all lights out there. There's only one thing that reminds me of the "sun" and "king". My father. He's the king and the light of the household. He's the one who made sure that everyone was safe and happy.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;"You're the king, papa" I said to him 7 yrs ago. "And you're my little princess" he would replied. I missed those times. When we would seat by the window and read me stories of a great fearless prince saving a princess in distress from a fire breathing dragon. I chuckled to myself remembering his reactions to make the story came alive for me, until my mother would summoned us for tea. " Do you think my prince will come someday?" I asked him, "of course, he will come...someday." He beamed at me with a wide grin on his face.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;Out of the blue, everything seemed to change. When one day my father fell ill and unable to move an inch from his bed. My mother was in great distress but unfortunately, no prince will save her this time round. My mother called for a doctor. "What is his illness, doctor?" My mother asked anxiously. The both of them had a conversation by the corner of the room. I could see my mother shaking her head vigorously and moaned "no...no..." She cried uncontrollably as the doctor left us distraught by our plight. " What's wrong with papa, mama?" My mother scooped me up and cradled me to sleep, singing to me a mother's lullaby. In an instant I fell asleep with her angelic voice. "Sleep, O Babe, for the red bee hums,The silent twilights fall.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;Eeval from the Grey Rock comes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;To wrap the world in thrall..."&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;The very next day, the house was in dead silence. I trudged myself off my bed and went out to look for my mother. I searched every nook and cranny of the house but she was no where to be seen. It was uncanny that even my father was gone! Where could they be? I bolted out of the house and inspect the garden. I was relieved to see my parents were seating in the bench gazing into the splendid sunrise over the hills beyond. I scampered my way towards them and into my mothers lap. Both of them focused on me upon my arrival and smiled, deep inside I felt like its going to be the very last time that i am going to see them smile so whole heartedly.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;"Do you wanna hear another story?" asked My father. I nodded approvingly. "Once upon a time, there was a little princess named, Sarah...." He continued with hilarious actions. " And they lived happily ever after.THE END","but the king died. How can it be happily ever after?" I argued.He hesitated " You know sometimes, people come and go. When their time is up. They will go and people surrounds him must accept the fact that....It's ...time." He elaborated and smiled weakly. I stared at his watery blue eyes, digesting the explanations. "It's time for me." My father blurted out and without notification. I heard a sobbed from my mother, "what's wrong mama? why are you crying?" I asked naively. She shook her head and hugged me and my father. I could feel the sniffle from my mother and the ice cold skin of my father. It stings to my skin. I gazed up to my father and his eyes were closed. "He's sleeping" I uttered, "yes...yes he is" My mother said without any glances. She just cried even louder.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;My mother's voice jerked me up to reality. "Mary! Are you already awake? You're going to be late for school. The school bus will arrive within 30 min. Hurry up!" my mother bellowed from downstairs. " I'm up!" I replied back. I rummaged through my drawer to find something to wear and stormed to the bathroom. Within 25 minutes I strides down the stares 2 at a time and grabbed my breakfast. I pecked my mother on the cheek and rushed towards the school bus. Upon seeing Louie I wondered, "when will my prince will come?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-7653947777773504226?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/7653947777773504226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-by-window-by-bynes-hayden-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/7653947777773504226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/7653947777773504226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-by-window-by-bynes-hayden-part-1.html' title='The girl by the window by Bynes Hayden. PART 1'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-2485017884213359870</id><published>2009-06-10T15:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:37:38.374+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>seriouness of being PYSCHED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Si9ovRNbSXI/AAAAAAAAACw/6dX9yB6FqOM/s1600-h/japan+pics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Si9ovRNbSXI/AAAAAAAAACw/6dX9yB6FqOM/s320/japan+pics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345606443994925426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Si9oPCPEF4I/AAAAAAAAACo/X-zTjYgVzRM/s1600-h/japan+tribute+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Si9oPCPEF4I/AAAAAAAAACo/X-zTjYgVzRM/s320/japan+tribute+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345605890219448194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Today, as for normal. Always got blinded by the sunlight streaming through my window and it can really wake the hell out of you. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;( I don't really use the word "hell" in my vocabulary as I speak but...what the heck.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Few hours ago, I was doing my HW, then a light bulb suddenly light up above my head. "ting!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I got an idea!" So I ended up using computer and totally forget about my HW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I suddenly remember last Mon. I was doing HW  and I can't remember what was I doing. I jerked up in my bed and I just realized I slept the whole afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyway,decided to update my dead friendster profile. It's now or never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;So I put on new background, new photos, new infos. ...etc. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;NOW ITS ALIVE. MUHAHAHHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;ALIVE! I TELL YOU!! ALIVE!! MUHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I even did a photo shop of some pics from my trip from Japan.  UP THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Holiday is so boring.....PSYCHED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But still last night, I was "accidentally" eavesdropping from an adult meeting in our house last night. And I heard on June 20 there's going to be Socializing. Oh goodie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This is so going to be SO MUCH FUN!!....PYSCHED!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gtg, its time for SPECIAL HEARTS ROMANCES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its so romantic~~" *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to weird claustrophobic of mine from the lift just now, and weird lighting in my bros. bedroom. I finally found out how to link other people and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;By the way thanks to N&amp;amp;N for helping me out with my Blog. THANKs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Another serious things was&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Did JJ finally found somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I just day dreaming? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That got to hurt. "Ouch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I really have to caught up with JJ. (FYI not the singer or what so ever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-2485017884213359870?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/2485017884213359870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-as-for-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2485017884213359870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/2485017884213359870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-as-for-normal.html' title='seriouness of being PYSCHED!'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/Si9ovRNbSXI/AAAAAAAAACw/6dX9yB6FqOM/s72-c/japan+pics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-3498806214687540226</id><published>2009-06-09T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:15:35.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Tagalog words are HARD!</title><content type='html'>Today was boring, even when I came from school.&lt;br /&gt;Right, after class straight home.&lt;br /&gt;Phase back and forth inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, decided to continue "The girl by the window by Bynes Hayden" Part 2&lt;br /&gt;So the whole afternoon, I was type type type......&lt;br /&gt;Until I had a massive headache. It was horrible. Haayyy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend sent me this email and its about tagalog words.&lt;br /&gt;It say "help me to translate it eng" so I gave it a try.&lt;br /&gt;Oh-My-Gulay!! Its harder than I thought!!&lt;br /&gt;What in the worlds is salungguhit?&lt;br /&gt;My friends told me its an underwear, so I gave it a try. It's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I msg my friend about it and she said it means 'underline' NOT 'underwear'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE HONEST THIS KIND OF PEOPLE ARE REALLY BAD INFLUENCE TO ME!!&lt;br /&gt;kaya kung nababasa nyo toh. You people are a bad bad peepss...JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were 200 tagalog words but I only know 26 words. Just 1/10 of the words.&lt;br /&gt;I'M BAD IN TAGALOG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeepp!!! Till next time. Having massive headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schuss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-3498806214687540226?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/3498806214687540226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagalog-words-are-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3498806214687540226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/3498806214687540226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/tagalog-words-are-hard.html' title='Tagalog words are HARD!'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-5045846825074642311</id><published>2009-06-09T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:58:29.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>The Girl by the window by Bynes Hayden Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;  MARY CABOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "Mary! over here!" yelled Sam waving her hands up. I stepped my way through the aisle of the bus and sat clumsily beside Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So?" asked Sam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What so?" I fumbled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept on staring at Louie's flawless neck, that I did not even realize that.....THUD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!! Kevin! Will you stop passing the ball around" I complained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Mary. I didn't do it 'accidentally'. I did it on purpose Sam asked me to.Oops" revealed Kevin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I glared at Sam with my large beady eyes and Sam glared at Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, Its all your fault. I've been talking to you for the past 5 min. Basically, its like i'm talking to a solid wall" said Sam sarcastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AGAIN! SOLID WALL!" Shrieked Sam to my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam, you don't have to yell you know. I'm just beside you. People are staring" I said cautiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" So what's up, Sam?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, besides from the SOLID WALL.Where is it?" Sam asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh right, wait" I searched my back pack and took out Saturday Night fever DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EEeeeeppp. Thank you thank you Mary!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SShhh" hushed Kevin. Sam glared at him and went back reading the back cover. Kevin rolled his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam is a big fan of John Travolta. As far as I know, She already watched all his movies and this is the third time she borrowed Saturday Night Fever DVD. As for Kevin, well he's a junkie to basketball. As for me, I practically love reading books because its only way that I can remember my father. It's been 7 yrs since he died from illness and right after that, me and my mother moved out to a suburban town. Start a new life, with my mother working as a real estate agent and me going on senior high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived to school like any other day. " See you at lunch, Mary" said Sam rushing towards her locker. 'Riiiinnggg' there goes the bell and i'm off to  geography class. I sat beside Kevin, whose twirling his ball in his index finger. " NO ball twirling in my class, Mr Art (Mrs robinson took the ball from Kevin) Now, who can tell me the capital of China?" asked mrs Robinson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms know-it-all, Emma  Austen shoot her right hand up in the air and wagging it frantically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Beijing, Mrs Robinson" answered Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Correct"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emma smiled to herself proudly and went back to work. Hours of lessons lasted like for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Enduringly, the recess bell rang. I darted towards the door and into the hall way leaving behind Kevin begging for mercy to have his ball back from Mrs Robinson. How ironic and I could here them arguing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How many times do I have to tell you NO BALLS in my class." warned Mrs Robinson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" I know Mrs Robinson. I'm sorry........"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was flipping the pages of my geography book searching for my note....THUD.&lt;br /&gt;My books  and stationary were flying everywhere, I was so frustrated that I gawked to the i matures  running around in the hall way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is this keep on happening to me today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wondered collecting my things from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of no where, a hand thrust towards me with my pencil. Then I turned numb and cold all over because I recognized whose wrist band it belongs to. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; peered up and I came face to face with blue eyed Louie. It's LOUIE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME! I'm going bonkers every time I'm facing him. My face started blushing, my palms starts to sweat ice cold.&lt;br /&gt;"Here you go" said Louie&lt;br /&gt;I took my pencil and put it inside my back pack.&lt;br /&gt;"That was crazy. Right?"&lt;br /&gt;This is Louie and he is talking to me. He knows that I exist, I'm not invisible to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Mary?"&lt;br /&gt;He knows my name. Oh-my-goodness, he even knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;"huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you alright? Do you need help?Do you want me to bring you to the nurse?"&lt;br /&gt;"huh?...What? Umm.. No i'm totally fine. Thanks." I mumbled still stupefied by the fact that LOUIE LAUTNER was talking to me. I smiled stupidly and leaned against the wall to support my weight. It seemed my knees even gave up on my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, uhh...I got to go" Louie said&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, see ya around" I finally said even without stuttering in my words.&lt;br /&gt;He beamed at me and walked away flawlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He-is-so-HOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. I felt like I was in a wonderland and i'm floating in the air. The wind is carrying me towards the cafeteria door and even pushing the both doors for me. Well, apparently there were 2 freshmen who were opening the door but what ever.&lt;br /&gt;"Mary! Over here!" shouted Sam, just anywhere you could recognized her sharp voice. So I just let wind to bring me there.&lt;br /&gt;"What took you so long?" questioned Sam.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry for my laaatteeenessss but a miracle just happened" I mentioned dreamingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-5045846825074642311?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/5045846825074642311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-by-window-by-bynes-hayden-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/5045846825074642311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/5045846825074642311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-by-window-by-bynes-hayden-part-2.html' title='The Girl by the window by Bynes Hayden Part 2'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-1806662120471710326</id><published>2009-06-08T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:10:49.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Brain Storm</title><content type='html'>Today, I just had a brain storm!! nyahahaha...it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine that I can write it all out. As if a perfect English. Well, apparently there might be no totally perfect English but so what?! I'm freaking proud of myself writing the story.&lt;br /&gt;I kept the identity hidden because.....because...alright I run out of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this afternoon I woke with the beam of sunlight blinding my eyes. Practically that's the starting of the story. Then a sudden brain storm, right in the middle of the story. It was sorta sad story because the girls father died of an illness =( That was only the part 1 there is still part 2 if I feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to put up a quote. So here it is, "Apparently, i'm very sensitive when it comes to you"&lt;br /&gt;I guess next update again.&lt;br /&gt;babuuuyy~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-1806662120471710326?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/1806662120471710326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/brain-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/1806662120471710326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/1806662120471710326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/06/brain-storm.html' title='Brain Storm'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6962920457241899269.post-8725026528532887903</id><published>2009-05-25T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:08:16.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B-Hay'/><title type='text'>Stinkiness; was it just my shirt...or is it me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very first blog. Boring. Yet i will do my best to do. Boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Been seating in this chair for the past 2 hrs and still no thoughts coming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Honestly speaking my butt is kinda..you know.  You know what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anyway, maybe lets start with what happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alright. First off, as usual come to school and went up to class, take temperature taking and went down for PE. Today was scorching hot, seriously. I was standing in the parade square for 2 minutes and I was sweating like a pig! And to top it off, my PE shirt stinks! I don't even know why in the world it stinks. I washed it for crying out loud....or was just me that stinks? I think I forget to take a bath this morning...Naahh I think its my shirt. So because of "my shirt's stinkiness" I have to stay away from people hovering around me and when I say hover, I meant HOooVER. Enough of this stinkiness. So we were seating down in tens and the teacher was in front of us talkin'. When he said that we could take the badminton rackets and play. I moved my legs, like I said I was sweating madly. Then the teacher stared at me like i'm some kind of an alien from outer space just about to steal the most majestic badminton racket in the whole universe. Come on, I moved my legs because i was sweating, man. I stared back at him *with my staring power you will melt, unfortunately he didn't* anyway, I put down my legs and he just moved off. What was that about? hah! that guy is so weird. So we took the badminton racket and *I skipped around the parade square with my hands up, yelling " who wants to play with me??"* puh-lease, I ran into pikachu playing so I joined in. 1 round of badminton I could fill up a few gallons of my sweet sweet sweatiness a.k.a. B-Hay cologne only for $9.95 $cha-ching$ I played with Hongy until I can't take it anymore. So I stopped for a few min and played with my other classmates volley ball an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d Frisbee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day went on, me feelin' sticky and stinky. *Heeyy, it rhymes,* until eng. oral. At least this time i'm pretty lucky cause our eng teacher was my examiner. So we went through the passage, pic conversation and conversation. I don't wanna go into details its getting boring here. Next, happening was that we had the ELDDS seniors graduation party or so-called farewell party. It was fun. The only thing I did was shout and shout and cheered cheered. Eat and eat. drink and drink. OK GREAT! I can't focused now cause i'm watching tv. hah! So now i'm signing off. got to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tom. is a good and I know its gonna be Looong day because of the rehearsal for SYF Gala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6962920457241899269-8725026528532887903?l=bluehayden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/feeds/8725026528532887903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/05/stinkiness-was-it-just-my-shirtor-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/8725026528532887903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6962920457241899269/posts/default/8725026528532887903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluehayden.blogspot.com/2009/05/stinkiness-was-it-just-my-shirtor-is-it.html' title='Stinkiness; was it just my shirt...or is it me?'/><author><name>Blue Hayden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256479840840427941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZppTKtrI7M/StSKmYZu55I/AAAAAAAAAGw/7G-0j8LjG1k/S220/IMG_4339.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
