<?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-4819737445696220899</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:32:49.427+07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-6455818622068466220</id><published>2009-08-21T15:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:01:53.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you got your own, stay away from mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;gue ga ngerti sama dia. she got her own "boyfriend'! tp yg di dkt in cowo laen mulu. ga cowo gue, ga cowo mana pun! mau taken, mau single, semua di embat. LO KIRA LO SIAPA HAH!? gue ga prnh marah sama lo sekalipun udah lumayan parah deketnya. kalo caper sama cowo, ga usah sama cowo gue, goblok! lo punya org yg bner" sk sama lo, lo jg sk sama dia, tp lo bukan ny sama dia malah deketin cowo laen! lo bae ke gue, tp hampir selalu lo yg bikin mslh di relationship gue. yeah your parents are close tp emg lu mesti caper gitu ap sama dia! status dia dikit" di komenin lah apa lah. muak gue tau ga! kalo gue biarin, elo ny yg caper! caper ga usah sama cowo yg udah punya pcar! sama cowo lo sendiri aj tuh yg udah nungguin lo dr lama! gue heran sama lo, sumpah. kalo lo ga mau nerima dia, ya ga usah ngasih harapan! kalo lo sk ny sama dia, ga usah kaya jablay ke cowo laen! enek gue sama lo kadang". ya lo bae ama gue, gue ga bs ap" ama lo, ngmng tntg ini aj ga berani. setiap kali gue lo mulai deket sama cowo gue, gue biarin aj, tp makin hari malah makin keterusan. ap an tuh duduk ny mepet sama cowo gue! senderan di meja mepet sama cowo gue! di foto gandengan, biarpun ga sengaja! GA USAH CAPER JADI CEWE! LO BAHKAN GA CANTIK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-6455818622068466220?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/6455818622068466220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-got-your-own-stay-away-from-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/6455818622068466220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/6455818622068466220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-got-your-own-stay-away-from-mine.html' title='you got your own, stay away from mine.'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-8175621191305883597</id><published>2009-05-29T19:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T19:40:38.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'>F the school</title><content type='html'>gawd! so, we're having this camp that I don't even WANT to attend. I'm freaking tired of camps, I'm going to get my tummy ache and my face will be red ( no more pinkish ) and some of my hair will fall (?) and I'll be so URGHHHH I HATE CAMPS&lt;div&gt;the school threatened me that if I don't join the camp, they will LOWER my score! What does that fcking camp have to do with scores?? Our seniors ( the reason why the camp is held ) doesn't even like us! They're freaking happy they're moving out, because WHO LIKES A SCHOOL LIKE SHIT!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-8175621191305883597?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/8175621191305883597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/f-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/8175621191305883597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/8175621191305883597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/f-school.html' title='F the school'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-3557730092396543314</id><published>2009-05-28T19:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:21:28.564+07:00</updated><title type='text'>heart-throbs!</title><content type='html'>Ed westwick &lt;3 awww so damn hawwwwtttt! Look at him :DDD AHDORABBLLEEE! &gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://B4B7900F-10CC-4FF1-AE7E-C79B724F1873/2454730943_e973503428.jpg" alt="2454730943_e973503428.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chace crawford - not madly in love with nate, but don't you see? Chace is gorgeoussss! ( Ed is hawterrrr! ; way! )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://D62F6954-109B-400B-A1DC-0744F242BC17/spaceball.gif" alt="spaceball.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://EFD691C6-3B3D-473F-9FDE-7707B4D9A9DA/chace-crawford-gq-june.0.0.0x0.432x545.jpeg" alt="chace-crawford-gq-june.0.0.0x0.432x545.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://15652388-0266-4911-8270-084F90F7CEE4/spaceball.gif" alt="spaceball.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://3468F82D-6954-4BCD-9C78-A31A07C4328F/spaceball.gif" alt="spaceball.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://7EE0FE9A-9416-4680-9B32-36EBC28BCF6C/spaceball.gif" alt="spaceball.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;ex heart-throbs: Kyle Patrick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;     an MTV VJ- Daniel Mananta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;     Tyler Shamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;     Rain/ Jong Ji Hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;     Sang Kim Bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;     U-know (TVXQ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;     Edward Cullen ( not RPatz! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;			&lt;/span&gt;     ahhh D: There's so damn much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-3557730092396543314?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/3557730092396543314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-throbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/3557730092396543314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/3557730092396543314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-throbs.html' title='heart-throbs!'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-542269369291271744</id><published>2009-05-25T20:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:07:35.241+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip Girl :D</title><content type='html'>OMG! I'm getting Serena's wallpaper! The one she uses in her bed? the polkadot thingy? I'm getting that, very same thing! 2 of them, both! ahlalalala~ freaking happy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: Don't you think Chuck&amp;amp;Blair, Nate&amp;amp;Serena make perfect couples? I'm totally in love with Ed westwick! I love Chace too, but he's not that hot, just cute. And have been adoring Leighton the whole year :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan with Vanessa, the unwanted couple. And Jenny ( I love her too ) make a cute couple with Eric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anoter P.S.:  I know who gossip girl is (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-542269369291271744?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/542269369291271744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/gossip-girl-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/542269369291271744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/542269369291271744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/gossip-girl-d.html' title='Gossip Girl :D'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-4191592769781990195</id><published>2009-05-25T19:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:53:06.489+07:00</updated><title type='text'>here she goes to summer school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;M's going to summer-school. We barely use summer-school in my lame country down here in asia (Indonesia), well, maybe never?&lt;div&gt;while all the class batches are freaking busy of all the shits, working f**ing hard to pass the grade, she lingered on her bed, kissing the her boyfriends' asses. Then, while all the bitches are lingering in the beach, maybe getting a tan? (Oops! I hate tan :D), she stays alone at school, staring to one-whole-school-year papers and presentations to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, M, this is what you get for taking it all easy, surprised? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: I STILL LOVE YOU MUCHO, M!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-4191592769781990195?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/4191592769781990195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-she-goes-to-summer-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4191592769781990195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4191592769781990195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/here-she-goes-to-summer-school.html' title='here she goes to summer school'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-5342158933587984096</id><published>2009-05-22T14:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:31:07.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my hopefully-i-get- it future room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Courier; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-5527027206082356607</id><published>2009-05-22T14:18:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:25:53.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current State of Union</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Serena's bedroom &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miley's bed ( not the room )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Having fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;EXAMINATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Being so stressed about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my ALL-SHE-THINKS-ABOUT-IS-HERSELF-AND-FASHION-BUT-STILL-GET-THINGS sister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;my URGH-SO-NOT-CARING boyfriendddd!!!!!!!!!!&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/4819737445696220899-5527027206082356607?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/5527027206082356607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/current-state-of-union.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/5527027206082356607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/5527027206082356607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/current-state-of-union.html' title='Current State of Union'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-4135184155100747971</id><published>2009-05-11T22:12:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:27:58.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I-DONT-KNOW-WHAT-TO-NAME-THIS</title><content type='html'>This is really like my diary. no one knows about this but N ( so I can't put every single thing here ) and no one in the house can read this. Though I know no one will read this, I can never show my feelings about G. It's so cliche for girls to say their boyfriend doesn't care blah-blah-blah. My boyfriend often yell at me, and hang up the phone while I'm crying so loud because of him. He changed. Yea, it's so cliche for girls to say that about their boys. But he did changed. He don't even cry if I cry or not, yea he yelled at me before, but that was like once/ 2 months, but it's almost like everyday now. I don't look like a sad little girl who cries everyday in phone, then can't go to sleep because of it, I don't seem like that cuz I write this way, but I am. I don't know how to tell my feelings, a lot of times I tried to put what I feel about G here but I can never wrote a thing. All I can do is write like the post below. Not a lot can feel like I do about G, I know that. I'm not exaggerating it. A lot of times I really want to break up but I really-really can't. I was on the phone with him, and when I said that sometimes I feel like breaking up, he yelled at me. Sometimes I don't even want to meet him so I can never feel this way, so I'll never be stuck with the love I have to him.&lt;div&gt;N said thirteen-year-olds can't love. But I know I'm in a deep love, and can't get out. Though how rude he is to me, I was always loyal, while he wasn't that loyal. My feeling is too mixed up. I love him, I hate him, I really miss him, I want him to change, blah-blah-blah. I just don't know what I'm really feeling. Sometimes I hope he reads this, but I know then he'll be mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, he always seem kind in front of my friends, barely yells, we fought a lot, and it always seems like it was my fault, well part of it was my fault, but how could I be mad if he doesn't make mistakes? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; said it's all my fault, and I'm really f-cking tired of that and all the angel face he made in front of my friend. Can't they ever realize that he was the one who have tons of close-friends that's girls? Can't they ever realize how I'm really feeling when he broke promises! Yea, I don't allow him to contact with some girls. Everyone said I was wrong blah-blah-blah. But can't he give up one lame girl for his girl-friend? I mean it's MY business not yours! Everyone looked from his side, how about my side? Sometimes they're just so biased. Well, it's not really like that no more now though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT G, CAN'T YOU EVER LOOK AT ME AND UNDERSTAND WHAT I FEEL!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-4135184155100747971?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/4135184155100747971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-what-to-name-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4135184155100747971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4135184155100747971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-what-to-name-this.html' title='I-DONT-KNOW-WHAT-TO-NAME-THIS'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-1150438161933880559</id><published>2009-05-11T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:03:42.712+07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>I hate him . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-1150438161933880559?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/1150438161933880559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/1150438161933880559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/1150438161933880559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-1668733045725189691</id><published>2009-04-27T17:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:31:08.199+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a suprise, which weren't a suprise</title><content type='html'>okay, I'm not a smart, gifted kid. ( mostly in math ) You know, people like me, would be very proud of getting an A/95 in her test. So I got 95 in my math quiz, I was so excited ! ! &lt;div&gt;When I got home, I unpacked my bag and get that paper out. I excitedly walk fastly to my mom's room, and show my test. And this was my mom's reaction;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What are you doing here? ( then she saw the test) Ooh . Good. ", with no expression at all, showing no excitement, nothing, but a single word, who mean almost nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-1668733045725189691?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/1668733045725189691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/suprise-which-werent-suprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/1668733045725189691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/1668733045725189691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/suprise-which-werent-suprise.html' title='a suprise, which weren&apos;t a suprise'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-7853977635999891820</id><published>2009-04-19T22:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:23:20.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day, another cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;every time you call me, tears are wasted. is it me , being so sensitive ? . or is it you, being so hard to understand ? .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;when you promised to make the week so special and sweet, you were half way there. you made it special, but it wasn't sweet. the week was full of tears, we were fighting, we were yelling. what makes this week so special, there were not a day without fighting&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/4819737445696220899-7853977635999891820?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/7853977635999891820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-day-another-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/7853977635999891820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/7853977635999891820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-day-another-cry.html' title='another day, another cry'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-3817576424063072721</id><published>2009-04-19T22:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:28:36.038+07:00</updated><title type='text'>G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;G, I don't know why i love you so much. I don't know why I keep thinking about you . I don't know why i cry all night for you. I don't know why i feel so jealous, every time you talk to a girl. I don't know why I can't tell things about you to my friends. I don't know why I'm so close minded )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-3817576424063072721?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/3817576424063072721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/3817576424063072721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/3817576424063072721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/g.html' title='G.'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-985880068583792063</id><published>2009-04-19T22:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:24:37.045+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello people ! ( though no one but N actually reads it )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;uwww . i did not post for so loooong )): i miss the blog . i've been busy with math . it's just an 8 and it's sooo hard to get ! . im currently still struggling for that white thing, but im back to post things here ! .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-985880068583792063?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/985880068583792063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-people-though-no-one-but-n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/985880068583792063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/985880068583792063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-people-though-no-one-but-n.html' title='hello people ! ( though no one but N actually reads it )'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-2314298178383371795</id><published>2009-04-03T14:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:33:43.247+07:00</updated><title type='text'>M is going to stay just right here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;M is not only bitchy. She's damn stupid and lazy. She's not getting any score for almost the entire subject, and failed in all the subject, excluding PE. Her mom was called to school. And now it's 95% that she's not passing the grade. She's just going to stay right here, in the eight grade.&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is . . she's still getting a laptop ! It's either that her parents are too kind and spoiling or they're fcuking stupid.&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/4819737445696220899-2314298178383371795?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/2314298178383371795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/m-is-going-to-stay-just-right-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/2314298178383371795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/2314298178383371795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/04/m-is-going-to-stay-just-right-here.html' title='M is going to stay just right here'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-8377267297146843488</id><published>2009-03-09T21:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:41:40.374+07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>currently, I have to struggle for an 8 in math. so I can get my iphone back, and my dreams come true :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-8377267297146843488?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/8377267297146843488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/8377267297146843488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/8377267297146843488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-9056011115510344810</id><published>2009-03-09T21:35:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:39:38.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(: I adore . .</title><content type='html'>1. Massie Block ( fictional character, but she's everything I want to be :D )&lt;br /&gt;2. Jason Mraz ( totally cute and not trying to be someone he's not )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-9056011115510344810?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/9056011115510344810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-adore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/9056011115510344810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/9056011115510344810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-adore.html' title='(: I adore . .'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-9099588535989060849</id><published>2009-03-03T15:41:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:34:54.012+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the fear i can never hold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the fear you made&lt;br /&gt;will never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The biggest fear i always feared, is to tell them how i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be ignore and not loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To be left out by G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and who shall i blame ? .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it's you, G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-9099588535989060849?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/9099588535989060849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear-i-can-never-hold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/9099588535989060849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/9099588535989060849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/fear-i-can-never-hold.html' title='the fear i can never hold.'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-4531452175124837401</id><published>2009-03-02T21:55:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T14:51:06.094+07:00</updated><title type='text'>major reasons; why we should call M a slut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. flirt O in a slutty way&lt;br /&gt;2. have 4 boyfriends at a time&lt;br /&gt;3. did not respect the rules of girls as the creature with pride&lt;br /&gt;4. talk things inappropriate with boys&lt;br /&gt;5. flirt with boys that are 15 up&lt;br /&gt;6. date lame boys&lt;br /&gt;7. did not respect her race ( which is also mine )&lt;br /&gt;8. kissed a boy before dating&lt;br /&gt;9. kissed a boy on the first date&lt;br /&gt;10. have the will to kiss all her 5 boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;11. influence the innocents with the "talk"&lt;br /&gt;12. being a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;13. not listening to her friends who tried to make her "back"&lt;br /&gt;14. date bff's ex&lt;br /&gt;15. talk about he bf who's her bff ex in front her bff &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time, to make her bff jealous.&lt;br /&gt;16. being to open to boys&lt;br /&gt;17. kissed another boy when she was dating with C.&lt;br /&gt;18. lied to her boyfriend(s) every time.&lt;br /&gt;19. being the most slutty creature in Middle School&lt;br /&gt;20. being to proud of having boyfriends ( duh ? it's the INTERNET )&lt;br /&gt;21. cried loudly in the internet cafe&lt;br /&gt;21. being best friends with a slut ( not me or my BFFs )&lt;br /&gt;22. being close with "the" people she shouldn't be close with, because it's DANGEROUS&lt;br /&gt;23. not trusting her BFFs, but instead her nasty wicked NBF- the slut&lt;br /&gt;24. skipped school to keep touch with her boyfriends&lt;br /&gt;25. kiss a boy without any feeling&lt;br /&gt;26. flirt a boy for a challenge&lt;br /&gt;27. challenge herself ( to B ) that she'll make O like her&lt;br /&gt;28. losing her pride&lt;br /&gt;29. being friends with 20-year-old who lost her virginity at 15&lt;br /&gt;30. taking advice from another sluts, which is unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;31. did not take advice from us&lt;br /&gt;32. did not respect us as BFFs&lt;br /&gt;33. did not keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;34. blabber-mouth&lt;br /&gt;35. been called a slut by a boy&lt;br /&gt;36. been called a bitch by another boy&lt;br /&gt;37. been caught kissing by the boy she "actually" loved, but never had.&lt;br /&gt;38. still chasing him ( no.37 ) when she have 4 boyfriends already&lt;br /&gt;39. still flirting with someone she doesn't like when she is in love with someone else &amp;amp; have 4 boyfriends already&lt;br /&gt;40. being boy-crazy&lt;br /&gt;41. making her boyfriends as an "entertainment" when she didn't get B's love- no.37&lt;br /&gt;42. did phone sex with someone she did not even date&lt;br /&gt;43. did phone sex with more than 1 person&lt;br /&gt;44. influenced Y into doing sex stuffs&lt;br /&gt;45. only date someone because of sex; kisses&lt;br /&gt;46. being so flirty when she's in the edge of overweight&lt;br /&gt;47. did not care about weight because her bfs told her so&lt;br /&gt;48. trying to make N jealous&lt;br /&gt;49. date her best friend's ex&lt;br /&gt;50. being so stupid&lt;br /&gt;51. 'dated' 10 guys in a month&lt;br /&gt;52. played with her own v&lt;br /&gt;53. end up having her v 'un-virgin'&lt;br /&gt;54. being too overacting&lt;br /&gt;55. being the dumbest in class&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/4819737445696220899-4531452175124837401?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/4531452175124837401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/major-reasons-why-we-should-call-m-slut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4531452175124837401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4531452175124837401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/major-reasons-why-we-should-call-m-slut.html' title='major reasons; why we should call M a slut'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-4080564272505436990</id><published>2009-03-01T21:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:07:50.002+07:00</updated><title type='text'>too much love i have in G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;too much love is dangerous, loving in total is wrong, bla bla bla . do you ever think that a 13 year old can have that much love ? ( why am i asking ? i am not expecting anyone reading this ) I do.&lt;br /&gt;when people told me i might be too in love. what am i suppose to say ? I . . I never knew what i felt to G. . Am I too in love with him ? Am I a control freak ? I never knew the right answer.&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/4819737445696220899-4080564272505436990?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/4080564272505436990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much-love-i-have-in-g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4080564272505436990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4080564272505436990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/too-much-love-i-have-in-g.html' title='too much love i have in G.'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-2652861166551207648</id><published>2009-03-01T21:23:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:16:51.498+07:00</updated><title type='text'>will M survive ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i tell you how slutty M is now, you wouldn't believe. but this life, baby. everything is suppose to be unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;M did not have one boy friend, she have 5. Her first boyfriend is K, who broke up with her. But they got back, not technically back ( yet ). He seemed like an angel from heaven that came to take care of M. it was a long time ago. Then everything changed. M cheated on K, for a 19 year old man that's totally not the type of boy i would want to meet or even date. he was a no one to me. call her, C.&lt;br /&gt;a day after they met and got close, C actually kissed M, on the lips. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;French kiss&lt;/span&gt;. on the first day, can you believe it ? not long after the kiss, she met another 14 year old boy in her online game, which is more to a boy finder machine for her now, call him R. R is just the same like C. Nasty boy from the race that i never liked. i cant believe M wanted to be BFF or even date with those creatures.&lt;br /&gt;a month after they met, M and R dated. M was still in a relationship with K &amp;amp; C, and now with R (too). it's not long after they became the worst couple in the world, M met another boy, N (not N my friend) who was "crazy" about her, then he asked her out. ( when people meet in internet, do not take it seriously or when they asked you out, dont even think about it, it's just a "play" ) M who i was sure taking it seriously ( even though she would not admit ) accepted N, then they became an even worst couple.&lt;br /&gt;by then, M had 4 boyfriends. Then no new boy came, until . .&lt;br /&gt;she met Y. Y is 13. M is almost 15. at first, they were only step-brother &amp;amp; sister. but when Y asked her out, M accepted. i can't believe she did that. she is such a slut. i cant stand having a BFF like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&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/4819737445696220899-2652861166551207648?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/2652861166551207648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-m-survive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/2652861166551207648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/2652861166551207648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-m-survive.html' title='will M survive ?'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-7586556678430888846</id><published>2009-02-24T19:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:54:16.611+07:00</updated><title type='text'>N is infatuated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;all this time my bff, N, had a crush on a boy in the class, and i don't even know . no one actually knew, but her. i went to her livejournal and found her w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;rote this ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So have you ever liked a guy so badly that when he says he loves you it makes your heart smile a thousand watts even if it is just a joke and he doesn't seem to mean a single word he said? I'm pretty sure, every girl has gone through that moment. But have you gone past that stag&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e and then realize after all those fluttering butterflies in your stomach--it just hurts so much more than it used to? That because of it, you seem to want him say those words even more? That those little teases made your hopes go up a million miles into the sky? And then it falls down and crashes into a million tiny pieces. I guess, some girls have better luck and those hopes fly even higher and reach the heavens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wouldn't consider this love---infatuation is a better word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. On Friday I would have to see him in a suit for our Themed Yearbook Photo--and damn I'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M had always told me that N is flirting on the double Vs in our class. i never notice, of course, because i was not madly in love with the doubles like M did. ( M was always boycrazy. euw )&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/4819737445696220899-7586556678430888846?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/7586556678430888846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/ehmagod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/7586556678430888846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/7586556678430888846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/ehmagod.html' title='N is infatuated.'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-2107441360228453249</id><published>2009-02-22T22:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:21:08.133+07:00</updated><title type='text'>major mistake of an eight grader.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was having adam khoo graduates gathering, G was doing project, N was worrying  M, V was doing homeworks, D and T was smoking and M was kissing her boyriend-K. K was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;touching&lt;/span&gt; M.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M,D &amp;amp; T. Definitely not the thing an 8 grade do.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;M, having lots of boyfriends does not make you co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ol. Kissing two boys at almost the same time, does not make you an it girl. Having a bunch of loser boyfriends from the internet does not make people adore you. No offence, M, but you're turning very slutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-2107441360228453249?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/2107441360228453249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/major-mistake-of-eight-grader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/2107441360228453249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/2107441360228453249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/major-mistake-of-eight-grader.html' title='major mistake of an eight grader.'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-6179419962909823639</id><published>2009-02-22T00:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:11:02.462+07:00</updated><title type='text'>random post</title><content type='html'>"too many people spend money they haven't earned, to buy things they don't want, to impress people they don't like."&lt;br /&gt;will smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is just a random post. i love this quote. and i couldn't agree more with it. a lot of people i know are part of the "too many people" in the quote. even me, sometimes. people find it satisfying to show off. and i agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4819737445696220899-6179419962909823639?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/6179419962909823639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/6179419962909823639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/6179419962909823639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-post.html' title='random post'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-7239666166081239950</id><published>2009-02-21T23:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:46:18.051+07:00</updated><title type='text'>people !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hell-o people (: im new here. this is not my first post. i posted something about valentine before this. i think im suppose to pose this first xD. lol.&lt;br /&gt;people call me syen. im only 13, so young 0_o but im turning 14 soon. yeay me ! xD&lt;br /&gt;i think that miley cyrus cant sing. she have a weird voice. euuw. but her songs isn't bad, just her voice. - this is very random (: lol&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to write ): i'll just post something else later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&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/4819737445696220899-7239666166081239950?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/7239666166081239950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/7239666166081239950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/7239666166081239950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/people.html' title='people !'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4819737445696220899.post-4112937102425010854</id><published>2009-02-21T22:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:06:40.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetest thing of valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hihi (: i know it's obviously late to post something about valentine . haha .&lt;br /&gt;            i spent the day with my beloved boyfriend, G. (: it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;       in the morning , he sms-ed me and said happy v-day . sweet xD we chatted . then he said;&lt;br /&gt;G : "ANJING !"&lt;br /&gt;S : "knp ? kok marah" si ?"&lt;br /&gt;G : "kalo ak kasi tau pasti kamu marah . . "&lt;br /&gt;S : "ap an si ?"&lt;br /&gt;G : "J (-his sis) makan coklat buat km ):"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao (: but he replaced the chocolate with my (almost) favorite thing in the world - bearbrick. I was damn happy xD he knew i wanted bearbrick that day, we went to the shop, but bought nothing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;when i went to the toilet, he bought me the bearbrick. it was sweeet. FYI i dont like when boys buy me stuffs. i have my money i dont like G to pay for me. but he said it was to replace, so i guess that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, G.&lt;br /&gt;always have always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: i bought him ferrero rocher xD he liked it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.&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/4819737445696220899-4112937102425010854?l=syniewj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/feeds/4112937102425010854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-date-on-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4112937102425010854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4819737445696220899/posts/default/4112937102425010854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://syniewj.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-date-on-valentine.html' title='the sweetest thing of valentine'/><author><name>Muggle of Azkaban</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j3db8odRZcs/SloD01b7XvI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ3iv3Q5-6w/S220/photo_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
