<?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-8800861489639020630</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:39:15.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>young,dominent and cool</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>krishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122629383375447907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800861489639020630.post-1108179459541697165</id><published>2007-12-29T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:24:01.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanting to cry..but i cant</title><content type='html'>omg..&lt;br /&gt;i jus wanna cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of not fitting in..it just sucks..i hate it..i work so hard to finally be able to fit in wit cousiins so that they dun bully me or threat me diff..or even give me hints that they dun like me..&lt;br /&gt;how can i be happy..when im tormented all the time..in the house..in ipoh..everywhere..&lt;br /&gt;will i ever get the respect i deserve..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800861489639020630-1108179459541697165?l=krishisallme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/feeds/1108179459541697165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8800861489639020630&amp;postID=1108179459541697165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/1108179459541697165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/1108179459541697165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/2007/12/wanting-to-crybut-i-cant.html' title='wanting to cry..but i cant'/><author><name>krishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122629383375447907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800861489639020630.post-5005603391162773518</id><published>2007-12-29T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T08:18:23.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking beneath the ugly</title><content type='html'>the truth time has arrived..&lt;br /&gt;the question is..do u ever reli see beyond the ugly..&lt;br /&gt;how many of you out there actually agree..&lt;br /&gt;not many of course..&lt;br /&gt;guys dun go for the girls wit amazing personalities..they go for the good-looking ones..maybe their way of admitting it is the only way of helping them feel better about themselves..&lt;br /&gt;so does it really pay of..being ugly on the outside and beautiful on the inside..wat do u get? and answers from the wealthy and beautiful people arent exactly counted..&lt;br /&gt;so to those of you who think that ur ugly on the outside n pretty on the inside..wat do u say?&lt;br /&gt;cause from me..it does help..bein ugly outside n pretty inside..cause  a person wit an ugly attitude ca always work on it for free..but an ugly person like me..has no choice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wel..wat about those who r ugly n to top it of..because of all the teasing and everything they become bad on the inside..is that jus?is that even fair..i dun think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800861489639020630-5005603391162773518?l=krishisallme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/feeds/5005603391162773518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8800861489639020630&amp;postID=5005603391162773518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/5005603391162773518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/5005603391162773518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/2007/12/looking-beneath-ugly.html' title='looking beneath the ugly'/><author><name>krishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122629383375447907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800861489639020630.post-3716289108845332079</id><published>2007-12-16T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T04:25:07.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;missing school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya rite..&lt;br /&gt;when the holidays start many people are always like ..omg..i hate te hols ...i wanna go back to school..i wana meet my friends..so try to help me understand why i dun feel the same way..&lt;br /&gt;and why im so horribly horrified by the fact that school is goin to start and my life as i knoe is goin to be a living hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800861489639020630-3716289108845332079?l=krishisallme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/feeds/3716289108845332079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8800861489639020630&amp;postID=3716289108845332079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/3716289108845332079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/3716289108845332079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/2007/12/missing-school.html' title=''/><author><name>krishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122629383375447907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800861489639020630.post-5037478560841833061</id><published>2007-06-19T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:01:52.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well yesterday rite...&lt;br /&gt;while i was sleeping..i had the best dream i hav ever had in my entire life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;krish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;my hubby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;esfern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my hubby dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it started off wit me dating this reli sweet , kind and hot guy..we had been dating for like 5 years..and on our 5th anniversary he propose..&lt;br /&gt;dialoque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---at candle light dinner wit onli him n i in a small room..all prepard by him---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; omg i think i forgot sumthing today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;its ok i dun think u did..hey do u knoe i want to spend my life wit u ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;huh??y do u say so all of a sudden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well we hav been together for soo long..n i want to knoe(he kneels) if u will marry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;omg omg..r u proposing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ya it may seem so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;urm but i hav to get my parents permision..wat if they say no..n omg your parents..wat if they hate me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[parents (mine n his) walk out..we approved..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;scream--shout--omg im getting married..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then music plays..my favourite song..suddenly there is this voice..oomg its me ..like 2 years ago when he asked me how i wanted to get married..it went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hey krish how would u like to get married??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; dunno..i alwayz wanted a small wedding in hawaii with jus my family n urs n close friends..actually i want to get married like how nathan n haley got married in one tree hill..(sounds cheesy but not in my dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i hope i will be able to give u tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so do u want tat wedding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ya..but i mean we arent exactly rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;but i am..so we r off to hawaii then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oomg..dun lie ok.. dun lie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;im not lying..i love u ..n im gonna make ur dream come true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream ..suddenly esfern calls..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oomg hi esfern..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;crying-omg he was cheating on me..im so sori i din believe u krish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;its ok esfern..hey i hav good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;me breaking up wit him is not good news krish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i knoe..but im getting maried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;omg dun lie..i cant believe it..ok wait ..maybe i can..u guys were meant to be anywayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thanks..so u wanna go hawaii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;obviously..-scream-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--then--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esfern , soph, my sisters n i  go shopping for dresses..&lt;br /&gt;saw this gorgeous lavender dress for the dinner party n this beautiful satin plus lace dress(white)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the wedding i was so happy..we slowdanced n had so much fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to our room..oh btw..his father owns a hotel okey..so the room we had was actually a penthouse..a 2 floor penthouse in a hotel..freaking nice wei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on we went to the beach ..suddenly this paparazi jumps out..saying hey sir who is tat girl u were kissing(meaning me)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;omg who was tat..y did we hav to run from him.. y was he calling u sir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok..i wanted to avoide this topic until at least next week but i hav to tell u sumthing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i started to cry..wat is it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well u knoe tat guy 7 years ago who went missing in amerika whose father was reli rich n owned a hotel..n he was a worldclass basketballer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uhuh ya ...wat about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well tat is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wat the hell ..y din u tell me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i was afraid u wouldnt love me the way u do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well i still love u now rite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wait..but dun u earn like 2.5 million or more a year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ya..y??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;were r rich..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ya kinda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;omg..ok..i love u cause of u ..not cause of ur money..ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish this dream comes true..i reli reli wish..&lt;br /&gt;so to tat guy in my dream..whom did not state his name..im waiting for u ..hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800861489639020630-5037478560841833061?l=krishisallme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/feeds/5037478560841833061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8800861489639020630&amp;postID=5037478560841833061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/5037478560841833061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/5037478560841833061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/2007/06/well-yesterday-rite.html' title=''/><author><name>krishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122629383375447907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800861489639020630.post-7220575286924841511</id><published>2007-06-01T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:05:02.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt; ' s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok..so this is my list of never again's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;i will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; fall for a jerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; let myself be persuaded to do sumthin i dun wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; let others bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; stop myself from being myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; let anyone stand in the way of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; show sympathy from those who dont do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; let my depression b taken out on food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; fall to the feet of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will never say never..cause eventually i knoe i might do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800861489639020630-7220575286924841511?l=krishisallme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/feeds/7220575286924841511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8800861489639020630&amp;postID=7220575286924841511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/7220575286924841511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/7220575286924841511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-again.html' title='never again'/><author><name>krishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122629383375447907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800861489639020630.post-4555270058621895099</id><published>2007-05-31T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:09:02.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 angsana babes</title><content type='html'>ok im back..its kinda obvious im gonna talk bout my best friends...&lt;br /&gt;here they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl9-voaZH8I/AAAAAAAAABE/EMc0DTdP5j0/s1600-h/DSC02071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070911062209535938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl9-voaZH8I/AAAAAAAAABE/EMc0DTdP5j0/s320/DSC02071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7wJ4aZH7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ep12o7GRXJw/s1600-h/DSC02029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070754283018330034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7wJ4aZH7I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ep12o7GRXJw/s320/DSC02029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; ESFERN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; SOPHIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna start wit my best freind since last here...esfern..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;believe me she has been through her share of ups n downs this year..but i guess rite now she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ups..well tis amazing gal has been there for me throughout this year..i so so love her..i think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;withoout her i would hav lost my way..hav u ever wanted a friend to alwayz be there for u ..n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;not be fake or lie to u ..n jus be themselves..well esfern is the one..now im gonna tell u more bout &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;her..well i dun knoe much cause i onli met her last year..she is the same age as me ..she is super &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hot..she is funny , smart , cool , willing to do anything for others..i think if i had to go on..it would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;take all nite..well from the beginning of this year we all knoe tat esfern was reli sad cause of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sumthin..but i am proud n hapi to tell everyone tat she is back n she is hapi..so i jus wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;congratulate u for ur get together wit ..*ahem* *ahem*..i jus want u to knoe tat i would be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;very sad n depressed gir witout u .. i absolutely cherish all u hav done for me..n all ur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;advise..thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well soph n i started of last year as enemies..to tell u the truth i hated her..but i am so hapi we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;got through tat whole episode n r back as not onli friends but best best friends..soph as everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;knoes is our age..she is also hot n cool..n kinda poppularity consious..hehe..soph has this weird &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;thinking tat she is fat n ugly..no idea how she got tat idea..cause it is absolutely absurd..causse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;she is gorgeous n an amazing gal..soph i wanted u to knoe tat i appreciate all u hav done for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;me..n i am sure i would be so so sad if we werent in the same class..cause everyday u come into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;class wit either the same problem but worst or a funny joke tat kees a smile on my face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;throughoout the day..soph i hope u knoe i luv ya ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly..if there was an award for best friend in the world..they at least need to be nominated..not to win..but nominated..hehe..well to tell u the truth u guys may not win ..cause there r people out there willing to die for their friends..but im sure u guys would do tat for me..but hopefully we r never put in tat psition..lastly i wanted to tell u guys tat u win that award in my book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i owe u guys big time..for everything...especially bein able to put up wit my bad moods n all..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8800861489639020630-4555270058621895099?l=krishisallme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/feeds/4555270058621895099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8800861489639020630&amp;postID=4555270058621895099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/4555270058621895099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8800861489639020630/posts/default/4555270058621895099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krishisallme.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-hey.html' title='2 angsana babes'/><author><name>krishi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122629383375447907</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl9-voaZH8I/AAAAAAAAABE/EMc0DTdP5j0/s72-c/DSC02071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8800861489639020630.post-5903606761932681878</id><published>2007-05-31T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T08:54:14.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my neighbours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7u4YaZH6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/2Nfs9CbdRkw/s1600-h/DSCN3691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070752882858991522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7u4YaZH6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/2Nfs9CbdRkw/s320/DSCN3691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; its all bout us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see no evil...speak no evil..hear no evil..so sick of smelling evil..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7ttYaZH5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CWhcpAtaQSg/s1600-h/DSCN3679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070751594368802706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7ttYaZH5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/CWhcpAtaQSg/s320/DSCN3679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WENDY..KRISH..WERN..BEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wendy: huh..u want me to read!!!wait!!!how do i do tat???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krish: i am so freaking bored..y dont i eat my book..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poly: OMG..i understand..but all the words seem so ...urm..upsidedown..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(check out the upside down book )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bel: dont worry im paying attention..oopsss..fell asleep..but at least i look serious..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749880676851586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="233" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7sJoaZH4I/AAAAAAAAAAk/rt_L6aRTIeQ/s320/DSCN3672.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;ME...WENDY..POLY/WERN..BEL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well tis is us..the lin seng babes..but we r missing sab n thiv..well sab was busy chatting so..her loss..OMG..i look so tall next to them..check out me wit the fan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7rdIaZH3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/GPRUIe31a_c/s1600-h/3+of+us.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070749116172672882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7rdIaZH3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/GPRUIe31a_c/s320/3+of+us.bmp" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me...BEL..SAB&lt;/div&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 align="center"&gt;these r the wackiest among all of the neighbours..bel is like so nice..she is my runner coach..she may look little but she is fast..sab is the same age as bel..form4.. she owns loads of dvd's..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7qw4aZH2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U_FxWoO10Vo/s1600-h/DSCN3732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070748355963461474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7qw4aZH2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/U_FxWoO10Vo/s320/DSCN3732.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WENDY n i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so tis is wendy..we r the same age..but she is in sri aman..she is reli cool plus she is a fast runner..faster than me..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070747793322745682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T440L1PYaxQ/Rl7qQIaZH1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/knqJ53yoAuA/s320/DSCN3680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;WERN n i&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 align="center"&gt;hey everyone jus wanted u guys to get to knoe my neighbour..she is damn nice n she is a total poser...hehe hav u checked out her blog..wow!!she can define POSER..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 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