<?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-6323344428064575895</id><updated>2012-02-09T16:43:22.294+08:00</updated><category term='Gau'/><category term='Short and Sweet'/><category term='Failure.'/><category term='Liquor courage'/><category term='Bia'/><category term='Cherilynn'/><category term='Regrets'/><category term='Pain.'/><title type='text'>I might be a fool, but my promises are true.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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>240</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-1733271332813207251</id><published>2012-02-09T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:43:22.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta stop expecting and getting disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-1733271332813207251?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1733271332813207251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/gotta-stop-expecting-and-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1733271332813207251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1733271332813207251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/gotta-stop-expecting-and-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4891788577498717488</id><published>2012-02-09T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:27:17.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if is probably the reason im staying around</title><content type='html'>Left a week before you flying off. So many things to i want to do with you but i doubt ill get a chance. I will never experience what is like to embrace or just to lay down and watch the damn movie flipped. How we will feel after the movie , will we quarrel over different point of views or will we go Aww in unison.Going to the science center and hurting your neck due to the omni theatre get your hair stand up by the electric shock thingy. Picnic with curry bread. So many things , i can only imagine in my mind. I really hope i get to do all these stuff with you but life isnt  going to grant my every wishes.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;A goodbye isn’t painful unless you know you’re never going to say hello again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwft9oezB41qzz2moo1_500.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4891788577498717488?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4891788577498717488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-if-is-probably-reason-im-staying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4891788577498717488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4891788577498717488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/what-if-is-probably-reason-im-staying.html' title='What if is probably the reason im staying around'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-451283392094017117</id><published>2012-02-06T21:03:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:54:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could be the end of a chapter.</title><content type='html'>What if your best isn't good enough? opening your heart hurts , its time to feel numb , its time to give up.i cant take this pain any much longer. i feel like im going to break down.Can't stand countless sleepless nights worrying.Can't stand watching the person i like being together with another guy. Im tired of always being hidden.Its okay to feel hurt once but feeling hurt consistently will also break the strongest of body. It might be time to give up on love. How come love hurts so much? Its much better if i were to feel nothing at all. Its been a long time since i tasted salty tears. I might be understanding , i might be stronger but afterall ,im still just a boy wanting nothing more then love. Good things come to an end. The skype messages will always be a memory and something for me to laugh about.You could be the best i never had.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lurb5fi7LP1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, adobe-helvetica, 'Arial Narrow'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;There is the risk you cannot afford to take and there is the risk you cannot afford not to take.&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/6323344428064575895-451283392094017117?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/451283392094017117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/opening-your-heart-hurts-its-time-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/451283392094017117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/451283392094017117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/opening-your-heart-hurts-its-time-to.html' title='Could be the end of a chapter.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4298275835938908214</id><published>2012-02-05T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:58:52.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF WHY ALL THE PICTURES SO RELATED! WTFFFFFFF FML</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/425577_300446066678562_100001395140492_898397_762085731_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s320x320/428938_361297520548176_310916978919564_1469528_254686901_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4298275835938908214?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4298275835938908214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4298275835938908214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4298275835938908214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.html' title='WTF WHY ALL THE PICTURES SO RELATED! WTFFFFFFF FML'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-3722105336933530443</id><published>2012-02-04T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T01:35:33.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If love was all about giving and not receiving , i would be drained dry</title><content type='html'>I cant believe im still coming back to this spot to basically whine. I doubt i can sleep tonight if i dont tell someone about how fucked up i feel. My best friend isnt here with me. Im alone for six weeks. But its just constant disappointment , love has given me. Its wrong to like another's person girl. Its also right for the girl's to remain loyal to the guy. But i just had to fuck things up by liking the person . screwing over a good friendship that may someday blossom into a relationship with daily skype calls and throwing of virtual cakes and poke over the internet. Doing 15 tips online to stay throughout the long distance relationship. But its been getting so hard to pretend that it doesnt affect me. I dont even know what to do. As much as i want to maintain the relationship, the balance wont be there because shes attached. See jun , WHY THE FUCK DO YOU ALWAYS GET INTO THIS KIND OF MESS. Its been a long time since i felt this way , the fucked up feeling of being rejected. Love hurts , it really does. Its like you have ten people wrenching your heart , twisting and pulling it.I just feel like tearing it out so i wont have to feel the pain. ( wah like damn emo , i can be a storywriter! so drama! hahha) I used to tell myself , Hey its alright as long she is happy. i'm happy. BULLSHIT , as long im the one making her happy , im happy that should be the line. I dont understand how people can stand there and watch as their loved ones get taken away. I want to do something but i know i already lost. So can anyone give me a sign on what can i do? All i want is just a silly relationship.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwmq28OB3J1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6323344428064575895-3722105336933530443?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3722105336933530443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-just-want-to-turn-on-sad-music-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3722105336933530443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3722105336933530443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-just-want-to-turn-on-sad-music-and.html' title='If love was all about giving and not receiving , i would be drained dry'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-2456696532461221218</id><published>2011-03-28T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T13:48:22.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont u feel u should just turn on sad music and cry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; white-space: pre; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know what it's like to feel alone.  And, that's why I stay alone,  because I never want to feel alone again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; white-space: pre; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(168, 168, 168); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; white-space: pre; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhy8xevyqB1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6323344428064575895-2456696532461221218?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2456696532461221218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/03/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2456696532461221218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2456696532461221218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/03/hmm.html' title='Dont u feel u should just turn on sad music and cry?'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-2445167808458862843</id><published>2011-02-26T19:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:22:05.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried till my face turn green</title><content type='html'>Seems like ages since i return to this blog.Well considering the fact that i only post stuff when im mostly emo.Well, BB if u see this blog post please reply me. I dont know what i did but not talking to you is killing me inside.Just tell me what's wrong, I dont want to lose you sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgm8wr58Jn1qzr04eo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Being strong is important, but knowing who you can count on is equally important.Im not strong without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-2445167808458862843?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2445167808458862843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/02/worried-till-my-face-turn-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2445167808458862843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2445167808458862843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/02/worried-till-my-face-turn-green.html' title='Worried till my face turn green'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6271209433647886642</id><published>2011-01-23T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T00:38:53.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I hate you because you make me miss you so much&lt;div&gt;I hate you because you forever spoil moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you because you always never rou ma back with me,making me feel like a loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you because whenever i asked a question about me to boost confidence, you always destroy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you because you still haven't share everything with me yet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because you make me so happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because your so understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because you are almost scared of everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because you sacrifice alot for this relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because of the ai xing breakfast you made for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because well i like you alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because i always get hugs and kisses when we are not moving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because im just so used to holding your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like you because whenever we go out time seems to pass by ever so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TTsGfiT5cbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/MAHP4xFAgmI/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TTsGfiT5cbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/MAHP4xFAgmI/s400/IMG_0762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565048903402353074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px; "&gt;Sitting next to you doing absolutely nothing, means absolutely everything to me&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/6323344428064575895-6271209433647886642?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6271209433647886642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-heart-sees-what-is-invisible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6271209433647886642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6271209433647886642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/sometimes-heart-sees-what-is-invisible.html' title='Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TTsGfiT5cbI/AAAAAAAAAiY/MAHP4xFAgmI/s72-c/IMG_0762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-4909269918336225712</id><published>2011-01-20T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T00:24:47.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What can i say? This days spending with you has been nothing but awesome awesome awesome.Even though i sleep a little less now but its so worth it.I like everything about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your awesome smile , demure looks when i say something cheeky, grab my hand ever so tightly when you are scared of almost everything.Hug and kiss me shyly whenever i ask for it.The best of all , you never complain about everything.This could be the start of something very long.Can't wait to see you tmr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S i still dunno where to go fml.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TTcPSO7jZHI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Oid50sYO8go/s1600/tumblr_l61iuaPnhI1qcrcego1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TTcPSO7jZHI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Oid50sYO8go/s400/tumblr_l61iuaPnhI1qcrcego1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563932670559478898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;I am a hopeless romantic and I love to spoil my girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4909269918336225712?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4909269918336225712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/kiss-without-hug-is-like-flower-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4909269918336225712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4909269918336225712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/kiss-without-hug-is-like-flower-without.html' title='A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TTcPSO7jZHI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Oid50sYO8go/s72-c/tumblr_l61iuaPnhI1qcrcego1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-6449701064043912251</id><published>2011-01-14T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:21:34.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BB</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lesxb46WUC1qbnd6lo1_500.png" alt="hickeyfest:  I’ll marry him if he destroys his video game player for me instead. " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL ITS A SIGN BB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-6449701064043912251?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6449701064043912251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/bb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6449701064043912251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6449701064043912251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/bb.html' title='BB'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-3398194607918198457</id><published>2011-01-12T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:14:23.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a happy now seriously. ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TSyBkKwUehI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XlpVCJTwGoU/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TSyBkKwUehI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XlpVCJTwGoU/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560962098258016786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether I’ve done wrong or she has done wrong, we work it out because we made a promise and our hearts will not let that break.Lets go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-3398194607918198457?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3398194607918198457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-happy-now-seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3398194607918198457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3398194607918198457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/like-happy-now-seriously.html' title='Like a happy now seriously. ^^'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TSyBkKwUehI/AAAAAAAAAiI/XlpVCJTwGoU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-6510664433474903787</id><published>2011-01-05T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:17:44.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh Heh!</title><content type='html'>know u want to remain annoymous so lets remain annoymous! anyway hope u like the small surprise from me. it was nothing anyway =/ i was doing it when i was finishing my project cus no time already so its like suckish sorry =/. anyways thanks for all the smses! helped me to kill alot of time and i know more awesome time is going to be spent tgt! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld698ohkCV1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who says we dont have anything in common? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-6510664433474903787?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6510664433474903787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/heh-heh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6510664433474903787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6510664433474903787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/heh-heh.html' title='Heh Heh!'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-1350260298163993954</id><published>2011-01-03T19:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:51:46.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparks ignite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Never ignore a person who loves you. Because one day, you might wake from sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars. Never give up on love. Because even if he isn't your cup of tea, there isnt any chemistry, someone out there loves you deeply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_le3hghzrMc1qb1jiho1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-1350260298163993954?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1350260298163993954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/sparks-ignite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1350260298163993954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1350260298163993954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/sparks-ignite.html' title='Sparks ignite.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-411755807806168925</id><published>2011-01-02T00:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:43:27.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 please be kind to me.</title><content type='html'>How awesome is to spend the first day of new year waking up at 4 in the afternoon? Awesome siloso countdown beach party! awesome fireworks! just simply awesome apart of the fact that my legs died and the party was like a major dickfest LOLOL.Not to say i got some text msgs on the first day of the year which made me very happy ^^. i think this year will be a awesome year. K lets just go with that for now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldh7z7B7lH1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-411755807806168925?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/411755807806168925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-awesome-is-to-spend-first-day-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/411755807806168925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/411755807806168925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-awesome-is-to-spend-first-day-of.html' title='2011 please be kind to me.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-1828204126269322236</id><published>2010-12-24T15:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T15:58:05.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what if its Christmas? im still not happy.</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming and yet im not looking forward to it.Why? cause the girl i love is not celebrating with me.For the first time in my life, i cannot pluck out the courage to confess or even drop hints because i know once i confess im doomed to rejection and my 1% of hope will become hopelessness.False hope also hope wad.Anyway, i hope you have a wonderful xmas and yea.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5751485/tumblr_ldwnqm7Kkg1qd646ho1_500_large.jpg?1293175806" alt="Tumblr_ldwnqm7kkg1qd646ho1_500_large" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved.&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/6323344428064575895-1828204126269322236?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1828204126269322236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-coming-and-yet-im-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1828204126269322236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1828204126269322236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-is-coming-and-yet-im-not.html' title='So what if its Christmas? im still not happy.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-2203591288660513350</id><published>2010-12-21T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:06:54.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the truth turns ugly.</title><content type='html'>As a matter of fact , i find it tougher acting like a friend now. it sucks, trying to mask your emotions and lying to myself to make myself feel better.Well, isnt that a cycle?always the one you like will like another person and so on and on.Im so afraid to tell you how i feel for the fact that it will change our relationship and yea... But im not that type of coward guy that hides his feelings but when im around you its like i become some pussycat. =(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/1210300/And_They_All_Believe_It_by_JS07M378_large.jpg?1261853650" alt="And_they_all_believe_it_by_js07m378_large" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im not chasing you , i just wanna be friends with you and remain single till i grow old if thats what i have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-2203591288660513350?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2203591288660513350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-matter-of-fact-i-find-it-tougher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2203591288660513350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2203591288660513350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-matter-of-fact-i-find-it-tougher.html' title='When the truth turns ugly.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-2584295828776288139</id><published>2010-12-14T13:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:58:26.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could read my mind, you would be in tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ld7xqcl9fh1qbpwzeo1_500.jpg" alt="lovequotesrus:  Photo Courtesy: bluquote " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;The awkward moment when someone asks what's wrong, and they're the problem&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/6323344428064575895-2584295828776288139?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2584295828776288139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/lovequotesrus-photo-courtesy-bluquote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2584295828776288139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2584295828776288139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/lovequotesrus-photo-courtesy-bluquote.html' title='If you could read my mind, you would be in tears.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-5208718698520493896</id><published>2010-12-13T16:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:03:03.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我感动天感动地怎么感动不了你?</title><content type='html'>First time im using a chinese word seh hahaha! okay hope you have fun overseas! im like suffering over here.But nvm when you come back ill finsh my exams then we can hang out more often okay!Ill try my very best to be always there for you even if it kills me.wah like drama HAHAH&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://legacyentries.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/20081213152057.jpg" alt="20081213152057" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; "&gt;I guess what I really want is to feel loved. Like just for once, somebody would be afraid of losing me. Like I’m a priority, not just an option that’s never chosen. I want to be told i’m beautiful. I want people to care enough to stay in my life and not walk out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-5208718698520493896?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5208718698520493896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5208718698520493896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5208718698520493896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='我感动天感动地怎么感动不了你?'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6809350158081276130</id><published>2010-12-11T21:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:05:58.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;He may hold your hand but im so greedy that i want to hold your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5440494/love,quotes,holding,holding,hands,quote,hurt-fc1af9f109df50adb3e727c1ccdd51bb_h_large.jpg?1292034732" alt="Love,quotes,holding,holding,hands,quote,hurt-fc1af9f109df50adb3e727c1ccdd51bb_h_large" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;it hurts when we risk our hearts and it ends up being broken. but what hurts even more is when we still hold on when we already know that we're waiting for nothing...&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/6323344428064575895-6809350158081276130?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6809350158081276130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-may-hold-your-hand-but-im-so-greedy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6809350158081276130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6809350158081276130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/he-may-hold-your-hand-but-im-so-greedy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-1725932334227232905</id><published>2010-12-11T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T15:22:12.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thou shall wait</title><content type='html'>So i guess that we have become closer? maybe it was my wishful thinking that someday you will like me but i guess that day will take a  long day to come.But nevertheless,I just wait for you and hope that one day u will wake up and say hey i think i love you and run into my arms.Okay,lets just go with that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lclfroGz6a1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just say yes to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Most of the time when I say “I’m fine”, I say it because if I told you what’s wrong, I feel like you wouldn’t really care anyway. And even if you did, You won't know that everything is about  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-1725932334227232905?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1725932334227232905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-i-guess-that-we-have-become-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1725932334227232905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1725932334227232905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-i-guess-that-we-have-become-closer.html' title='Thou shall wait'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-456493818424251012</id><published>2010-12-10T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T10:04:03.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>I just don't get the fact that why does girls always tend to neglect guys that treat them well? It's like those guys that treats them well and they will only think that " oh  , this one is my good friend la thats why he treat me so well" Have you ever thought that the guy might be in love with you and words like that really hurts him but she probably won't know because he will mask his sadness behind his smile.The guy probably won't tell you that he likes you for the fear that he might ruin the last bit of friendship that you guys shared.But then again, he already made it so obvious to her that he likes her and if she doesnt even put in the effort to take the hint then liddat lor. Sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5418812/tumblr_ld3hkqBOvI1qa86w3o1_500_large.jpg?1291945817" alt="Tumblr_ld3hkqbovi1qa86w3o1_500_large" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do girls always tend to look far and wide for guys that are can be their boyfriend? How about instead of taking a step back and look at the horizon, take a step infront and look at what is infront of you.I may not be as handsome as your crush, i may not be as good or ever will be as him.But one thing i am sure, i will treat you better then him, i will love you better then him and ill make you the happiest girl alive but only if you choose you look near instead of far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6323344428064575895-456493818424251012?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/456493818424251012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/seriously.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/456493818424251012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/456493818424251012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-8783034941501786751</id><published>2010-12-07T15:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:12:33.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoric moment</title><content type='html'>Exams are round the corner, So im sort of like semi stressed out due to studying and the lack of play is driving me nuts.Sometimes i wonder if u ever bothered enough to come to my blog to read about my daily escapes&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/5358227/tumblr_lcxpb021qu1qc3dhho1_400_large.jpg?1291704168" alt="Tumblr_lcxpb021qu1qc3dhho1_400_large" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only life could be this simple.The one you love, loves you back and whatever u desire comes in your way.Then again you won't be able to cherish stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-8783034941501786751?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8783034941501786751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/euphoric-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8783034941501786751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8783034941501786751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/euphoric-moment.html' title='Euphoric moment'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-7474120253931367987</id><published>2010-12-06T13:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:15:23.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px; "&gt;I don't care if wanting her to love me is like wanting it to snow in a desert,i'll still sit and wish on every grain of sand until i see a snowflake...is that so wrong?is it foolish to want something everyone says is immpossible, with all your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-7474120253931367987?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7474120253931367987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-care-if-wanting-her-to-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7474120253931367987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7474120253931367987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-dont-care-if-wanting-her-to-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-7134986481591497768</id><published>2010-11-30T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:59:13.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let grief fucking hit you.</title><content type='html'>Bah everyday is raining. sooner or later singapore is going to be underwater.Well, i can't skate for ten million years already due to the heavy rainfall and life is so boring now.After school go home, study slack sleep project skate and i will repeat the same routine all over again.But im not complaining because its kinda relaxing and slow paced.Hmm perhaps i shall pick up a new skill if i have a time?Maybe i should stop being a computer idoit hahahah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lckglbPufw1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world will be a better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-7134986481591497768?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7134986481591497768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/11/cause-im-halfway-gone-on-and-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7134986481591497768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7134986481591497768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/11/cause-im-halfway-gone-on-and-gone.html' title='Just let grief fucking hit you.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-8631929913810597957</id><published>2010-11-19T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T01:32:35.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is life without a purpose? What is purpose without love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;I ____ you .... too bad you dont know. I wish i could tell you but i'm afriad of what you might say back and im afraid that it will change everything between us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbojrspXpl1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;its because words dont matter action does and i won't promise you forever but ill promise you that ill try.&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/6323344428064575895-8631929913810597957?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8631929913810597957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-life-without-purpose-what-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8631929913810597957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8631929913810597957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-is-life-without-purpose-what-is.html' title='What is life without a purpose? What is purpose without love?'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4152393237153257233</id><published>2010-11-16T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:21:34.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes things cant be explained.You just have to trust.</title><content type='html'>I don't want to say anything is because i dont want to ruin the moment that we shared together.I don't want because of a yes or no.Something drastic might change between us.I rather a dunno that makes us stay the way we are now.Happy and carefree.I don't want to hurt you the second time.I just want to make you smile and feel loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4152393237153257233?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4152393237153257233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-things-cant-be-explainedyou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4152393237153257233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4152393237153257233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/11/sometimes-things-cant-be-explainedyou.html' title='Sometimes things cant be explained.You just have to trust.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4054013347855641137</id><published>2010-10-31T03:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T03:19:34.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill still light the way for you like yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Damn, i don't even know why im stucked and unable to move on.Its like a certain force is pulling me back whenever i try to move forward kinda like paranormal activity but not so scary hahaha!&lt;div&gt;Seriously, the show was damm dumb, me and xx perma discuss what will happen to the house and family and we always get wrong fail.Okay, enough of sidetracking.So i already got no business in your life already.I want to move on  but im still lost and can't find my way back on track so i guess i will have leave my heart open incase you come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4681350/tumblr_l7fe9aI9NI1qc390ro1_400_thumb.jpg?1288465588" alt="Im trying to find my calling..." /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I still don't know what to say and where to start.But what i know is that i will always talk about or think about you but the fact is you are long gone.Tell me how am i going to pick the pieces up&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/6323344428064575895-4054013347855641137?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4054013347855641137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-still-light-way-for-you-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4054013347855641137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4054013347855641137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-still-light-way-for-you-like.html' title='Ill still light the way for you like yesterday.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-818433875602147980</id><published>2010-10-30T03:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T03:33:46.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exit Wounds</title><content type='html'>Ah,Two ulcers has sprouted on my lips, leaving tingles of pain whenever i move my lips or eat.Life sucks when you have ulcers especially two.Asked a buddy of mine whether will we stay as friends forever.I know it sound gay but it doesn't hurt to imagine what will happen 80 years from now right.You could be alone drinking kopi or bitch slapping your friends of 60 years if u decide to make the friendship work.First of school already make me wish for the holidays to come back again.Once i open my eyes, i will immediately feel the annoyance and lack of motivation to force myself out of bad.Fucking bed has such a strong pulling force.Alright, i just realised this isn't a emo post but a post out of sheer boredom and insomnia.Maybe i should read my notes to sleep.K, sounds like a good plan. Kthxbai.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l42knvwFzw1qzr7ibo1_500.jpg" alt="(via suzywire)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;its not denial im just selective about reality,only the fucking good one that deserve my utmost attention and remembrance.&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/6323344428064575895-818433875602147980?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/818433875602147980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/exit-wounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/818433875602147980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/818433875602147980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/exit-wounds.html' title='Exit Wounds'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-3071435666231019584</id><published>2010-10-28T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T22:23:32.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets change the De to a In.</title><content type='html'>Okay been a long time since i blogged.School has been such a whore even though its only been one week and i end at six everyday with the exception of Friday.It can't get any worse then that.On the other hand,my friends pointed out a flaw in me which is that im highly dependent on them.Its all about give and take.But it seems that im always taking from them and giving nothing in return.Well, i want to be a good friend but i don't have anything to offer.I mean at this rate,things are going to change and i don't want that to happen.I really gotta stop being so dependent and start being independent already.Maybe in the future, they could rely on me for a change.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4639836/tumblr_l5s85pds9B1qc96hoo1_400_large.jpg?1288273174" alt="Tumblr_l5s85pds9b1qc96hoo1_400_large" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Independence, Time for a change to depend on myself instead of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-3071435666231019584?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3071435666231019584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-change-de-to-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3071435666231019584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3071435666231019584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-change-de-to-in.html' title='Lets change the De to a In.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-611612492163373787</id><published>2010-10-19T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:32:07.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a oxymoron sometimes.</title><content type='html'>I feel like im always self contradicting with whatever i say.Like for example, im racist to malays yet i get angry with other people who scold malays become i have A good malay friend.Shit, even when im blogging im doing it again hahaha. We had a impromptu shisha session thanks to twitter.yes, you heard me, its twitter. Not phone calls, sms or facebook but the little sound that birds make.I didnt expect everyone to turn up and i really miss all of you people. i think if we were not to meet any longer we will probably drift apart which i don't want it to happen. Like i said i hate changes =/.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised changes always become worse and not for the better.At least for my case but then again life is fair. i do have alot of stuff to thank for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4456415/tumblr_lahucf7VJk1qck8rjo1_500_large.jpg?1287418415" alt="Tumblr_lahucf7vjk1qck8rjo1_500_large" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes burdens and problems can be like shackles tied to your legs pulling you down.Guess everyone needs some balloons to make them soar right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-611612492163373787?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/611612492163373787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-oxymoron-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/611612492163373787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/611612492163373787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-feel-like-oxymoron-sometimes.html' title='I feel like a oxymoron sometimes.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-7883234776599779708</id><published>2010-10-13T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T17:31:35.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not asleep.</title><content type='html'>Two more weeks till school reopen. I hate school because im not close with my mates, i suck at studies and i have a few boring lecturers and i hate my course so much.But i have to get the god damm diploma.Who in the right mind dreams to fix pipes and air con.Correction, who is the right mind has the fucking passion or desire to do that.I know i rather do other stuffs that unclog a toliet bowl.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been seriously slow and boring.Not that im complaining, im not bored of it but sooner or later i will need some action in my life.Where is all the actions? If your hiding now come out please because im running out of epic moments to show off =(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9gr0f3ylV1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im afraid of changes, i hate changes. I just want everything to stay the same forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-7883234776599779708?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7883234776599779708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-asleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7883234776599779708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7883234776599779708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-asleep.html' title='Not asleep.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-545086133446531190</id><published>2010-10-08T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:50:21.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sastifaction</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo im back from malaysia with a cut on my neck from dodging tree leaves!. Malaysia was damm fun and i managed to bond with alot of people. I really enjoyed myself and of course there are lots of epic moments inside and i learnt alot of stuff from the camping.One thing i learnt is courage to do something.I applied this to my skating and it works well for me.J slide tmr wish me luck gaise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9kykdZQ291qzr04eo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a chio bu sia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-545086133446531190?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/545086133446531190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/sastifaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/545086133446531190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/545086133446531190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/10/sastifaction.html' title='Sastifaction'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-2506983625931032038</id><published>2010-09-23T23:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:15:08.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love when im ready not lonely.</title><content type='html'>Powerhouse was alright yesterday met some new friends which stays at the west side which means now i got cab buddies to save money woo hoo! On the other hand, i slided in the rain today.Kinda made me feel cool to slide damm far due to the lack of friction and the splashing of water adds the effects.7 more weeks to Snfc,i hope i can master enough stuff to get into the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian, Xx,i really hope that whatever happens to you makes you more mature and stronger because i know your worth more then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TJtuu-mbdtI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sdkHSjrZynw/s1600/tumblr_l8jvirFYBa1qzr04eo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TJtuu-mbdtI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sdkHSjrZynw/s400/tumblr_l8jvirFYBa1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520127521629894354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pain and disappointment are part of life, Counter it by being larger then life.&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/6323344428064575895-2506983625931032038?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2506983625931032038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-when-im-ready-not-lonely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2506983625931032038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2506983625931032038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-when-im-ready-not-lonely.html' title='Love when im ready not lonely.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TJtuu-mbdtI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sdkHSjrZynw/s72-c/tumblr_l8jvirFYBa1qzr04eo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-6392191361425168656</id><published>2010-09-22T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T17:55:10.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To die for.</title><content type='html'>Up to these eighteen years of my life.I still don't know how really love feels like.Is it love when someone hurts you and you still want to be with them? Or is it love when you are happy with the person that you like.Love is funny isn't it? If one day i managed to figure out what is love. Ill probably be a billionaire for giving talks and counseling.They say that Life without love isn't worth living.I say dont let love prevent you from living your life.I seen people who are single for the rest of their lives are pretty much happy and on the other hand, most of the married couples aren't very happy.If only life was like a television drama, won't it be easier? You could do something so self sacrificing that even strangers get moved by your actions and it happens that the girl of your dreams walks by and sees it or magically notices it and she starts to tear and you guys end up happily ever after.But in life this things doesn't happen.You sacrifice for the girl, she will be touched. eventually she will get used to the sacrificing and takes stuff for granted.I always thought i had incinerated all thoughts from the past.Numbed the pain that you gave me.I think i just had a relapse and  i think im still a little not too over you.But i doubt you will probably read my blog anyway.I pushed you away because i didn't want to get hurt but i doubt you even liked me anyway but still i want to see how much i can love you before i really give up on you and even love itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TJnSI0NEphI/AAAAAAAAAh0/f8wSEWLnCFo/s1600/tumblr_l8fkxbRp3Q1qzr04eo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TJnSI0NEphI/AAAAAAAAAh0/f8wSEWLnCFo/s400/tumblr_l8fkxbRp3Q1qzr04eo1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519673867213514258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;They say when there is pain, there is life.I used to feel pain in my heart but now its numb.Does it mean that my heart has stop living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-6392191361425168656?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6392191361425168656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-die-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6392191361425168656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6392191361425168656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-die-for.html' title='To die for.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TJnSI0NEphI/AAAAAAAAAh0/f8wSEWLnCFo/s72-c/tumblr_l8fkxbRp3Q1qzr04eo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-2420357614724922577</id><published>2010-09-20T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T03:15:43.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay me and my skating buds. Sounds cool huh skating buds decided to join some skating competition to gain experience.But i will probably suck like hell cause i dont have alot of moves in my bag.I got a month to learn lots of stuff i afraid i cant make it but then again ill be motivated and i do work best under stress i hope i will learn alot this month. Good luck to me and see me turn pro in a few years LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8b8p9G7Ir1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&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;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we’re all alone, then we’re all together in that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-2420357614724922577?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2420357614724922577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-me-and-my-skating-buds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2420357614724922577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2420357614724922577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-me-and-my-skating-buds.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6624338249805194249</id><published>2010-09-12T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:40:58.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets all be fucking diamonds instead.</title><content type='html'>Wtf i got ten million injuries yesterday from playing catching on my roller blades.I dont even know whether was i dumb or brave but nevertheless i got some compliments ^^. Its like my mind say yes u can do this turn but my body says no and next thing i know im on the ground, livid with pain.&lt;div&gt;Then again i managed to master one more slide due to yesterday secret training.But i lost the motivation to master another slide because of the difficulty and the falling rate.But i will find it back very soon because i have the passion to get better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8dhomx2Yp1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" alt="Photographer: Miguel Ángel Yuste Words: smilesaregolden" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A diamond is nothing more than a lump of coal that handled stress very well.&lt;/i&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/6323344428064575895-6624338249805194249?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6624338249805194249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-all-be-fucking-diamonds-instead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6624338249805194249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6624338249805194249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-all-be-fucking-diamonds-instead.html' title='Lets all be fucking diamonds instead.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-7694285815498147073</id><published>2010-09-10T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T23:20:17.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FuckYeahExams</title><content type='html'>FUCKING EXAMS IS FINALLY OVER WOOO HOOOOO!.but i screwed up my last paper but never mind i guess that's life been overnighting at mac for a couple of days because i last minute hug Buddha leg.So i had been kinda stressful over the exams period but im euphoric that its over now!&lt;div&gt;So today me and Xx probably walk the entire town back and forth to look for shirts and pants but we manage to get some awesome shitzxzxzx.Next time show you guys and see.Look like a handsome LOLOL.I cut my hair short and now im so not used to it man but still overlay FTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l8hntunlkp1qzx5i0o1_500.jpg" alt="Box Car Racer - I Feel So" /&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;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Something still exists as long as there’s someone around to remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-7694285815498147073?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7694285815498147073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/fuckyeahexams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7694285815498147073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7694285815498147073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/fuckyeahexams.html' title='FuckYeahExams'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6747677718935177977</id><published>2010-09-05T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T22:00:15.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay time for zombie going to study overnight with Xane at lot one mac i hope i will be able to remember all the fucking shit for the exam later on.Thanks to jia jun for coming earlier to help me with my questions.Now i feel more relaxed for tmr's paper.LET ME DESTROY YOU FUCKING FEN. JUN SAYS RAWR!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7yswieWPH1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;When real people fall down in life, they get right back up and keep walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/6323344428064575895-6747677718935177977?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6747677718935177977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-time-for-zombie-going-to-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6747677718935177977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6747677718935177977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/okay-time-for-zombie-going-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-5543314726558522108</id><published>2010-09-04T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T21:28:02.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doomsday coming.</title><content type='html'>Just a quick post before i go off to study.Im probably stalling for time not to study. Damm my attitude in studying. Badminton was pretty fucked up considering the fact that i broke my toe nail and have to literally limp to get the ball but i still have fun but today i didn't get to experience my power pack sat that consists of sleeping to 12 noon and going off to badminton to 6 and blading till the wee hours in the morning because i have to study for my stupid modules and why is that whenever i never skate sometime epic happens seriously.I dont think i have fate with epic moments of life in skating.But then again i hope that my studying will work out fine before i dedicate my holidays to honing my skills in blading to show off to chio bu HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7v3q0WhGZ1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-5543314726558522108?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5543314726558522108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-quick-post-before-i-go-off-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5543314726558522108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5543314726558522108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-quick-post-before-i-go-off-to.html' title='Doomsday coming.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-2562480005838164949</id><published>2010-09-04T02:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:13:27.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get the fuck back up when you fall.</title><content type='html'>I dont know whether anyone of you think that if someone skate consecutively for 5 days straight is considered no life but to me.I dont think so because im spending my time wisely by learning new stuff instead of slacking around.But the wounds on my hands and legs make it harder for me to learn.But fuck it we are only young once so lets just sparta and die! LOLOL. I gotta thank alot of people for being so patient with me especially  Xx. We spent like 5 hours just for me to learn one slide that i have been dreaming for so long and finally i managed to master it and now i just need to put in abit more effort to perfect it. But my body hurts so bad now i dont even know im going to survive tomorrow badminton's training due to my strained wrist from countless falling.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7pkovOtwn1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It’s hard to fight the things we’re afraid of. Sometimes we just need a little help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-2562480005838164949?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2562480005838164949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/bruised-and-scars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2562480005838164949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2562480005838164949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/bruised-and-scars.html' title='Get the fuck back up when you fall.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-2875866341983420583</id><published>2010-09-01T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:19:49.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIKE A CHIO BU SIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrWEyVWvTSU/THEd3Sf09PI/AAAAAAAAHWs/H7BxxXe8EzM/s400/DSCN9853.b.w..JPG" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-2875866341983420583?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2875866341983420583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-chio-bu-sia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2875866341983420583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2875866341983420583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/09/like-chio-bu-sia.html' title='LIKE A CHIO BU SIA'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrWEyVWvTSU/THEd3Sf09PI/AAAAAAAAHWs/H7BxxXe8EzM/s72-c/DSCN9853.b.w..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-8501533830697607837</id><published>2010-08-30T18:13:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:30:14.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I woke up at two today with the purpose of rubbing it into people's faces who had exams today hahahah! Today is probably one of those rare days where i get to stay at home with no plans and nothing to do.Well mousehunt isn't something that is doing so yahhhhhhh.In case anyone of you who lives under a rock and do not know what mousehunt is.Its a bloody facebook that manage to wake me up in the middle of the night.God damm game.Well, i do have something i wanna do today.I want to finish revising my test paper for my exam next week but for some reasons i keep procrastinating.Sigh procrastination is the thief of time seriously.Well im going to do it after my dinner! i spent the days recuperating my swollen legs and injured hands due to the falls of roller blading.The falls are painful but the satisfaction of learning a new move is beyond describable or maybe im just using that to fill the void in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7m5kkFSWD1qzr04eo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;You don't remember what happen.What you remember becomes what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/6323344428064575895-8501533830697607837?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8501533830697607837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/08/lazy-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8501533830697607837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8501533830697607837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/08/lazy-monday.html' title='Lazy Monday'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-3986735949341881820</id><published>2010-08-29T03:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:44:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REVIVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/THlmVhHGMBI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vNZfWaAYR6c/s1600/tumblr_l43og8Jerq1qzx5i0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/THlmVhHGMBI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vNZfWaAYR6c/s400/tumblr_l43og8Jerq1qzx5i0o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510548138915934226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of leaving my blog dead. Its time to revive it again! Life is full of ups and downs.Full of unpredictable stuff.Things that may go your way doesn't really go your way and things that you think won't happen actually happen.Right now, I dont want to get into anything serious.I just want to focus on my skating which is my current hobby Thanks to XX for the one million injuries that i have gotten even though i started two weeks only.Skating has been playing a great part of my life because whenever i skate i feel very carefree and somehow it seems to take away all of my problems and negative thoughts because my mind will be filled up with " FUCK DONT FALL!" The satisfaction of achieving a new slide or learning a new move is beyond describable.It gives you a sense of motivation and confidence that surges into your body make you wanting more success more difficult moves to conquer and add them into your " i own this move" list. Skating also makes a great metaphor to life.Take skating for example,if you fall down, you will probably stand up and try again.No matter how hard the fall as long as you stand up there is still a chance for you to overcome the obstacle.Same goes for life.When life knocks you know, all you have to do and get back up and continue moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You may think I’m small, but I have a universe inside my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-3986735949341881820?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3986735949341881820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/08/revived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3986735949341881820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3986735949341881820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/08/revived.html' title='REVIVED'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/THlmVhHGMBI/AAAAAAAAAhk/vNZfWaAYR6c/s72-c/tumblr_l43og8Jerq1qzx5i0o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-355805736752901113</id><published>2010-05-31T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:03:20.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TAPW7YxJwuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AmJs-KTGIME/s1600/Penguins_Birthday-lilpenguinshop-1515312.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TAPW7YxJwuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AmJs-KTGIME/s400/Penguins_Birthday-lilpenguinshop-1515312.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477457887561892578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know the penguin is kinda random. BUT.... if u think harder, u will remember your grey shoes. HAHA. ANYWAY im so sorry i know we were supposed to pon school whole day and spend it together but then i found out i have like some test tmr which im comfirm going to die cause i havent studied for it.  ;p anyway just to make it short and sweet, I LOVE YOU TO BITS and i hope u stay a HAPPY coconut head always &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-355805736752901113?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/355805736752901113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/355805736752901113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/355805736752901113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-birthday-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/TAPW7YxJwuI/AAAAAAAAAhc/AmJs-KTGIME/s72-c/Penguins_Birthday-lilpenguinshop-1515312.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-4073890675732840230</id><published>2010-05-31T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T21:23:38.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen this girl? She has stolen my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs023.snc1/2385_1054002523141_1618163742_190315_4065_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I MISS THIS UNGLAM GIRL =(&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/6323344428064575895-4073890675732840230?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4073890675732840230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-seen-this-girl-she-has-stolen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4073890675732840230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4073890675732840230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-you-seen-this-girl-she-has-stolen.html' title='Have you seen this girl? She has stolen my heart'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-1214941305706066307</id><published>2010-05-15T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:52:15.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakebite</title><content type='html'>Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.i was so fucking looking forward to getting my snakebite with zak.But nooo, My fucking parents have to exaggerate everything and ban me from piercing if not im kicked out of the house.Seriously, its just a fucking small hole you dont have to fucking make a big fuss out of it.Its my fucking life afterall.Im eighteen already ffs.Sorry guys for the false promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-1214941305706066307?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1214941305706066307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/snakebite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1214941305706066307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1214941305706066307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/snakebite.html' title='Snakebite'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-3688521176630938278</id><published>2010-05-07T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:16:34.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mark this date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;7th may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Start school? Hate this day? YOUR PROBLEM. Because, today just might be the happiest day of my life, and it also signifies happier days in the future. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs515.snc3/27029_409387756933_599756933_5236864_3063016_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-3688521176630938278?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3688521176630938278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/mark-this-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3688521176630938278'/><link 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src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l169i5rTAh1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="(by whatmarielsaid)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-1829297951187625050?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1829297951187625050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/200th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1829297951187625050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1829297951187625050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/200th-post.html' title='200th post!'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-5906201676538750131</id><published>2010-05-03T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:32:42.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l1shqaLmcF1qzib6oo1_500.jpg" alt="(via tearsandlaughter)" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-5906201676538750131?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5906201676538750131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/hell-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5906201676538750131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5906201676538750131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/hell-yeah.html' title='Hell yeah!'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6773602225771384751</id><published>2010-05-02T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:53:06.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Futura, Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2.25em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://tumblinlife.tumblr.com/post/550516086/did-you-know-when-you-dream-about-a-person-that-person" title="Did you know when you dream about a person, that person went to sleep thinking of you? Did you know when the person you like looks at you and then looks down, they’re crazy about you? Did you know that when a person looks at you directly in the eyes they love you more than you think? Did you know when that person looks at you a lot they can’t live without you? Did you know when they leave, they say bye too much because they don’t want to let you go? " style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did you know when you dream about a person, that person went to sleep thinking of you? Did you know when the person you like looks at you and then looks down, they’re crazy about you? Did you know that when a person looks at you directly in the eyes they love you more than you think? Did you know when that person looks at you a lot they can’t live without you? Did you know when they leave, they say bye too much because they don’t want to let you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-6773602225771384751?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6773602225771384751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-emo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6773602225771384751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6773602225771384751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-emo.html' title='Like a emo'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-5217743058544428718</id><published>2010-04-27T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T01:09:26.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>House bunny &amp; Dumb face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/S9XIq5sr2_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/DQXCQ5nMeDQ/s1600/snapshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/S9XIq5sr2_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/DQXCQ5nMeDQ/s320/snapshot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464494362252270578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay,So this is what happened on a boring sunday.Met up with lijie.No its not a guy. its a girl! LOLOL. Find her book about some law or something.Doubt she will read it anyway.Went to staircase to slack like some fail pai kia liddat.Damm funny anyway LOL.We then realised it was too hot to talk about life so we decided to trudge our way to IMM with her heavy lap top.We walk around, stone around and in the end.We ended up talking in a kiddy ride machine.I could have swore everyone looked at us when they walk past the machine.Went to meet xx afterwards and we ate till our stomach burst at pastamania.I so avoiding that place for like two months.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-5217743058544428718?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/S9XIq5sr2_I/AAAAAAAAAhE/DQXCQ5nMeDQ/s72-c/snapshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-4482615952079983561</id><published>2010-04-26T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T00:13:29.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable at best</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzoltiK8rz1qzx5i0o1_500.png" alt="doreencanfly:  lovebot:  quote-book: ♥tricia" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; "&gt;A guy can love a thousand girls, but the one meant for you will love only one girl, a thousand ways.&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/6323344428064575895-4482615952079983561?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4482615952079983561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/miserable-at-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4482615952079983561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4482615952079983561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/miserable-at-best.html' title='Miserable at best'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-7355328473774797086</id><published>2010-04-25T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T01:12:31.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck this shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l165uo2yMd1qb6t6wo1_500.png" alt="ceciliaas:  pottykettleblacky:  imgfave:  Saying images-Saying Photos-Sayings Pictures-Quotes  used to." /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-7355328473774797086?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7355328473774797086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-this-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7355328473774797086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7355328473774797086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-this-shit.html' title='Fuck this shit.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-1633285192420277940</id><published>2010-04-23T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T00:19:52.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool story</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l182lmsvOa1qav92co1_500.png" alt="Have A Little Faith - Mitch Albom." /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-1633285192420277940?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1633285192420277940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1633285192420277940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1633285192420277940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool-story.html' title='Cool story'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-7388882290805164275</id><published>2010-04-20T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:32:30.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>Been awhile since i blogged ever since school started.Classes are a bore and i recently signed up for softball.Got training tomorrow.I cant wait for it to start =D.So lets do a couple of flashbacks.Since the start of poly until now.The amount of close friends i have are dwindling.Some of them are starting to have their own lives and we no longer meet as much.But nevertheless i still gain alot of friends but i wonder how many of them can be close to me?But i always believe that friendships would last very very long maybe even forever if both parties give and take.But still im happy with the handful of great friends i have. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0l6qpxmjY1qzz2moo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Is it inevitable that people drift apart? If love or friendship can’t withstand time, then I guess it was never meant to be? Or is it me that people always leave?&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/6323344428064575895-7388882290805164275?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7388882290805164275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7388882290805164275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7388882290805164275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6269463405130940221</id><published>2010-04-18T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:35:48.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notebook and a slice of apple crumble,</title><content type='html'>So my cheque bounced and i guess the whole world knows about it considering that i have been whining about it.But i collected it yesterday and i hope the moo lah will come in on monday!K,I bet you guys are dying to know about my escapes right! So i finally watched The Notebook.been wanting to watching it but its like so loser watching alone and damm gay if i were to watch it with guys so yes i finally got a girl to watch with me and the story was pretty awesome.In fact the day was pretty awesome just for the fact that i have to carry a transparent polka dot umbrella and embrace the fiery rain.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with MY EEEEXXXXXX. SEE I TOLD YOU ILL USE IT HAHAH!Bonded and watched date night.Gosh that show was soooo funny and as usual we camwhored =D and i have very lousy endurance cause i fell asleep while eating apple crumble =(.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs425.ash1/23516_384112118391_740698391_3971622_4512093_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs385.snc3/23516_384112088391_740698391_3971617_3128070_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-6269463405130940221?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6269463405130940221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/notebook-and-slice-of-apple-crumble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6269463405130940221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6269463405130940221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/notebook-and-slice-of-apple-crumble.html' title='Notebook and a slice of apple crumble,'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6836474577077762338</id><published>2010-04-14T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:24:45.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty of dance</title><content type='html'>So recently, i know you are quite tired of your school stuff cause of the long hours and stuff.i know you really enjoy dancing more.I know you are very stressed up over your choices and you might regret if you choose the wrong stuff but i can only give you this to make you think properly.Goodluck with whatever decision you make okay? =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0kt9f27Tf1qzr04eo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-6836474577077762338?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6836474577077762338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/beauty-of-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6836474577077762338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6836474577077762338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/beauty-of-dance.html' title='Beauty of dance'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4020105757958410672</id><published>2010-04-12T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:13:47.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First time</title><content type='html'>Lolol,went to watch 3d clash of the titans.I feel like spoiling abit of the movie for those who haven't watched it.The legendary kraken that even the gods who feared them.In the movie , the kraken died in 20 seconds.The worst part was it died before its full body emerged.How fail is that?Well, it was the first time mei lien watch a 3d movie.I think she has a deprived childhood =P.But i think she enjoyed her first time. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzrmfnKwXs1qbupaio1_500.png" alt="x10ism:  itsjustrandom:  lovemetoinfinity:  iixel:  (via heartdesires)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class="short" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2.25em; font-family: Futura, Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, serif; "&gt;It’s kind of easy when you have nothing, because nothing can be taken away from you.See i told you there is always a bright side =)&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4020105757958410672?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4020105757958410672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4020105757958410672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4020105757958410672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-time.html' title='First time'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-5483894738927327032</id><published>2010-04-12T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:20:20.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuff of the sad shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzqt78O1rf1qarshto1_500.jpg" alt="fuckyeahslightlyamusing:  (via nolifex)" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-5483894738927327032?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5483894738927327032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/nuff-of-sad-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5483894738927327032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5483894738927327032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/nuff-of-sad-shit.html' title='Nuff of the sad shit'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-8655129630490895027</id><published>2010-04-10T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:50:35.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff that really warms your heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 21px; "&gt;10th grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th grade&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior year&lt;br /&gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Day&lt;br /&gt;A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Few Years Later&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral&lt;br /&gt;Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me! `I wish I did too...` I thought to my self, and I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-8655129630490895027?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8655129630490895027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/stuff-that-really-warms-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8655129630490895027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8655129630490895027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/stuff-that-really-warms-your-heart.html' title='Stuff that really warms your heart.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4477978595496279082</id><published>2010-04-09T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:41:08.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0CLT3-IqMs/S7zBtYZlpjI/AAAAAAAACtc/4qk0bzdtikY/s200/07042010866.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0CLT3-IqMs/S7zBuB-86MI/AAAAAAAACtk/ld9JGY0bNFM/s200/07042010868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wahh see the pictures,Got chio bu and handsome guy sia.But we took like ten million pictures till we get this one.We are so proud of ourselves.So here is the breakdown.This buddy of mine is starting to cherish life now LOLOL so she is going around tell people that she love them but the contradicting thing is she still smokes and how is that for cherish? HAHA.So you better quit and same money for your tattoo next time.I found out you have great photoshopping skills (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4477978595496279082?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4477978595496279082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/cherish-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4477978595496279082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4477978595496279082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/cherish-life.html' title='Cherish life.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0CLT3-IqMs/S7zBtYZlpjI/AAAAAAAACtc/4qk0bzdtikY/s72-c/07042010866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-3755834990208914832</id><published>2010-04-08T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:23:07.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euphoric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l08b58lpHh1qzz2moo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-size: 24px; line-height: 32px; "&gt;To let go isn’t to forget, not think about, or ignore. It doesn’t have feelings of anger, jealousy or regret. Letting go isn’t winning or losing. It’s not about pride. It’s not about obsessing or dwelling on the past. It isn’t about loss and it’s not defeat. To let go is to cherish memories, but to overcome them and move on. Letting go is accepting. Letting go is having the courage to accept change, and the strength to keep moving. Letting go is growing up.&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/6323344428064575895-3755834990208914832?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3755834990208914832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/euphoric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3755834990208914832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3755834990208914832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/euphoric.html' title='Euphoric'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-2050337763071167922</id><published>2010-04-08T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T15:31:16.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So while washing cups it suddenly struck me.The reason why i have to work over eighteen hours a day and working my ass off just to earn a measly seven dollar per hour is because i dont have any education qualification.So it dawned me that i should really start bucking up on my studies.I don't want to end up like some of my workmates who are already in their thirties and forties and still earning minimal wages.I gotta stop procrastinate and really start to study already.A 2.5 gpa isnt going to get me anywhere especially with all the hefty competition that i have with my classmates.Im going to buck up and pull my socks so high that it can touch the sky!. So watch out people , for there will be a new competitor come up and ill be the next top zai nan! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l05icgSE2u1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="(by welivenow)" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 23px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;Commit yourself to a dance movement and you'll look stunning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Commit yourself to your studies and you'll shine.&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/6323344428064575895-2050337763071167922?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2050337763071167922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-while-washing-cups-it-suddenly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2050337763071167922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2050337763071167922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-while-washing-cups-it-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6949320339112083562</id><published>2010-04-06T13:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:43:06.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the lion fell in love with the lamb</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/MARKPE~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone sent me a text saying that she was scared of drawing blood.Haha,Next time must make your hint more obvious mah.Had pearl war with her.Last time i shot a pearl was when i was in secondary school.I feel so nostalgic right now HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzy13cpDzD1qav92co1_500.png" alt="So, what’s fate?" /&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;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/MARKPE~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/MARKPE~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/MARKPE~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/MARKPE~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/MARKPE~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.png" alt="" /&gt;i could conquer the world with one hand as long as you are holding the  other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-6949320339112083562?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6949320339112083562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-lion-fell-on-love-with-lamb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6949320339112083562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6949320339112083562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-lion-fell-on-love-with-lamb.html' title='So the lion fell in love with the lamb'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4251026411119479079</id><published>2010-04-05T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:42:57.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16pt; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; "&gt;A stranger stabs you in the front; a friend stabs you in the back; a boyfriend stabs you in the heart, but best friends only poke each other with straws.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l07g6jehWd1qav92co1_500.png" alt="It&amp;#8217;s been a long time since I&amp;#8217;ve done something meaningful (:Photo by Rosa Joy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="quote" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 16pt; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; "&gt;When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 12px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Geneva, Swiss, SunSans-Regular; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4251026411119479079?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4251026411119479079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/redemption.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4251026411119479079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4251026411119479079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/redemption.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-1848317511526048055</id><published>2010-04-05T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:46:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes goodbye is a second chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0afibWpcI1qzvsdto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moving on is tough, but so is holding on to something that may never be.&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/6323344428064575895-1848317511526048055?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1848317511526048055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyone-deserves-second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1848317511526048055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1848317511526048055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/everyone-deserves-second-chance.html' title='Sometimes goodbye is a second chance'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-5433399909433927050</id><published>2010-04-03T07:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T07:11:10.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sup,Im blogging from seng kang now.Got this slack job just to look after stuff.But i think i damm fail cause i keep falling asleep haha.That defeats the purpose of looking after stuff right.Hmm just thinking of going home from seng kang already make me damm emo.Lucky got xx accompany me LOLOL.Hmm, went to a cell group party today.It was alright. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l06bb0vi531qzb7gjo1_500.jpg" alt="(via loveyourchaos)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; "&gt;I’ve come to realize that knowing something won’t happen won’t make you want it any less.&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/6323344428064575895-5433399909433927050?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5433399909433927050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/supim-blogging-from-seng-kang-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5433399909433927050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5433399909433927050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/04/supim-blogging-from-seng-kang-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-2860905119374825191</id><published>2010-03-31T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T01:05:36.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There never was and never will be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz967k86n21qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="(by karen)" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No point regretting or looking back.You just have to embrace the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-2860905119374825191?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2860905119374825191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-never-was-and-never-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2860905119374825191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2860905119374825191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-never-was-and-never-will-be.html' title='There never was and never will be.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-3755186378869031852</id><published>2010-03-29T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:17:16.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repeat after me</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzs88aaDy71qav92co1_500.png" alt="Pushing DaisiesPhoto by Jordan" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Futura, Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="medium" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2.25em; "&gt;Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-3755186378869031852?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3755186378869031852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/memory-is-way-of-holding-on-to-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3755186378869031852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3755186378869031852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/memory-is-way-of-holding-on-to-things.html' title='Repeat after me'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6738633520095933308</id><published>2010-03-27T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:36:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerds in actions.</title><content type='html'>Met up with mei lien after one million years! Went to fish and co to eat.Omg the portion was so much i couldn't finish up the chips! haha astons is still ten times better!.Went to far east to get some milk tea and my honey lemon didnt tasted good at all.Went off to far east to noob around.Mei lien saw this geek glass and probed me to try it on with her and we took a picture.After taking the pictures,I realised there was a no phototaking sign HAHA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrWEyVWvTSU/S6ztBMLpXCI/AAAAAAAAFhw/6J8YmpF2DwU/s400/DSCN7108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; "&gt;It doesn’t make sense to let go of something you had for so long, but it doesn’t make sense to hold on when nothing’s there too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6323344428064575895-6738633520095933308?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6738633520095933308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/nerds-in-actions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6738633520095933308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6738633520095933308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/nerds-in-actions.html' title='Nerds in actions.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrWEyVWvTSU/S6ztBMLpXCI/AAAAAAAAFhw/6J8YmpF2DwU/s72-c/DSCN7108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-2771060643349155509</id><published>2010-03-26T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:07:50.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarnish</title><content type='html'>Basically today is a boring afternoon today cause i dont really feel like doing anything.Arrgh can the sun get any hotter? im melting here even though my fan is on full speed.Maybe falling hard on the ground isnt all bad, It made me realise who are my true friends.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Futura, Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Futura, Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2.25em; "&gt;You were worth the fight,But i cant fight forever.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kvnksbHUPu1qa9u6ko1_400.jpg" alt="babyywolf:  where-the-heart-is:  [ rusticheart | eggiinespiiggy | whattodowithdaylight | epitomeofsimplicity | peppermintchocolate ]" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2.25em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6323344428064575895-2771060643349155509?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/2771060643349155509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/tarnish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2771060643349155509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/2771060643349155509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/tarnish.html' title='Tarnish'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-3326035519561743731</id><published>2010-03-25T10:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T11:02:53.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Stone</title><content type='html'>This will be a very long post dedicated to my caprice peeps and my fellow Gls.I really cant explain much but to thank you guys for a very wonderful experience.I learnt alot of stuff from you guys and i felt i have matured a whole new level.I learnt to deal with stuff that i never dealt before and i hope i did a really good job.I really missed you guys,Even though it was a  good four days but i felt i know you guys for a really long time.I can still vividly remember the first day you guys come in.So quiet and i thought to myself " wah jia lat my group so quiet" but as the days goes by.You guys started to get closer together,bonding.Destroying the barrier between boys and girls.Even though our freshies comes and goes.But what matter most is we still stay strong as a team.There may be conflicts in our group but so what?If we are able to get past conflicts, this prove that we are matured enough to solve the problems.Honestly,When i woke up from my comfy bed in the morning.I started shouting caprice oi just for random and reality hit me in the face and i knew that the camp was over.Sadness surged within me as i started to miss everyone very badly but i know we can always meet up.Ill always miss the cheers and ill always miss the times where we will shout together and have fun together.Caprice you will always have a place in my heart.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyjc4zA1a01qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="(by personally)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-3326035519561743731?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3326035519561743731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/stepping-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3326035519561743731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3326035519561743731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/stepping-stone.html' title='Stepping Stone'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-3549368963647327705</id><published>2010-03-19T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T01:27:47.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im going in</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzay655TFl1qzxvhro1_500.jpg" alt="niklovesred:  nyloves:  swissknifescissors:  amalinaeatsyou:  igottroubledthoughts:  sweettalker:  fuckyeahladygaga:  animaginaryfriend:  God, I’m clever.   LMAO     HAHAH I LAUGHED SO HARD! :D   OMG BRB, dying!  HAHAAHAH!   OMFG hahahas" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smiling is the most painful lie but the most effective way to hide.We tried to fight for what we thought we believed in.Maybe it was all for nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-3549368963647327705?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3549368963647327705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/boom-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3549368963647327705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3549368963647327705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/boom-boom.html' title='Im going in'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6328544685089685659</id><published>2010-03-17T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:00:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Popping</title><content type='html'>Woah, Finally finished my first lesson of popping today.Was super excited for the past week until i saw the crowd.All look so pro to me , i kinda feel inferior but nevertheless the first lesson was really really fun and i learnt alot.I think i have to tou lian otherwise i sure cannot catch up with the other lessons considering that the fact im already lacking behind haha! Oh well, Its just a short post, time for bed cause tmr i have to wake up nine to go serangoon. EMO.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzamgvmAuu1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="(by personally)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-6328544685089685659?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6328544685089685659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/popping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6328544685089685659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6328544685089685659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/popping.html' title='Popping'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-3057943460371883958</id><published>2010-03-16T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T22:36:17.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When was the last time someone gave you a tight hug and told you that they will never let you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kzdbxxM1Ya1qa3wl1o1_500.jpg" alt="I need a hug right now.Everybody does." /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Love may come once in a lifetime, but I believe, friends stays for a lifetime.Thanks for sticking by me when im down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&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/6323344428064575895-3057943460371883958?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/3057943460371883958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3057943460371883958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/3057943460371883958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling down'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-8757350844010248685</id><published>2010-03-14T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T01:10:41.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>Got a hell lot of movies and games from my buddies.Low on moolah so maybe these few days going to stay over at friends house and be a moocher hahaha! or stay at home and game like a geeeeek.I know why i am very poor already.Its cause i spent 99% of my dough on foood but its super worth it at astons.Hikory bee bee queue chicken cause all the fish are sold out.Noob place.Anyway you guys like the new blog background? Gotta thank xx for it.i dont know what will i do without him.Im a idoit when it comes to IT.Thank god, i still have him hahahah! Alright got my new external hard disk.Time to go and find people to get shit from them!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Mei lien: Whatever you did is in the past.You should not look back.Whats the point of looking back if its going to hurt you.Remember my piggy bank tactic it will work =).Plus if you need someone to talk to.You can always talk to me.Im your friend,or u can talk to anyone else too.Im sure they will be more then happy to cheer you up.Cheer up alright? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz82ztBfuL1qav92co1_500.png" alt="A freakin’ awesome quote from Lady Gaga ft Beyonce’s video, Telephone.Go watch it if you haven’t ;)Photo by Alliesnaps" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-8757350844010248685?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8757350844010248685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8757350844010248685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8757350844010248685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-578889278040446148</id><published>2010-03-12T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:54:49.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>170th post</title><content type='html'>Was Inspired by xx for his blog post so i decided to give my thanks in this blog =D This will be quite a long post so i hope everyone that i mention inside will read it and give me a big hug when they see me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will start off with my awesome buddies and not to mention awesome girls =D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zak,Eddie,Zach,XX,Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jolene,Jing Ting,Mei lien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This are like the best of best friends i can ever have.But to those friends that i didnt mention inside i want you to know that i still love you guys and you guys still stand a chance on the next 170th post being mentioned =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Zak&lt;/span&gt;. Knew him like two years ago,Been through alot tgt.But we had more happy times then fun  times i can always count on him.We know that you have been through alot of problems this year and last year but i just wanna let you know that no matter what happens we wont leave you kay =D so u stay black and sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Eddie&lt;/span&gt; - Knew this bugger as the same time as zak.Preferred to call him my gay buddy cause we hold hands in orchard road and proudly declare ourselves as gays haha!There is never a dull moment when he is around because he will bang anything that moves.Best of all he is a cocktail!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt; - knew this fat ass longest out of all of them.Met him online.First and only online guy that i will ever meet in my life because that is soooo gay! Been through lots of shits. Quarrelling with this phatty is like a daily routine because the both of us are stubborn and hot headed but eventually we will cool off and become good friends.I can also see that his temper is still hot but slowly changing so hopefully it will get better.Whenever he is around,He never fails to crack sex jokes and funny shit that happens in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Xx&lt;/span&gt;-Wasnt close to this nerd since secondary school. We only started talking last year was because you broke up with your first ex and you were very emo so i started to cheer you up and we become good friends.I want to thank you for your advice on handling relationship because your advice is the best that i could ever have.I want to thank you for beefing up my com and helping with my blog stuff.I couldnt get windows seven into my lappy and a awesome blog without your help.Thank you for always being there for me when im emo too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;- Last but not the least even though we seldom meet but your still a great and awesome friend to me.Even we never meet for a million years when you had four ching gay tickets.You thought of me haha.So touched.Your so honest and down to earth,You will find a nice girl to settle down dont worry. Have fun in maldives =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now moving along to the girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;Jolene&lt;/span&gt; - This is probably the only girl with a dick haha! knew her from work and has been a great friend ever since. From treating ice cream to soya bean when im down.This jolene has never fail to cheer me up with her lame stuff.Still want to thank her for being there for me when i need her even though she is very busy.Have fun with your lesbian life =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;Jing ting&lt;/span&gt; - I knew this girl since sec 2 but we haven seen each other for a billion years.Waiting for the march holidays.I got so much to tell you man.she is like the girl that i can share any stupid secrets and she will do the same too.We used to go to school tgt and getting caught den try to escape the teacher's clutches.Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Mei lien&lt;/span&gt; - HAHAHA,This is like my longest ex ever.Knew her when i was sec two.Didnt treat her very well and until today im still very guilty for it.But nevertheless, She is like one of the sweetest girl that i have ever known in my life.Always giving.Im really happy that after five years your back into my life again and i hope we will stay as good friends this time round!.Sorry i always have to talk about my failed relationship and whining to you all the time.I didnt even give you a chance to talk about your feelings but dont worry im getting over it slowly.Thanks for being there for me toooo! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky0qgtEo471qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="(by personally)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Futura, Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="medium" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2.25em; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;To You - Thanks for being part of my life even though for a little while.I wont forget this but its just a pity that we cant be together but its alright.Im sure you will find some other guys who are less whiny then me.Thanks for teaching me a lesson on life and love.I really learnt alot from you.Guess its time to go back being a asshole cause nice guys always get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="medium" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2.25em; "&gt;Who are you to judge my life? I know that I’m not perfect and didn’t live life to be. But before you start pointing fingers,make sure your hands are clean.You dont even know a fucking shit that is going on between us.Look at your fucking life before trying to give advice that sows discord.It sucks to have a friend like you.Tell you a secret, actually no one really likes you cause you really have a fucked up attitude problem. =)&lt;/h1&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/6323344428064575895-578889278040446148?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/578889278040446148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/170th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/578889278040446148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/578889278040446148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/170th-post.html' title='170th post'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4563837866589457719</id><published>2010-03-09T23:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:46:23.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure.'/><title type='text'>下一站，幸福。希望你已经到了你的终点。</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My plan is to forgive and forget; forgive myself for being so stupid, and forget that you ever existed.Sorry doesn't always mean that I'm wrong and you're right. Sometimes it just means that I value our relationship more than my ego.You know i love you so.I love you enough to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I know your going through alot of pain, Im going through pain too.But i did my best to comfort you.Whatever i did,I gave it my all.I wont regret being rejected.Yea people might think im loser for being rejected.But deep down i know,at least i give my 100% in getting love.So i hope if i leave you will be happier.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;If you love me, let me know. If not, please gently let me go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyetffRcsX1qb0f2oo1_400.jpg" alt="glittersuicide:  herecomesthefear:  (via straightjacketfeeling)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Futura, Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="medium"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-weight: normal; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;There’s always that one person, no matter how long it’s been, or how badly they’ve treated you, if they say I love you, you will say it back.GoodBye my love,I really love you.I really do.I wish you all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;Saw you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd try to talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Babe am I ever glad you wanted me to&lt;br /&gt;It's been two years to the day&lt;br /&gt;Half the time I've been away&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not there enough but that's gonna change&lt;br /&gt;'cause I'm coming back&lt;br /&gt;To show you that I'm keeping the promise I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;'cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're not around&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;I'll still get butterflies years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we've had our ups and down&lt;br /&gt;But we've always worked them out&lt;br /&gt;Babe am I ever glad we've got this far now&lt;br /&gt;Still I'm lying here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I was by your side&lt;br /&gt;'cause when I'm not there enough&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels right&lt;br /&gt;So I'm coming back to show you that&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;'cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;When ever you're not around&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss you I'll still get butterflies years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it takes I'm not gonna break the promise I made&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;'cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;'cause I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're not around&lt;br /&gt;When I kiss you&lt;br /&gt;I'll still get butterflies years from now&lt;br /&gt;I'll make every second count&lt;br /&gt;(Make every second count)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;I hope you will use this song as your ring tone as the days pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6323344428064575895-4563837866589457719?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4563837866589457719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/outsider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4563837866589457719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4563837866589457719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/outsider.html' title='下一站，幸福。希望你已经到了你的终点。'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4956997100576105174</id><published>2010-03-09T16:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T16:11:31.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain.'/><title type='text'>Heart,Mind,Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs435.snc3/25051_351407378391_740698391_3705729_1078062_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs415.snc3/25051_351407413391_740698391_3705734_7950453_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs435.snc3/25051_351407433391_740698391_3705736_352908_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs435.snc3/25051_351407453391_740698391_3705739_2609334_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs435.snc3/25051_351407518391_740698391_3705745_8372377_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs435.snc3/25051_351407543391_740698391_3705748_5597468_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs415.snc3/25051_351407578391_740698391_3705752_556905_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs455.ash1/25051_351407593391_740698391_3705753_7946661_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs435.snc3/25051_351407603391_740698391_3705754_6458223_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures are up for grabs.Credits to mei lien =D thanks for uploading the pictures even though you are sick take care right! had like lots of heart to heart chat with jolene xx and ML.I realised im quite lucky to have you guys by my side not to mention my other fat buddies =D.I should stop looking at the emo side.I should not whine about what i dont have instead i still be happy with what i have. =) And i know,Im never alone.Even if i dont have love, i still have friendship and thats more then even love for me because i know friends will never hurt me and they will always be there if i fall.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU GUY&lt;/span&gt;S =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4956997100576105174?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4956997100576105174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/heartmindsoul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4956997100576105174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4956997100576105174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/heartmindsoul.html' title='Heart,Mind,Soul'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-900385445031153074</id><published>2010-03-09T02:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T03:30:44.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Damm,After reading that previous post.I felt like an asshole.I know that you are hurt also.Fuck man,I should have thought of your feelings.I know your not having this easy also trying not to hurt me all that but i want you to know that whatever i said just now is fucking stupid but i know i cant reverse time.I can see that you are trying your best to minimise the hurt already.Cheryl i want you to know that no girl has ever made me love so crazy and madly before.You really are something special.This time round.shall we try to put in effort in making things work?Take a risk .Let me believe in love again.But i keep thinking over and over again, if you dont love me at all.If i continue to stay,I will become irritating.I really dont know what to do already.Ask yourself whether do you really like me or not.Because in love there is only love or not loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Im really tired of everything,People say love is all about giving and not taking. But if love's all about giving and not expecting returns, we'd all be drained dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kykx9fe2OW1qalvf1o1_500.png" alt="pretentiousliariam:  quote-book:  (via highlightofmyday)" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I feel like such a loser for failing to get the one i love.Hahahaha....I've accepted that the only way we can be together is photoshop.I like quite pathetic ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;C this is for you and i hope you will remember this " If you keep going over the past, you're going to end up with a thousand pasts and no future" &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/6323344428064575895-900385445031153074?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/900385445031153074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/900385445031153074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/900385445031153074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/food-for-thought.html' title='Food For Thought'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6076603456571175865</id><published>2010-03-07T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T02:56:04.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wah, Im blogging on my newly downloaded windows seven.Thanks to xx for helping to upgrade my com once again and while im blogging this xx is helping me to jailbreak my ipod touch.LOLOL.&lt;div&gt;We like maximizing our night time.Wooo,Now im off to think of stuff to download =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1492882/tumblr_kx9vswOVEn1qasef1o1_500_large.png?1266044097" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever wondered about the things we tell ourselves before we fall asleep? We whisper the words in the dark, telling ourselves that we're happy, or that he's happy, that people will change their minds. We persuade ourselves that we can live without the people who have left. Each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate hope that come morning, it will all be true&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/6323344428064575895-6076603456571175865?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6076603456571175865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/cherish-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6076603456571175865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6076603456571175865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/cherish-me.html' title='Cherish me.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4256816851511605778</id><published>2010-03-07T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T01:19:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a loser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(128, 128, 128); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;My 1 heart, 2 eyes, 7 liters blood, 206 bones, 5.5million red cells, 60 trillion DNA's, says to u''I MISS U A LOT&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whats the point when you dont?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1533233/tumblr_kxoso0N4R71qb3upoo1_500_large.jpg?1266724254" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Futura, Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="medium" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2.25em; "&gt;Life isn’t all sunshines and rainbows. It is a mean and nasty place. It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permenantly if you let it.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4256816851511605778?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4256816851511605778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4256816851511605778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4256816851511605778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='I feel like a loser.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-7750311575789369863</id><published>2010-03-06T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:06:37.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Futura, Georgia, Helvetica, Arial, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 2.25em; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://tumblinlife.tumblr.com/post/427831460/when-girls-get-jealous-it-s-normal-but-when-boys-get" title="When girls get jealous, it`s normal. But when boys get jealous, the girl is lucky. You know why? Only few boys know how to be loyal. " style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;When girls get jealous, it`s normal. But when boys get jealous, the girl is lucky. You know why? Only few boys know how to be loyal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do admit that i get jealous very easily. =P&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyn32f9fDm1qb6t6wo1_500.jpg" alt="babyywolf:   imgfave:   1257715992117111.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class="short"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-weight: normal; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="short"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-weight: normal; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="short"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-weight: normal; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 class="short"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-weight: normal; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I will never stop loving you, my only fear is losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-7750311575789369863?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7750311575789369863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-girls-get-jealous-its-normal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7750311575789369863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7750311575789369863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-girls-get-jealous-its-normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-7505577658181614189</id><published>2010-03-05T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:49:58.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Omg i just came back from GL sports camp training.Had alot of fun, got dirty,kinky.Yes kinky LOL.&lt;div&gt;Im so deadbeat right now i could sleep the whole week off today.Next week will be a super busy week cause we have to prepare stuff for the actual camp.I really cant wait for the actual sports camp to come!!.Oh Well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyia882ZnT1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="(by taniahourani)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been three days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i last hugged you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but do you miss me too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are gonna be busy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will you have time for this bobo too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got tired of posting quotes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now its time for a new approach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because im afraid ill lose you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you get bored of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking of this poem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the past few nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i can prove you that even though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we are close,You will still be the one i miss badly too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So near yet so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just hope you will feel the same way as i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awkward with friends and hyper without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This poem may be short,it may be lame,it may be mushy, it may be stupid.But to me,It takes a huge effort for me to come up with this lame poem and it means the most to me.I hope you will smile when you see this.We are all going to be busy for the next week.I will surely make time for you.But will you do the same for me?I wanted to text you asking " hey you wanna sit at the field and admire the starry night sky with me later on?"on the second night of the camp. But i didnt send because there is a high possibility that you might reject me.Im just so afraid of being rejected but maybe im thinking too much But i just dont have the guts now.I just want some initiative, hold your hand tightly against mine and tell the world your mine.Thats all i want,I want to love and be loved back.Its not that hard..&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/6323344428064575895-7505577658181614189?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7505577658181614189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatszxzx-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7505577658181614189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7505577658181614189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/whatszxzx-up.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-1206940045264991902</id><published>2010-03-02T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:40:48.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole new world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24743_336539948391_740698391_3663171_5010472_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs409.snc3/24743_336540238391_740698391_3663185_2451198_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs429.snc3/24743_336540273391_740698391_3663186_1743951_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha! Some pictures up for today.Including unglam photos.Ahh, my eye is still hurting from helping you to count the fake nails LOL.Nvm i hope your doing your hmk now instead of slacking ah.This mei lien damm power , told me that there are different ways of taking photos.So i tried to taking photos at many different angle.Wah, Then i take one photo then she set as her facebook profile picture.I feel so professional now hahaha!.Looking forward to you bringing me to marine parade ah! hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-1206940045264991902?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1206940045264991902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/whole-new-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1206940045264991902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1206940045264991902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/whole-new-world.html' title='Whole new world.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4845768821465648395</id><published>2010-03-02T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:40:23.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(73, 73, 73);  line-height: normal;  font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;t's hard to get over people, and I mean really get over them. You can start having feelings for some other person, but it doesn't mean you're over them. It just means you're moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(73, 73, 73);  line-height: normal;  font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#494949;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyfuxmhaon1qzuhd2o1_500.jpg" alt="(via ache)" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 20px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(73, 73, 73);  line-height: normal;  font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;People always think that the most painful thing is losing the one you love. But the truth is, losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you're special too, is equally painful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4845768821465648395?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4845768821465648395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/blah-blah-blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4845768821465648395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4845768821465648395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-6613519595718690841</id><published>2010-03-01T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T02:17:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Love in moving pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/S4qf-GGrUvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3jXicG_UrOQ/s1600-h/CIMG2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/S4qf-GGrUvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3jXicG_UrOQ/s320/CIMG2372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443338988769989362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/S4qf9iwY3lI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0oNeh7Mhxj8/s1600-h/CIMG2360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/S4qf9iwY3lI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0oNeh7Mhxj8/s320/CIMG2360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443338979281264210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics that we took in the zoo.GOT LOVE RIGHT! HAHAHA.K finally, some pictures at last. I bet you guys are tired of the tumblr pics =P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-6613519595718690841?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/6613519595718690841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-min-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6613519595718690841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/6613519595718690841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-min-pics.html' title='Our Love in moving pictures'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqB6iXEwQdM/S4qf-GGrUvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/3jXicG_UrOQ/s72-c/CIMG2372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6323344428064575895.post-8116147932152104655</id><published>2010-02-28T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:24:10.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice tits.</title><content type='html'>Injured my thumb when i was playing badminton today.Yes i am that loser. LOL.Went to shi sha with zak and eddie.Brought xx with me to meet them.This xx damm loser dont dare to shi sha.In the end zak eddie and me shi sha hell lot and i was damm stoned.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Saw a huge group of caucasians pretty much in their fifteens or seventeens.They got drunk at 9.40pm.Hello, who fucking get drunk this early in the day?Losers,K i know i loser also cause i cannot drink properly but at least i dont puke on myself and puke on other girl's shirt and pants causing her to strip till her bra and boxers.Thats when we all shout NICE TITS AND TAKE PICTURE AND PUT ON FACEBOOK?&lt;/span&gt; LOLOL.Cant see &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MY LOVE&lt;/span&gt; TILL NEXT MONDAY.Im gonna miss her real bad.Hope she will draw some time from a busy schedule to meet me.But nvm lah, its the thoughts that counts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyfhhsjm4j1qasg0zo1_500.jpg" alt="youjustsquashedme:  ohmygerrika:  inameisalyssa:" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Palatino, 'Palatino Linotype', Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God gave us two ears to hear, two eyes to see and two hands to hold. But why did God give us only one heart? Because he wants us to find the other one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I found mine,but  i hope she find my heart too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/6323344428064575895-8116147932152104655?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8116147932152104655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice-tits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8116147932152104655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8116147932152104655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/nice-tits.html' title='Nice tits.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-5099162073954750573</id><published>2010-02-27T14:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T15:13:42.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please appreciate those who love you. Maybe one day, when they really leave you, only then will you realise, the one who's really unable to leave, is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;K went to zoo with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MY LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.Saw animals saw pigs and baboon ass LOL.I just found out reptiles scares the shit out of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MY LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;haha she damm noob can.EEEE got frog i scared LOL.But nevertheless,She is still cute.When u read this you better dont hao lian say i say u cute ah LOL.Went to eat hot pot culture,omfg so expensive LOL but the food was good. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MY LOVE&lt;/span&gt; keep saying that my tummy very small.Wah lao, dunno who solo so many food cause someone dont want to eat.So fussy about food.Eh when you read this, faster upload the zoo photos i want post =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kybyagdeUz1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="(by starshipsescapade)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Sometimes, love itself is hurtful. Those who treat love as a game, hurt others. Those who treat love truthfully, hurt themselves&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/6323344428064575895-5099162073954750573?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5099162073954750573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5099162073954750573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5099162073954750573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-today.html' title='Please appreciate those who love you. Maybe one day, when they really leave you, only then will you realise, the one who&apos;s really unable to leave, is'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-7670635606828847441</id><published>2010-02-24T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:00:03.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont let me go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyone can easily walk away from somebody else. Nobody is forced to stay; we all have choices. But the real test is if someone would rather stay with you, even though walking away would be so much easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#494949;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#494949;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx2phzYncf1qzu1fjo1_500.png" alt="(via staree)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#494949;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It makes me sad when people tell me that they have given up on love. And it’s always because they think love has hurt them when in actuality, it was a person, a thing, a wrong decision, a bad mistake, or an accident. So don’t let go of love - hold on, because it’ll always be worth your while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-7670635606828847441?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/7670635606828847441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-let-me-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7670635606828847441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/7670635606828847441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-let-me-go.html' title='Dont let me go.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-9088173775501966254</id><published>2010-02-24T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:17:33.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A real man isn't defined by how many girlfriends he had. It's by how many b!tches cried when he said, "No. I'm taken. And I love her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-9088173775501966254?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/9088173775501966254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/real-man-isnt-defined-by-how-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/9088173775501966254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/9088173775501966254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/real-man-isnt-defined-by-how-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-1194580990889665188</id><published>2010-02-24T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T02:08:55.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; believe one of the toughest situations you can be ever faced with is deciding whether you should just move on or hold on a little tighter. Move on, and maybe you'll lose a chance at the best thing that could have ever happened, or hold on and have the possibility of your heart being broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#494949;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky76sk1tqF1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(73, 73, 73); font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-family:Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I want you to be the one I can run to. The one who lets me fall apart in your arms, sees me at my worst, and still tell me you love me anyway.I think the best time to say that you already found the right one is when you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;stop looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt; for somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-1194580990889665188?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/1194580990889665188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/halfway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1194580990889665188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/1194580990889665188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/halfway.html' title='Halfway'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-8176119024450258285</id><published>2010-02-24T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:30:04.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read and LAUGH LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs515.snc3/27018_323451083009_700278009_3469713_7036119_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-8176119024450258285?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/8176119024450258285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/read-and-laugh-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8176119024450258285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/8176119024450258285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/read-and-laugh-lol.html' title='Read and LAUGH LOL'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-866891748396513323</id><published>2010-02-23T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:29:23.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a mime affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs240.snc3/22767_326571323745_522398745_3507259_1514739_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-866891748396513323?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/866891748396513323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-mime-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/866891748396513323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/866891748396513323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-mime-affair.html' title='Its a mime affair'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-323696743243198252</id><published>2010-02-23T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:50:36.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>innocent love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxpsshbSsA1qaln49o1_400.jpg" alt="If love was this simple and innocent." /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee hee i hope we can be as cute as this couple over here =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Doesnt mean that we dont sms each other often cause of exams doesnt mean that i dont miss you or think about you.I hope you know alright.&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/6323344428064575895-323696743243198252?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/323696743243198252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/innocent-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/323696743243198252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/323696743243198252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/innocent-love.html' title='innocent love'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-5946469325294316411</id><published>2010-02-23T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:21:43.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Sick</title><content type='html'>Hey hey hey,Dumb dumb if your reading this.GET WELL SOON OKAY?.I dont want to see your pale face,your breathlessness and you coughing and sneezing.Hmm,This will be a reminder post for you.I know i said this a thousand times but i still want to nag cause you forever dont take care of your health one.Remember to drink lots of water,eat something before you go out.Dont drink cold drinks.Dont eat fast food till you get well okay? otherwise how you enjoy your chalet on wed?Lastly,GOODLUCK FOR YOUR EXAMS!!! I HOPE YOU GET A GPA OF 4 LOLOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxxqjulXMa1qav92co1_500.png" alt="Love Me - Colin Raye.Vintage feel.Photo by Jordan" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;It takes more than a million people to complete the world, but it only takes you to complete mine.&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/6323344428064575895-5946469325294316411?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/5946469325294316411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5946469325294316411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/5946469325294316411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-sick.html' title='Love Sick'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4896206436987215660</id><published>2010-02-21T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:21:49.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of love!</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty much of a boring day.NOTHING really happen.I was just at home ALONE.watching hai pai tian xing ALONE.Hahahaha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky0qgtEo471qzr04eo1_400.jpg" alt="(by personally)" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thanks for making me happy once again.You know we will work out.Rmb what i said.We have the couple face ley! hahahaha!.Thanks for being in my 2010.&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/6323344428064575895-4896206436987215660?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4896206436987215660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4896206436987215660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4896206436987215660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-of-love.html' title='Day of love!'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4168317373142897582</id><published>2010-02-20T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:05:30.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring sat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs023.snc3/11056_1312105165414_1314202783_906597_8153790_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe im going to waste my saturday away.Suppose to have ten thousand plans but seems like everything is cancelled.Oh well.Back to stoning again.There are like ten thousand flies beside me waiting to attack me once i die of boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You cant change the past because its gone.Move on&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/6323344428064575895-4168317373142897582?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4168317373142897582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring-sat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4168317373142897582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4168317373142897582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring-sat.html' title='Boring sat.'/><author><name>Jun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15272740867894030474</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-6323344428064575895.post-4140663534666320876</id><published>2010-02-20T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:36:58.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i felt special...But its always i feel special for like awhile before i feel like a normal friend again. i hate this so much but yet again i dont want to demand stuff from you but fuck lah i dont know what to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ky1jmsCmlG1qaobbko1_500.png" alt="pretentiousliariam:  fearlessdream:  priincess:  jncnstntn:  ohcrapitskim:  youareandwillalwaysbe:  cuddlydoodle:  (via leilockheart)     :|" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6323344428064575895-4140663534666320876?l=hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/feeds/4140663534666320876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-thought-i-felt-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4140663534666320876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6323344428064575895/posts/default/4140663534666320876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurricane-avenue.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-thought-i-felt-special.html' 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