<?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-6502399364800445611</id><updated>2012-02-17T15:49:18.379+13:00</updated><category term='Simple Plan'/><title type='text'>Neira's Notes</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-6106808868483375632</id><published>2010-02-15T01:06:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:06:50.864+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>has moved to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;www.quirkywonderland.blogspot.com&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/6502399364800445611-6106808868483375632?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/6106808868483375632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=6106808868483375632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/6106808868483375632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/6106808868483375632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2010/02/has-moved-to-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-6960890772318733615</id><published>2010-02-15T01:01:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:01:48.434+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;-&amp;gt; I AM NOT USING THIS BLOG ANYMORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;-&amp;gt; PLEASE VISIT MY NEW BLOG www.quirkywonderland.blogspot.com&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/6502399364800445611-6960890772318733615?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/6960890772318733615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=6960890772318733615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/6960890772318733615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/6960890772318733615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-not-using-this-blog-anymore-please.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-1626087049316971535</id><published>2010-02-15T01:00:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:00:40.036+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DEAR PEOPLE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE CREATED A NEW BLOG AND I WILL NOT USE THIS BLOG ANYMORE. BUT I DO PASTED SOME POSTS FROM THIS BLOG TO MY NEW BLOG. VISIT MY NEW BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;www.quirkywonderland.blogspot.com&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/6502399364800445611-1626087049316971535?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/1626087049316971535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=1626087049316971535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1626087049316971535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1626087049316971535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-people-ive-created-new-blog-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-484516566149797289</id><published>2010-02-05T22:26:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:30:11.802+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DEAR PEOPLE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS BLOG IS NOW INACTIVE WHILE I AM CREATING A NEW BLOG. I PROMISE I WILL CATCH YOU UP AND PLEASE KEEP CHECKING BY, NEW UPDATES ARE COMING SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you so much for checking by. sorry for the dumb-ness ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEW BLOG IS COMING SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6502399364800445611-484516566149797289?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/484516566149797289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=484516566149797289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/484516566149797289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/484516566149797289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-people-this-blog-is-now-inactive.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-5369213969078969050</id><published>2010-02-03T00:06:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:16:25.954+13:00</updated><title type='text'>cause you're hot and you're cold</title><content type='html'>i really hope you read this because i have no other way to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't be so sure too soon, because maybe it's not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i wanted to be with you. actually i still want it.  but so far, you've never give any respond. so i think my life is too short to dream about being with you, hoping, and everything else in fact that i got nothing. so it's not that useful to try to make someone loves me, even though i've tried so hard, i guess i should just wait. thank you for brightened up my days in the past :) and instead of that, of course i still want to be with you, in case you change your mind and start looking into me. you still have a chance haha. but anyway, let's just make it simple, i like you, maybe you don't like me. i don't wanna be that crazy about you anymore, but i still wanna be with you. so i guess it's clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so are we cool now? ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-5369213969078969050?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/5369213969078969050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=5369213969078969050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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boy likes a girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;as a mate for my last post, i've done some surveys to find out how does it look when a boy likes a girl. to be honest, i know nothing about these facts simply because i am not a boy so i asked some of my friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. if you go to the same school with the boy, then he will keep staring at you everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2. he will try to find a way so the girl can stare at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. he will turn into a silent boy when she's around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. he looks shy when the girl talks to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5. he will be panic if he does not contact you all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. what he talks about with his friends are 90% about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;7. he will act like some kind of a silent boy at class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8. he secretly likes it when the girl is around, but he rarely showed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;9. some boys might be meaner to the girl, they're is trying too hard to hide their feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyway thanks a lot for the answers :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-6124162082059016661?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-585988905491862590</id><published>2010-01-20T02:56:00.005+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T03:16:09.432+13:00</updated><title type='text'>when a girl likes a boy.</title><content type='html'>if you think that a girl likes you. don't be so sure too soon. girls are good on giving signals and dump you just like that, so beware! here's some clues that you might see when a girl really likes you for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. she looks so shy when she pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. she rarely looked into your eyes when she sees you. cause she's too shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="dia sering terlihat di sekitar anda"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; is often seen around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. girls like to use "fake name" when they talk about you with their friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. girls try so so hard to hide their feelings in front of you, but in the end they couldn't hide it anymore so they might just tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. girls never want you to find out that they like you, so even though they tell you that they don't like you, maybe it's a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. you should try to ask them for a walk after school, maybe behind the school or something, when you find out it's a bit awkward and she looks nervous, she positively likes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. when a girl likes a guy, she will try to get information as much. maybe she knows a thing that you've never told her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9. she likes to send you messages everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;if you find there's a girl who completed the clues above, you shouldn't just pass by, some girls rarely like guys before they know that the guy likes her. so you're kinda lucky! and she could be the right one for you, so give her a try :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-585988905491862590?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/585988905491862590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=585988905491862590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/585988905491862590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/585988905491862590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-girl-likes-boy.html' title='when a girl likes a boy.'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-3006232031631410573</id><published>2010-01-20T02:43:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T02:56:44.267+13:00</updated><title type='text'>for singles, maybe these might help :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;being single around hot hot couples might be so bad. i know. and you start feeling like a total jell-o and you really think that you need someone to brighten up your day and you need someone to be in love with. anyway, i hope these will help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. you should really look around you. maybe there's someone who might be goo for you, but you just don't realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. you should start looking for someone who loves you, not the one whom you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. there might be someone really unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4. maybe you just don't realize that the one is nearly around you. try to figure it out, who is the one who most likely to call you? send you messages? send you emails or chatting with you? walk with you when you are alone? care about you a lot? hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5. you should just give someone a try. not like a "game" of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6. simply tell them how you feel and if you're close enough, most of them would say the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;7. once you are in a relationship, be serious and don't take it as a game. you go to hell jerks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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:)'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-716936486930432542</id><published>2010-01-15T02:02:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:03:49.953+13:00</updated><title type='text'>50 things most guys dont know about girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1. Girls hate it when guys say perverted things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2. Girls like to be told that they're beautiful, rather than hot, pretty, cute, or sexy. It just gives more meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3. Girls love to feel special, even though they might not show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4. Girls talk about EVERYTHING with their girlfriends. So that means, you're possibly 90% of their conversation. And believe me, trash talking takes up most of it, unless you're a Greek god, which you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5. When girls are online, they want the guy to instant message them first, and they literally burn up inside when they're not messaged. Of course, when they are messaged, they play it all cool and go "oh, hey" as if they just discovered your message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6. Girls have a thing for guys who dress GQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7. Girls love it when guys are over 6 feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8. Girls find it awfully attractive when guys wear just a white t-shirt and jeans and yet they happen to look awesome in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9. Remember. Sense of humor. GIRLS LOVE GUYS WHO CAN MAKE THEM LAUGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10. Girls hate guys with bad hygiene. So put on that deodorant and clip those nails!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11. Girls love guys who know how to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;12. Girls love it when a guy pulls them close by the waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13. Girls go crazy when a guy smells good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;14. Girls hate cocky guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;15. Usually, when a girl is sarcastically mean to you, it means they're attracted to you, but are afraid that they'll be showing too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;16. A kiss on the hand with the right timing can be a REAL TURN-ON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;17. Girls have a thing for guys who sport blazers with a destroyed tee underneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;18. Girls have a thing for guys who have messy sex hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;19. Some girls can think about their crushes for 18+ hours straight. No exaggeration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;20. When a guy says something really sentimental, girls will remember it forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;21. The smallest gestures, the smallest stares, and the smallest statements could make a girl's year. No joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;22. Girls get embarassed easily, even if guys don't know what the hell just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;23. Girls daydream about their crushes. Like getting married, going on dates, kissing, etc. They just don't show it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;24. Girls HATE players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;25. Guys who can sing are a major turn on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;26. Guitarists are sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;27. When a girl is upset and wants you to listen, she wants you to listen. Don't give her advice unless she asks for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;28. When a girl is crying, she feels a lot safer if you pull her close and tell her that everything is going to be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;29. Girls love it when guys say their name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;30. Girls don't like short tempered guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;31. Sometimes girls just wish that guys would notice when they get a new haircut or if they're wearing eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;32. When a girl calls you her loser or her dork, it usually means she's attracted to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;33. Girls find it a lot more romantic if you just fall asleep with them holding them with your arms rather than having a night of hot kinky sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;34. Girls will never say I love you unless you say it first. But that doesn't mean she doesn't want to scream it from the top of her lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;35. Girls love confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;36. Girls don't like rock-hard guys. They like to know that guys can have a sensitive side too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;37. There comes a time when girls have needs too. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;38. A girl will cry over you a lot more than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;39. A girl's wounds can last awhile. And when I say awhile, I mean awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;40. Girls hate guys who smell bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;41. When a girl cooks for you, you know you mean a lot to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;42. Girls don't like it when you think other women are hot and say it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;43. Eyeliner is a girl's essential product. Don't ever try to take it away from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;44. Girls hate it, absolutely HATE IT when guys don't keep their promises. It throws them over the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;45. Every girl fantasizes about her wedding. Her dress, her flowers, her shoes, her hair. More than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;46. Girls hate it when other girls flirt. Yet they flirt themselves too. Ah, the beauty of irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;47. Girls will save instant message conversations when they like a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;48. A phone call, a text message, or a single Hershey's kiss will mean A LOT MORE than a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates on her birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;49. Every girl think she's pretty in one way or another. They just won't admit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;50. Girls are VERY SELF-CONSCIOUS when it comes to their looks. No makeup is a very sensitive topic to them. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-716936486930432542?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/716936486930432542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=716936486930432542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/716936486930432542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/716936486930432542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2010/01/50-things-most-guys-dont-know-about.html' title='50 things most guys dont know about girls'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-8015043306790630868</id><published>2010-01-12T00:22:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:28:59.704+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0sLNDMyG0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Wa6foMGIcdE/s1600-h/bloglovevstruelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;so the point is, you gotta keep your eyes open for anyone else around you, even if you're on a mission of being together with someone you love. because the one that meant to be with you might be someone unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-1883746272454688198?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/1883746272454688198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=1883746272454688198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1883746272454688198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1883746272454688198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2010/01/theory-of-love-love-doesnt-really-have.html' title='theory of love-love doesn&apos;t really have a theory.'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-3319960575724842073</id><published>2010-01-10T20:42:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:45:39.371+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mFdz2ux9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/DaKWVkxxi9Y/s1600-h/team+emmett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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THE CANDIES. featuring: F.A.B , THE RAGING OZONE, RECKLESS FURY, ORESTES, LAZY SUNDAY, MR.KANSSAS, CALIBER FOR THE HEROES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closing tersebut diadakan disekolah AL-AZHAR BSD, jl. Puspitaloka! Lombanya terdiri dari futsal(Pa), Basket(Pa/Pi), story telling, science contest, festival band, solo vocal. Jangan Telat Daftar yah! Cepetan daftar sebelum pendaftaran ditutup,pendaftaran udah dibuka dr tgl 8 des 2009 s/d 18 januari 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiket msk: 20rb,tiket berbentuk sticker yg terdapat robekan fruti tea. Bagi yg sudah membeli stiker universal sebelum acara dilaksanakan boleh tdk membeli sticker trsbt lg,tinggal menunjukkan sticker yg sudah dibeli,sticker dapat ditukarkan didalam dgn minum atau snack. sticker berlaku 1 orang 1 sticker! Jangan sampai hilang yah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-6619490116147384331?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/6619490116147384331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=6619490116147384331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/6619490116147384331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/6619490116147384331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2010/01/universal.html' title='UNIVERSAL'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-3364313935852195868</id><published>2010-01-07T01:04:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:09:25.174+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long time no post eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway happy belated new year and i simply hope this year is going to be better than last year. well well 2009 felt so fast! and so the holiday-_-&lt;br /&gt;back to school now. i need to go back to holiday humm. anything special? no. but here's my new year resolution for 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-height : 160 cm&lt;br /&gt;-weight : 40 kg&lt;br /&gt;-long hair&lt;br /&gt;-rank between 1-15&lt;br /&gt;-nicer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gotta get through it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-3364313935852195868?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/3364313935852195868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=3364313935852195868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3364313935852195868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3364313935852195868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-time-no-post-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-6586433163467667192</id><published>2009-12-29T05:42:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T05:50:21.870+13:00</updated><title type='text'>boma moved to china</title><content type='html'>a friend of mine, one of my best friends, and yet my soulmate's ex, named boma, just moved away to china. yeah, that china-where else? so i'm gonna write something for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;dear boma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;you've been a great friend for me and a jerky great person for my soulmate. but as a friend, i gotta support you in whatever you do. even though none of us wanted you to moved away and left us all behind. just please don't forget me, and may you and your family have a better life there. so, i wish you luck, i wish you happiness, and everything. may the best luck be with you and your family. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;kaaay that's all i wanna say. anyway i'm right at home and had a great time with daddy. i'll spend my new year at mira's and planning of going somewhere around kemang. and BESTLY, my dad agreed to borrowed us his car so we can go to kemang. yippie yippie yay!! gonna be perfect! and it seems like i got what i want now so, i'd try to not ask for more and enjoy the things i have. what a perfect second of my life =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-6586433163467667192?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/6586433163467667192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=6586433163467667192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/6586433163467667192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/6586433163467667192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/12/boma-moved-to-china.html' title='boma moved to china'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-8843330379296266980</id><published>2009-12-25T01:43:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:45:08.706+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY CHRISTMAS LIST 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-SIDEKICK 3 / SIDEKICK LX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-CHRISTMAS POCKETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-SHOPPING SPREE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-CANDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-FREEDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-8843330379296266980?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/8843330379296266980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=8843330379296266980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8843330379296266980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8843330379296266980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-list-2009-sidekick-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-3008596387769054981</id><published>2009-12-20T21:55:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:56:45.841+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;WHY CAN'T&lt;br /&gt;I JUST HAVE&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;BETTER LIFE AFTER ALL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-3008596387769054981?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/3008596387769054981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=3008596387769054981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3008596387769054981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3008596387769054981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-cant-i-just-have-better-life-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-7009201949573795357</id><published>2009-12-20T21:40:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T21:55:06.234+13:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to survive 4 days without eating or even drinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i am in a dilemma. it's about to survive without eating or even drinking for 4 days. i've wasted my dad's money about Rp 4.300.000 for things that i don't know what. crazy huh? NOPE. actually that is what i called fun. rite? YUP. and i don't even think i could survive, but why can't i just give it a try? and really i am just pissed off, cause i think HE is just ditched me and my sister for HIS girlfriend. what kind of family? SHIT kind? F*CK kind? YES! it seems like after all all he cares about is HER! well, i mean like didn't SHE USED HIS MONEY FOR HER OWN HAPPINESS?? LIKE WHAT, SHOPPING?? GOING TO THE SALON? ---- OH I KNOW SHE DID! WHATEVER IT IS. at least i am not the only one to blame. now HE is effing F*CK! HE asked me to return the money i used. ANOTHER SHIT KIND FAMILY??? HEY, JUST ASKED YOUR GIRLFRIEND TO RETURN THE MONEY SHE USED FOR HER OWN HAPPINESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you know, these past few days, i started to think that i need my family and i think it's such an important think. but now i know i was wrong. and i should've think that way. family is just someone that God gave to be with us, ALMOST ONLY TO SHARE A HOUSE. that's all. they won't help much actually. what else can my family share? where money return is asked. nothing else eft to be shared. love even burned away. HOLY CRAP FUCK DAMN SHITTTTT! ---------------- sorry. but i mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;as an escape, Simple Plan songs playing through my headset with full volume 'til i can hear every melody of the song and slowly it started to cool me down. well well well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-7009201949573795357?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/7009201949573795357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=7009201949573795357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/7009201949573795357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/7009201949573795357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/12/trying-to-survuve-4-days-without-eating.html' title='trying to survive 4 days without eating or even drinking.'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-480097172063510358</id><published>2009-12-12T02:56:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:50:33.764+13:00</updated><title type='text'>addiciton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;hey folks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;it's been a while since i'm not posting anything. yeah, i've been busy with exam and things for these last few days. anyway.. i'm kinda a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;twilight addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; now, yeah. just joined the club lately. it's weird cause it's like, i watched new moon before twilight. yeah, i mean not like that actually. but i was never like twilight before, for me it was not that interesting. but i was wrong, after i watched new moon, i totally love it! i watched it like three times in theater. and i never get bored of it. well, it's so romantic, amazing, and everything. just couldn't describe. well these last few days, i am also a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;movie addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;. almost everyday along the exam week, me and nadia hung out at pim, and watched movie. we've watched new moon for 2 times, (i watched it with my sis last weekend too), 2012, paranormal activity, and zombieland. all of them are amazing! and also, i am on a shopping madness lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; shopping addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;. i just couldn't stop spending and buy some stuffs like clothes, shoes, bags, bracelets, and sort of. hope it's not turning out to be a bad habit later. other thing is, i am glad that i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;ot anymore an ice cube addict. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;eeehwell, it doesn't mean that i've forgot everything about him, but it seems to me like, i have no chance left, and i don't want it hurts me later. so, the sooner the better. i mean to forget him, if i can of course. and i gotta show you some of my new clothes, sooo just wait. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;thanks for reading anyway. you should check out the movies i told you about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;byebye&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/6502399364800445611-480097172063510358?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/480097172063510358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=480097172063510358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/480097172063510358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/480097172063510358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/12/addiciton.html' title='addiciton'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-8356314508156653469</id><published>2009-12-05T05:43:00.001+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:45:01.070+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" &gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;h3&gt;50 things most girls don't know about guys&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;1. guys hate sluts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~&lt;br /&gt;two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the&lt;br /&gt;phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go&lt;br /&gt;to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care&lt;br /&gt;about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about&lt;br /&gt;what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but&lt;br /&gt;once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up&lt;br /&gt;as he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or&lt;br /&gt;ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-&lt;br /&gt;complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-&lt;br /&gt;how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk&lt;br /&gt;to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're&lt;br /&gt;still loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Guys get jealous easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to&lt;br /&gt;think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know&lt;br /&gt;what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a&lt;br /&gt;conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And&lt;br /&gt;he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about&lt;br /&gt;it trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they&lt;br /&gt;usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls&lt;br /&gt;presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their&lt;br /&gt;lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys&lt;br /&gt;are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for&lt;br /&gt;money anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him.&lt;br /&gt;But don't let him wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from&lt;br /&gt;about his problems with you may end up being admired by&lt;br /&gt;your boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs&lt;br /&gt;someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when&lt;br /&gt;he teases you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are&lt;br /&gt;serious in your relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Guys will brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does,&lt;br /&gt;even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about&lt;br /&gt;it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We&lt;br /&gt;rarely usee beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys.&lt;br /&gt;Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused,&lt;br /&gt;then we're all confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for&lt;br /&gt;flirting, but no guy can write out a book about&lt;br /&gt;relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Try to be as straightforward as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-&lt;br /&gt;good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he&lt;br /&gt;won't be mature and grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl,&lt;br /&gt;he will think about it for the next couple days or until&lt;br /&gt;the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs,&lt;br /&gt;personality is key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books&lt;br /&gt;that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Guys worry about the thin line between being&lt;br /&gt;compassionate and being whipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's&lt;br /&gt;probably faking it and is spazzing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he&lt;br /&gt;really is. Guys rarely say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just&lt;br /&gt;actually saying, "Please come and listen to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It&lt;br /&gt;doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know&lt;br /&gt;something's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never&lt;br /&gt;around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably&lt;br /&gt;jealous and likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's&lt;br /&gt;definitely thinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys like femininity not feebleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your&lt;br /&gt;naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up&lt;br /&gt;easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Just not too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even&lt;br /&gt;more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have&lt;br /&gt;unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow&lt;br /&gt;are drawn even more to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a&lt;br /&gt;girl's mind for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. No guy can handle all his problems on his own. He's&lt;br /&gt;just too stubborn to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-8356314508156653469?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/8356314508156653469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=8356314508156653469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8356314508156653469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8356314508156653469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/12/50-things-most-girls-dont-know-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-2877782797522981410</id><published>2009-12-05T05:26:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:32:02.090+13:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;big size dreams :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Marry Pierre Bouvier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Dating Ice Cube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-Be famous, be super rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-meet Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-live in Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have no time limits for these big size dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;small(er) size dreams :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-better hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-whiter skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-much much thinner, and taller. weight target = 40 kg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-better teeth, hoping a success for my braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-more stylish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-better voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-more religious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-better personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-smarter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i do have time limits for this small(er) size dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start = Dec, 5th-09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end= Jan, 5th-10&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-2877782797522981410?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-3858731909189353488</id><published>2009-12-05T05:11:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:26:01.094+13:00</updated><title type='text'>quotations</title><content type='html'>here i will post some inspiring words made by me and some made by others. they keep my spirit on so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"if life is on a keyboard, you can't ever escape your world, you can't press backspace to go back, and you can't delete your mistakes. but there's still the arrows to repair your mistakes when you type the wrong word, there's still the enter to start from the beginning again, and there's still the shift whenever you feel like you don't have to type all the words with caps!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-neira jacqueline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"take chances and never regret! because at one point, everything you did was exactly what you wanted!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-someone (this is effin'ly true!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"some days you wish had never started, then comes along you wish it never ends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from a movie In a Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"you have to go through the bad times, to know what's good"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"some problems only have one way in and one way out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-neira jacqueline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"don't ever love someone because who they are, love them when you think they deserve your love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-neira jacqueline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"when someone loves you for real, then the sadness and the happiness are dedicated to them, and they deserve it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-neira jacqueline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"you love someone when you're with them. but you'll love them more when you lose them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-neira jacqueline&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-3858731909189353488?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/3858731909189353488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=3858731909189353488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3858731909189353488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3858731909189353488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/12/quotations.html' title='quotations'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-1991821480656535452</id><published>2009-11-28T19:18:00.008+13:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:10:09.708+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;hey i hope you are all fine, even though i am on a high level &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;boredom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;luckily, i got another sequel of Ghostgirl, Homecoming. hmm i guess i'd love love that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/Sxkv-sLmhtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ac3dPEcnIew/s1600-h/SP028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/Sxkv-sLmhtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ac3dPEcnIew/s400/SP028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411409181320578770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;you should read it too! i love that effin much! and i've downloaded some effects to my photobooth and they're sooo cool&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SxkwqzAcRwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-7chlJaNlkA/s1600-h/Photo+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SxkwqzAcRwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-7chlJaNlkA/s400/Photo+149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411409939067062018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;and i've been interested with fashion lately sooo, wanna show you some of my works, not my best, but i love this simple style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/Sxkx1ol99xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iRqxdI0LHMo/s1600-h/Photo+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/Sxkx1ol99xI/AAAAAAAAAH8/iRqxdI0LHMo/s400/Photo+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411411224761857810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/Sxkx2AMry2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pwqdHBm1AJ0/s1600-h/Photo+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/Sxkx2AMry2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/pwqdHBm1AJ0/s400/Photo+143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411411231098260322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i'm loving my class 8D! people are getting more and more friendly and i love that in such many ways. here's the love from few of my classmates :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/Sxkz1w5vs6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ov0JBR42rDA/s1600-h/Photo+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/Sxkz1w5vs6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Ov0JBR42rDA/s400/Photo+41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411413426015548322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;originally, no edit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sekar, ossy, dian, neira, nadya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kisses XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-1991821480656535452?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/1991821480656535452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=1991821480656535452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1991821480656535452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1991821480656535452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-i-hope-you-are-all-fine-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/Sxkv-sLmhtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ac3dPEcnIew/s72-c/SP028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-1429879071049619168</id><published>2009-11-26T20:59:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:06:41.855+13:00</updated><title type='text'>being teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;i wanna share my story of being a teenager, the time when i realized what life is. and i'm still on that. stories of being teenager now is about the same. you wouldn't find a lot of differences between your story and your friends' story. in case you wanna know, it's about like this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(maybe it's more for girls. but some boys may feel it too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start from 6th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-&gt; you realize that you love your school, your elementary, even when you've hated that school for the last 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-&gt; you face the final test, and first you think you wouldn't do it well, but it went out well, at least, not as bad as what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-&gt; you really loved your grade and all of your friends, and you think you don't wanna leave your amazing 6th grade ( you just didn't know that junior high school will be better after all, believe me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-&gt; you have a great farewell and some of your friends, or even you, cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-&gt; you can't stop looking at your yearbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;-&gt; you are thinking about junior high school, a bit afraid if it turn out bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then, you step into junior high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you and your friends are a total geeks on your first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you are looking for someone you know before you step into junior high school, and hang out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you start getting know your classmates, start from borrowing a pen or else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you have at least one new friend in your class, and another friend outside class, which is the one you know before you step into junior high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you feel a bit awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you find some new friends and leave the old one. (for some, this chapter keep repeating until they found the right circle of friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you know your class better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you start hanging out with some friends outside the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; now, you know which one a good person and which one a bad person. which one a popular, and which one a nerd, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you feel more comfortable with your class and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you find someone you like and start crushing on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you share your stories with friends, and so do them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; there's a lot lessons to catch up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you have boyfriend/girlfriend (some are longlasting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; there's a lot of regretful feelings (so beware)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you have great times and bad times quite a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; you start having unforgetable moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; up to the last months of 7th grade, you love your class more and you realize what true friendship is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-&gt; end of 7th grade, you don't wanna wave a goodbye to your class. (some personal message at msn and status at fb are like this : i love 7c (example) i don't wanna go awaaay! will be miss you guys of 7c! or whatever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;step into 8th grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&gt; you wouldn't really like your new class (maybe separated with your comfortable zone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&gt; hard to socialize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&gt; lessons are getting harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(the begining of 8th grade wouldn't be so fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&gt; middle of the year, you start feeling comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&gt; you might leave your 7th grade friends, but still, you wouldn't lose your contact like when you are on 7th grade. when you leave your real old friends (maybe the one from elementary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&gt; you start loving your class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&gt; feeling "real happy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&gt; have "real promblems"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-&gt; life is getting hard, but more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's the way, me and most of my friends feel of being teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;remind this :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;- you will feel real bad sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;- you will feel like you're loving someone for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;- some of you will feel confuse of lovelife, specially when someone ask you to be their boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;- you will feel like you really hate somone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;- you will have the best friendship ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;- it will be very easy to be bad girls/boys. (beware)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;- some friendships are so bad also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so this is how to survive on being a teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;1. you know, a friend that you really trust at the first time is may or may not be your true friend. so keep on thinking before saying. you might fight with him/her someday. sooo you better keep your secret safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;2. find the real friend to trust, one is enough. you will need quite a lotta time but it's worth it, trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;3. you don't have to be popular, even it will be a lot easier when you are popular. but this isn't something to put on your to do list. wouldn't really mean anything after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;4. when you've found the good circle of friends. don't keep on trying, but keep on keeping them. real friends are hard to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;5. when you really love someone and you think it's for the rest of your life. you might be so wrong, you don't know what will happen in the future and make sure you give the things which is dedicated to them only. do not give so much more yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;6. concentrate on your lessons, some are so useful for your future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okaaay, being a teenager isn't that easy, but it's so fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is the thing i realized from being a teenager :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"i realized that i don't wanna go back in time after all, i just wanna re-feel the happiness i felt back then. cause if i really go back, would it be the same?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lotta love!&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/6502399364800445611-1429879071049619168?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/1429879071049619168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=1429879071049619168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1429879071049619168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1429879071049619168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-teenager.html' title='being teenager'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-2424077065873294674</id><published>2009-11-24T16:57:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:15:56.012+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;in the middle of class. uhh how to survive a boring class + boring teacher? it's my luckiest day along this year for this class, i can fool my teacher and go online :) woohoo! really, i need to say something to ice cube but i am not brave enough to say. huft. such a loser i know, but i have to! awakay just wish me luck for that, and also wish me luck so my teacher wouldn't find out oh yeaaah. oh thinking about what am i gonna do later? hey here it is! i found how to survive a boring class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. get a paper and some markers, then start doodling. i found out that i have brighter idea when i'm feeling bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. daydreaming babyyy! nothing's more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. write a wishes list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;still bored? all that left to do is enjoyy, lame i know. :(&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/6502399364800445611-2424077065873294674?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/2424077065873294674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=2424077065873294674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2424077065873294674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2424077065873294674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-middle-of-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-1086262860406092238</id><published>2009-11-20T21:16:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T21:37:57.441+13:00</updated><title type='text'>to catch you all up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weeeeell, i got a lot to tell! hmm where to start yaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it would be a perfect start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I STILL LOVE ICE CUBE AND IT TURNED OUT GREAT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I STILL LOVE SIMPLE PLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here's newest news from one of the band members, Sebastien Lefebvre, and his new official video of the song that he made called Fall For You! good one, check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pocDY3NkHwc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;awkay, i'm lovin' my days at school maybe cause of the new spirit from mr.ice cube haha. and tomorrow's PL FAIR whoa i'm excited enough, just hoping that ice cube will be there too. i've finished reading a book called Ghostgirl, Rest In Popularity. one word, AWESOME! i love it :) you should read it too. and did i mention about my study tour? ohh well i don't feel like i wanna write it here. but the point is i enjoyed my study tour with my friends of PL 46! the moment that i love the most is when we went to cihampelas and shopping! uhh overshopped of course haha but i felt so great. now, i'm enjoying my weekend and hoping for ice cube huaaaa. oh the shitty little thingy is, i got a lotta works to do! so much till i couldn't even remember, and yeah, i know i wouldn't find any escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; hmm. hey i am loving these 2 songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;- I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;- Love Bug by Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;they're zuppaakewl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see yah, cross your finger and wish me luck for getting closer with ice cube!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-1086262860406092238?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/1086262860406092238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=1086262860406092238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1086262860406092238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1086262860406092238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-catch-you-all-up.html' title='to catch you all up'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-7667609909657683548</id><published>2009-11-15T20:53:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T21:18:17.442+13:00</updated><title type='text'>YESTERDAY turned out to be TODAY</title><content type='html'>helooouu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday was closing PL CUP XI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday was AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday was :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;ohh man i effin wanna go back to yesterday, even though it ended in such a freakin way but yeah, couldn't forget. and also, couldn't post the details haha. the point is i love yersterday and i wanna go back cause now, i feel so not good, dunno why just feeling bored in a high level! oh please gimmie a reason to laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i woke up at 8 and i tried so hard to find my phone because the alarm rang and i need to stop it which is actually under my pillow-,- awkay, so i ate chessecake and chocolate milk for breakfast, then i went back to my room and picked some clothes, after that i took a shower and get ready. i called my friends just to make sure. i needed to have a perfect day so i prepared everything well. and i went to school and waited for my friends so long but never mind. oh really i got a super welcoming!! my heart couldn't stop jumping whoaaa. and so on, still couldn't stop :) i enjoyed that day so freakin much. and about at 5, i went to pim with kania and nadia, we ate kfc and i bought a book called ghostgirl and i love it. then, we went for a photobox. after that, we went back to PANGUDI LUHUR and watced cool performance and also fireworks! and :(i went home:( and nobody got the door and i left alone at night like 10 o'clock. shittt but finally my maid let me in uhh thank god i'm alive. but i had a very boring time at home and now i'm still having it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i woke up at 9, and had breakfast and read my new book which i told you about and took a shower, cotinued reading, and i slept again and browsed the net and so on, okay I AM BORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-7667609909657683548?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/7667609909657683548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=7667609909657683548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/7667609909657683548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/7667609909657683548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-turned-out-to-be-today.html' title='YESTERDAY turned out to be TODAY'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-8618470923529371558</id><published>2009-11-14T02:29:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:33:20.818+13:00</updated><title type='text'>PL CUP XI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE PL CUP XI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;well, i mean it. i felt so happy when it comes to the after school time, means time for PL CUP XI! i got my most happiest moments along these last days. and tomorrow's closing day, wish it wouldn't end that fast but yeah, even though it's gonna be over soon, i hope the luck and the happiness will stay along with me! woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-8618470923529371558?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/8618470923529371558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=8618470923529371558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8618470923529371558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8618470923529371558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/11/pl-cup-xi.html' title='PL CUP XI'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-8564103231106819345</id><published>2009-11-01T23:49:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:53:27.932+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MY NEWEST WISHES LIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-black star fragrance by avril lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-Simple Plan tote bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-war child bracelet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;-witch nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-8564103231106819345?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/8564103231106819345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=8564103231106819345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8564103231106819345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8564103231106819345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-newest-wishes-list-black-star.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-4044214900780986749</id><published>2009-10-30T23:40:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:22:27.145+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;groaaaansss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ohhh ppl you must know! i am grounded! wtf-,- my dad freaking rules is finally legal! here's the f'ing rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.not allowed to go online on weekdays, weekend only! (SHIT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.not allowed to hang out after school! (WHAT?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;oh noooo! they're enough to kill me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;and that means it will be harder to catch y'all up everyday. uhhh okay now i'm gonna spend much time in front of my laptop! it's weekend baby! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-4044214900780986749?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/4044214900780986749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=4044214900780986749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/4044214900780986749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/4044214900780986749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/10/groaaaansss-ohhh-ppl-you-must-know-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-4607567124487671969</id><published>2009-10-27T23:50:00.000+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:51:10.886+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-4607567124487671969?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/4607567124487671969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=4607567124487671969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/4607567124487671969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/4607567124487671969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-hi-and-bye.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-3719896238988068877</id><published>2009-10-27T23:05:00.004+13:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:51:13.673+13:00</updated><title type='text'>awkay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;first that i wanna tell you is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i have a new witch doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;, and she will help me on doing my witchcraft and she'd make a great partner for me. i love her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;so please welcome..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marlene Lucinda Gezendorth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SubHmajKTxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4DnWYxHss_M/s1600-h/Photo+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SubHmajKTxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4DnWYxHss_M/s400/Photo+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397220666225872658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SubHmt5s1DI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vN0q8wYYsMk/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SubHmt5s1DI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vN0q8wYYsMk/s400/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397220671420683314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-3719896238988068877?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/3719896238988068877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=3719896238988068877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3719896238988068877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3719896238988068877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/10/awkay.html' title='awkay'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SubHmajKTxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4DnWYxHss_M/s72-c/Photo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-5973495590963443126</id><published>2009-10-26T00:30:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:39:57.057+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I TOOK THE 1st PLACE ON NEWSCASTING COMPETITION @GONZAGA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;can't believe it, but i'm happy :) thankyou everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also congratulation to:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Kak Kezia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;who took the 3rd place on storytelling competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Kak Kevin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;who took the 2nd place on storytelling competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neira(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-5973495590963443126?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/5973495590963443126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=5973495590963443126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/5973495590963443126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/5973495590963443126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-took-1st-place-on-newscasting.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-5636991738139479115</id><published>2009-10-20T23:43:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:47:26.872+13:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dear biatches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lemme tell you something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;STOP CARING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S PROBLEM! SERIOUSLY IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;you are so freaking fuck damn shit and i'm gonna fuck your moms off! go to hell you bitches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;just stop talking about what you don't really know and stop being a JERK!!!!&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/6502399364800445611-5636991738139479115?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/5636991738139479115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=5636991738139479115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/5636991738139479115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/5636991738139479115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-biatches.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-2486478880367824246</id><published>2009-10-20T00:09:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:24:47.716+13:00</updated><title type='text'>DAD AND HIS FWEAKIN RULES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ohmyeffinggeez! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;my dad was just talking to me and he complained about my marks on the report card along the conversation! uhhh! and he said that he wouldn't let me join any after school activities before i fix my marks! whaaaat?? uh i really hope i could prove him that i can do better! oh please trust me dad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here's some of his effing fweakin' rules that he planned but luckily don't start yet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- not allowed to use the internet/computer except weekend! (WHAAAT??? hello i wouldn't be able to breathe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-not allowed to go out on weekdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-have to join the extra lesson for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-he will say no more often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-it will be harder to get a permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-hard to join any other non-school activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-gotta spend more time at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHH PLEASE! is he trying to kill me? hey dad you know how much i hate rules!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really those rules are making me crazier!!! hate 'em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone please help!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;N-O-W!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;dear dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;oh i promise i would fix my marks. please throw your fuckin rules awaaaay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-2486478880367824246?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/2486478880367824246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=2486478880367824246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2486478880367824246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2486478880367824246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/10/dad-and-his-fweakin-rules.html' title='DAD AND HIS FWEAKIN RULES!'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-4677555572390998374</id><published>2009-10-13T20:55:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:14:09.663+13:00</updated><title type='text'>freakin' gossip made by the bitches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heyatch mi corazon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;uh oh, sumthing i told you about my last weekend is now kinda fweakin' gossip. well, like a new effing thing for me actually. but who cares? i've got my friends all behind and i hope it's gonna be nothing for my upcoming relationship hihi :) no matter what people say, i'm gonna keep going, this is my life, my choice, and i don't care about what you said gals! you better stop aksing me and put your hands off my probs! none of your business! so just keep on doing your things biatch, tragic ending for you? too bad that's not my fault okay?! you may think i am a destroyer or something else, but you ain't so much better than me! and even if i am, you should know that i've think before doing, so i'd take any risk that would come to me. but i really hope soon things gonna be just fine, just wish me the best luck. anyway, sorry for any mistake i made and sorry for the people i've hurt. i didn't mean it. hope things really gonna be just fine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muchomucho lovelove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neirrrrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-4677555572390998374?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/4677555572390998374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=4677555572390998374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/4677555572390998374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/4677555572390998374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/10/freakin-gossip-made-by-bitches.html' title='freakin&apos; gossip made by the bitches!'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-2632435372891668480</id><published>2009-10-04T19:18:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:32:32.970+13:00</updated><title type='text'>broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heyatch ppls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;today, when i woke up.. i saw a msg on my phone and it's kinda the broke up text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;yeah, i broke up. some says i should be happy cuz i'm finally out of his "game" and i am the winner in fact he's the one who broke me up, means he's the one who can't stand me! haha that's crazy! but idk why, at the first time i read the text, my tears suddenly came out! really, i dont know what to wish! but this shitty thingy started from an originally made from a biatch problem! yeah, i guess he's falling for another girl which is a bitch(some people said) who loves to ruins people's relationship! hey boy,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i am not a toy even if you are a player! i am not the girl who deserve your "game". go find another toy, or a bitch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my special message to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you should know that you've made me fall in love with you and now i feel you dumped me for another girl just like that! it hurts so bad! i am totally torn now.. yeah, and for me, the reason you gave is sooo lame, i wanna hear another better reason! well, sorry for my mistakes, i dont know what to say.. i hope soon you'll find a better girl, probably with that bitch! and thank you so much for everything you gave, it is so much more than the things i could ever expected, hope we could still be friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mucho love ( to all of you )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-neira-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-2632435372891668480?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/2632435372891668480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=2632435372891668480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2632435372891668480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2632435372891668480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-2257466414986715843</id><published>2009-09-27T23:33:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:43:47.000+13:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heyatch ppls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;you know what.. i'm feeling so bad! dunno why but really, i am feeling so bad! it's getting closer to school and the whole halfterm exam thing. i'm afraid i couldn't make it. and also the shitty thingy at school. i need to escape my afterschool lesson tomorrow, but i've skipped quite a lot! but i have another important thing to do. *can't decide* and alsoooo my bf didn't even bother to text me, while i have sooo much things to ask, and  million words to say. i dont know for sure, am i miss him or need to leave him. uhh feeling sick and the condition right now is totally unsupporting! come on world, what the hell f'ing thing is up? another thing is, i'm bored. yeah, i'm bored. with what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITH EVERY SINGLE THING THAT HAPPENED ON EVERY LITTLE THING I DID!&lt;/span&gt; got it? i am half mad so need to end this post immediately. i dont wanna post the things that i shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mucho love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;littlemiss creepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;neira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-2257466414986715843?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/2257466414986715843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=2257466414986715843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2257466414986715843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2257466414986715843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf.html' title='wtf'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-1664597560347478703</id><published>2009-09-25T00:25:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:53:31.870+12:00</updated><title type='text'>just something to write about</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;guys i'm back with the daily history haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;but before that, i need to complain about some little things, which is going on in our lives now. not too far, it's about the living in jakarta, where i exacly live. suddenly, i feel it's not that good living a life out here. so these are what most people complain about.. "bad air and horrible traffic!" isn't it?? please be honest people who live here! dont you guys feel it? and some people are not really noce too tough, some of them are just too bad. criminal is everywhere! it's just not that save to hang around the town anymore. and i've met some people who ruined their future, even before they reach it! you know what i mean? they did some things that they shouldn't do, and they think it's a part of having fun, well honestly IT IS! but you gotta watch where you're going guys! life is not that short and some better things are waiting on your future, so dont you dare to ever waste it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;alright then, i've found another fun things to do when you are fucking bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;it is.. omegle-ing!! haha maybe some of you did this thing to. for me it's just fun to talk with strangers and then be anyone we wanna be, and do some stupid tricks to them, then disconnect the chat before they are getting mad! lol but be careful you may find a lot of sex addicts there, so if you do, quickly disconnect it! unless you wanna have fun with one of them. so so and so, yesterday is quite bad, it was kinda big small shitty little thing happened! cant explain, just wanna let you know how bad i felt. and my bf is somewhere out there, know that i miss him so badly but he didn't even bother to reply my text!! how sick? okay just need a rest and hope things will be just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;alrite, need to end this now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;buh-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;-nei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-1664597560347478703?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/1664597560347478703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=1664597560347478703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1664597560347478703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1664597560347478703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-something-to-write-about.html' title='just something to write about'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-6219006635018306355</id><published>2009-09-25T00:05:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T00:24:31.244+12:00</updated><title type='text'>what most tennage girls exactly want!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;in my opinion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;this is what we(teenage girls) exactly want..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-perfect love story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-great bff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-having a LOT of friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-understanding parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-hot boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-amazing things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-a wink from a cute senior boys ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-privacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-candies, lollipops, and stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-clothes and shoes, duh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-boys, do i need to say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-dreams and imagination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-and some things that suddenly stuck inside my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;so what is it like in your opinion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;*full of thoughts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;nei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-6219006635018306355?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/6219006635018306355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=6219006635018306355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone, i have a bad news today :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend, Edgar or maybe known as Egi, passed away this morning. maybe some of you already know the reason. and i guess i would not explain it here.&lt;br /&gt;so this is for Egi, maybe i've known you for a while, yep we don't really know each other, but i know you by your huge popularity at school. some of my friends said that you are a really good boy and you are so polite to the senior, yeah that's good. and even tough i didn't really know you, but i am so sure that you are good. nobody could ever expected that your accident will have a tragic ending like this. but it's your destiny boy, i couldn't say much but i hope you will have a better life in heaven and may you rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;and for his family, specially his twin Enrico, i hope you could survive this situation and you guys could accept it. keep moving on in life and i wish you all the best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;neira.&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/6502399364800445611-4475105997230437351?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/4475105997230437351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=4475105997230437351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/4475105997230437351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/4475105997230437351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-in-peace-egi.html' title='Rest In Peace Egi'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-3162927047843963432</id><published>2009-09-12T00:33:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:38:22.684+12:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END OF RINGTONE 1 --&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The Way I Loved You"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is sensible and so incredible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And all my single friends are jealous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; He says everything I need to hear and it's like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I couldn't ask for anything better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; He opens up my door and I get into his car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And he says you look beautiful tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I feel perfectly fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; You're so in love that you act insane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And that's the way I loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Breakin' down and coming undone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; It's a roller coaster kinda rush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I never knew I could feel that much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And that's the way I loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; He respects my space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And never makes me wait &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And he calls exactly when he says he will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; He's close to my mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Talks business with my father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; He's charming and endearing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I'm comfortable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; You're so in love that you act insane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And that's the way I loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Breakin' down and coming undone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; It's a roller coaster kinda rush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I never knew I could feel that much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And that's the way I loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; He can't see the smile I'm faking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And my heart's not breaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Cause I'm not feeling anything at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And you were wild and crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Just so frustrating intoxicating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Complicated, got away by some mistake and now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; It's 2am and I'm cursing your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'm so in love that I acted insane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And that's the way I loved you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Breaking down and coming undone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; It's a roller coaster kinda rush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I never knew I could feel that much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And that's the way I loved you oh, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And that's the way I loved you oh, oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Never knew I could feel that much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And that's the way I loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: taylor swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-3162927047843963432?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/3162927047843963432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=3162927047843963432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3162927047843963432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3162927047843963432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-song.html' title='Love Song'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-8478648868116701953</id><published>2009-09-11T23:45:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:13:19.811+13:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW</title><content type='html'>:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so here i am, in a whole new world (seriously, it is not a part of my past). i got a new sweet "someone" and makes me feel totally in love :p and i think it's a great start and i'm still hoping for everything better. now, i just keep on doing the things that i should do and keep on preparing for a better day for tomorrow. the old me has just gone and you guys should prepare yourselves to see the new me, either it's better for you or maybe worse :) but i'm always trying to be better so i hope you will love me more than before. so thank you very much for everyone my friends, my family, my teachers, all of you. without you guys, i could never reach this far. thanks a lot, what you gave is something that i can't achieve and i know what i could give is something priceless, so i hope all of you can just enjoy my new personalities :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;okay, suddenly i got this thing in my head "some days you wish had never started, then comes along you wish it never ends" yep it's true! i got it from a movie called "in a day" it's not really good tough, but i love the words! it is sooo true isn't it? i've been trough some days such like that and i wish i could repeat all the times i had :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;now, let me inroduce you my girls at school! love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KANIA&lt;/span&gt; amalia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;she is a bit boyish. so we(me and the other girls) are planning for a make over for her! haha wondering how fun it will be. alright she is nice, funny, understanding and a good listener! she's so best ever. and i can talk about anything with her and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;natalia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NADIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;this girl fell in love soooo many times! haha i guess she couldn't love without l-o-v-e. but she's so great too. talking about love with her is so worth it! she is helpful and understanding. she's pretty too, no wonder why boys are staring at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;rite. enough for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;*kisskiss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-8478648868116701953?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/8478648868116701953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=8478648868116701953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8478648868116701953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8478648868116701953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/09/new.html' title='NEW'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-17459065588602294</id><published>2009-09-04T19:47:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:45:29.588+12:00</updated><title type='text'>start all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~hiya guys~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am finally home. :) :( don't know i supposed to smile or cry haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;first of all, i wanna say thanks to my soul sister, Miranda Janeline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;thank you so much Mira for everything you did you are the best ever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and i am sorry for my mistakes i will try to be better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and i guess it's time for me to change and i should start all over again. i made some stupid mistakes and i feel so sorry about that, i need to repair my self and start a whole new world. school is getting better, friends are great! also thank you so much for everyone who has helped me on my path. just don't know what to say. that's all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;byee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-17459065588602294?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/17459065588602294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=17459065588602294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/17459065588602294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/17459065588602294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/09/start-all-over.html' title='start all over'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-3336167000298168508</id><published>2009-08-29T02:17:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T02:24:25.419+12:00</updated><title type='text'>How Long I've Been Living :)</title><content type='html'>I was born on a &lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt; and since my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;I've been living for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;157 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;685 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4,796 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been livin&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;g for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;115,114 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living for&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6,906,858 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;414,411,507 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've breathed more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;65,416,719 times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've blinked my eyes more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;69,341,719 times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has beaten more than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;483,480,060 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wew, a-mazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-3336167000298168508?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/3336167000298168508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=3336167000298168508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3336167000298168508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/3336167000298168508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-long-ive-been-living.html' title='How Long I&apos;ve Been Living :)'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-8816599474298474345</id><published>2009-08-23T23:30:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:58:29.721+12:00</updated><title type='text'>~F'ing Geez~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;heyaa fellas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's stories of Me and Mira, which is some parts of the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;magically true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i had a dream for last 2 nights, i was going to a magic land and then i met a boy, he's sweet, kind, careful, and everything! i know him, i can clearly remember his face in my mind, but idk why i can't say his name! i don't even know i guess, he has a combination face between 4 guys in my life. then, i told mira about that, suddenly there's an idea came to our minds. we're thinking of a story like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;we are living in new york as high school students, after school, we go to mall and start shopping. after that, we see a strange shop, and we think it would be kind of fun if we take a look inside. but, we did not know that is is a magic shop. there's a psychic inside, and finally he looks through our eyes one by one, and to me he said : "the guy in your dream will come to you" and when we walk to our apartment, i can't stop thinking about that, i really don't now what he means. so i throw myself to the bed and sleep. at night, i had a dream that i met that guy. in the afternoon, i come to mira's school and as i walk by, i meet "that" guy. then i run to mira and tell her. but unexpectedly, mira said "hey, that's my secret crush and you should know that i've love him for years" and i dontknow what to do until suddenly i become closer to that boy and finally he asks me to be his girl. at the same time, i had a huge fight with mira about this. and the movie is about my decicion, will choose to keep my sisterhood with mira? or will i choose that guy who may or may not be my true love??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;and back to the reality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;that night, we went to "somewhere" and that situation exactly happened!!  i guess the guy that i saw last night has almost the same face as the guy in my dream! omg i was so shock! but the different is, me and mira didn't fight about that, right? haha cause she had the same situation as what we plan on the ending of our story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;oh what a wonderful life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;littlemiss dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;neir-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-8816599474298474345?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/8816599474298474345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=8816599474298474345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8816599474298474345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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"&gt;i-miss-the-old-days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that 5 words could really completely explain about my feeling right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i really miss the day where i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;chat with my bff at class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i really miss the day where i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hear the guitar sound at the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i really miss the day where i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;laugh without any worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i really miss the day where i could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;do whatever i want at my hom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i really miss the day where i could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wake up whenever i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;i really miss the day where i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;don't have to be ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i really miss the day where i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;still on vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i really miss the day where i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;could spend it with the people i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i really miss the day where i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;could get what i used to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;little miss chatterbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-neira-&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/6502399364800445611-2859282642917395552?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/2859282642917395552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=2859282642917395552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2859282642917395552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2859282642917395552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-old-days.html' title='i-miss-the-old-days'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-1907954233201825437</id><published>2009-07-29T18:27:00.004+12:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:35:35.014+12:00</updated><title type='text'>a whole new "BAD" world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CRAZY FACTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;yep this is crazy and i can's stop feeling strange. my world is falling apart! i lost almost everything! from a horrible family problem, don't understand anything at school cause i skipped it quite a lot, until the biggest one, i have to let him go! hey it's a bit not fair, even tough we still love each other and doing well. stupid little thing happened and we cant go on!! that was a very very sad fact and it's like i lost everything i've build so hard. i know that he wont do this thing but sadly it's a must! and now, i still love him the way i did. hope he keeps his promises as well. just hope for the best and now i let the destiny guide my way, which is i never did, i used to fight the destiny because it never comes in a good way! crying wouldn't help, I KNOW. but i got this thing in my head "it WAS AWESOME but WE LOST IT" hate that fact. it hurts so bad. okay now let's change the topic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;STAYING HERE FOR A LONG TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you guys should &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;now that i'm staying with my soulsister best steptwin MIRANDA for maybe a long time. and yeah, i love it here! they treat me  like i am absolutely a part of them and i am. lol. we had so much fun! there's always gonna be something that makes me laugh EVERYDAY! and my sisters mira and lia have the best personalities ever! aww, aren't they people to die for?? ohh i hope they are. FYI, i skipped school today, and last week i don't even go to school! haha people are wondering why, but the reason i just, i had a sleepover at mira's and it is waay too far from my school, which is stupidly i go to school from here for the last 2 days, and i will do the same for the rest of the month or maybe longer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HANNAH MONTANA THE MOVIE WAS AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;actually, i watched this movie last week with mira, and until now i still thinking that i have to watch it AGAIN! oh that movie is sooo great, and the songs are amazing too. the climb and butterfly fly away are my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;picture coming soon!&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/6502399364800445611-1907954233201825437?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/1907954233201825437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=1907954233201825437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1907954233201825437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1907954233201825437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/07/whole-new-bad-world.html' title='a whole new &quot;BAD&quot; world'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-5338448762181666192</id><published>2009-06-08T22:34:00.009+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:21:34.874+12:00</updated><title type='text'>100 types of a perfect boy for me :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;the perfect boy for me must be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1.handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2.cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3.kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4.caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5.imaginative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6.creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7.rich (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8.funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9.not too talk active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;10.brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;11.smells nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;13.polite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;14.healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;15.do sport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;16.smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;17.can play guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;18.love music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;19.family guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;20.trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;21.love me more than anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;21.can cheer me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;22.have nice friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;23.helper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;24.can ride a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;25.romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;26.neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;26.have a good voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;27.can make my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;28.true lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;29.friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;30.quite famous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;31.outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;32.easygoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;33.not lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;34.have nice family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;35.good supporter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;36.love kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;37.can swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;38.can dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;39.adventurous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;40.respect me as a Simple Plan lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;41.lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;42.not a cheater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;43.honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;44.clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;45.not an emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;46.can say some words in french&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;47.like watching movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;48.can cook some meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;49.can speak english fluently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;50.respect others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;51.down to earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;52.hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;53.sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;54.understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;55.know how to treat a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;56.not emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;57.not too moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;58.fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;59.cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;60.adorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;61.friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;62.independent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;63.serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;64.charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;65.can make songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;67.cuddly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;68.love to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;69.not complaining too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;70.love to eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;71.not too critical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;72.see his life in a fun way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;73.not stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;74.sucsess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;75.unselfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;76.smart shopper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;77.goog shopping friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;79.know how to make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;80.love animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;81.not too wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;82.love movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;83.can take me around the world someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;84.can make my family happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;85.have a good social life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;86.madly in love with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;87.respect myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;88.can be a good teacher for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;89.believe in God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;90.happy with his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;91.believe in magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;92.accepting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;93.bold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;94.enjoy reading books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;95.not a nerd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;96.not afraid animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;97.talented&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;98.behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;99.not using drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span 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lucky, anton, ale, ariko, hansel, daniel&lt;/span&gt;. jadi, awalnya kita ngumpul di depan kelas, tapi gue harus ke 7d dulu, ada pendaftaran buat yang mau ikut pramuka gitu deh, jadi my friends have to wait for me :) sorry guys. tapi akhirnya kita berangkat, gue sama nadia naik mobil vania dan ganti baju di mobilnya. pas udah nyampe, gue vania nadia ke baskin robbins. nah ternyata yang lain pada di tahan karena pake seragam gk boleh masuk. yaudah gue vania nadia nyusul mereka ke depan bareng icha sama monik, panas2 nih kita ke depan nyariin yang lain, pas udah di depan, kita telfon dan ternyataaa.. MEREKA UDAH MASUK! huh.. akhirnya kita masuk dan ketemuan di 21. abisitu kita makan di foodcourt. gue udah laper banget tuh! tp yg cowo banyak yg gk bawa duit dan akhirnya mereka makan di kansup, aduh kasian.. haha, gue mah kasian doang tp gk mau bayarin.. abis makan kita nonton night at the museum 2, filmnya seru banget! ada CANADAnya gitu! udah gitu kita foto studio, ngajakin  yang cowo sussaaaahh banget!! pas udh selesai, gue sama vania nyari kuteks dan akhirnya vania beli di the face shop. abisitu vania balik, dan gue janjian sama nadia tari, kita bertiga ke baskin lagi dan gue sm nadia dibeliin icecream sama tari, hehe.. pas lagi makan, hansel lewat dan tari beliin icecream buat hansel juga, kita makan bareng2 sambil main jujur2an deh, haha.. gue mampir ke point break sama nadia trus fitting2 baju sambil foto2 gitu, hahah! terus gue minta hansel beliin tas emily the strange yang lucuuu banget, tapi jawabannya adalah "nunggu gue boker duit dulu" behh, semenjak itu dia jadi sering ngomong boker duit. akirnya kita jalan ber4 karena yang lain udh pada pulang, kita janjian ketemu sama kania yang lagi jalan sama pacarnya dan sepupunya. akhirnya tari pulang, dan gue, nadia, hansel ketemuan sama kania di kfc.. terus hansel pulang. gue nadia kania pacarnya kania sama sepupunya kania jalan ke amazon. terus kita misah, itu udah jam 6. gue sama nadia males pulang dan kita akhirnya nonton lagi deh, haha! pas lagu nunggu film, gue panik gitu karena uang kelas berkurang! gue sampe mau nangis takut banget! sampe jam 9an gitu, kita pulang naik taksi ke rumah nadia, pas turun dr taksi, ada orang transtv gt nawarin CASTING! haha! gk lama, nyokapnya nadia pulang dan gue dianterin pulang.. sampe di rumah, gue dibeliin pizza sama bokap, terus sambil makan gue ngetwitter for saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Sebastien!&lt;/span&gt; that's all, byee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-7269024378093861525?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/7269024378093861525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=7269024378093861525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/7269024378093861525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/7269024378093861525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-hangout-with-wonderful.html' title='another hangout with wonderful classmates!'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-8270384994512065264</id><published>2009-06-03T19:04:00.002+12:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:12:09.126+12:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy! it's been a long time! hmm.. let me think about my highlights, okaayy.. here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i am a bit lazy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i love my class 7c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i hate my pastimes bff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i love  my new bffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i feel so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i miss my steptwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i want macbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i want underwater camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i am waiting for braces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i want contact lens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i am excited to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i want to go to a beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i like over her dead body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i like nick&amp;amp;norah's infinite playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-it's like i'm losing my past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i want to be thinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i am on exam and wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-I STILL LOVE SIMPLE PLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-wish Pierre Bouvier is here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm okay that's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-8270384994512065264?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/8270384994512065264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=8270384994512065264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8270384994512065264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/8270384994512065264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyy-its-been-long-time-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-1487473338042935424</id><published>2009-03-13T14:48:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:04:10.547+13:00</updated><title type='text'>friendsfakefriendsenemiesfrienemies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hiyaa guys!&lt;/span&gt; i don't really know about what i feel now.. :P well,&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i'm trying to find my real BFFs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; cause i know that i'll meet thousands of people in my life, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;so i can't say that my bestfriends now will last forever&lt;/span&gt;. however, &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;i feel more comfortable with my new friends, well, maybe some of them are fakefriends. but, yeah.. i hope they will learn to be true friends cause i really feel okay with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;it doesn't mean that i'm not close with my old friends or bestfriends now, i just need a time to be with my new friends cause i need to be more social.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't wanna be nerd if i stay with you (gals, you're not nerd).&lt;/span&gt; well, it's during my move time, so i will be more uncontrolable, and more tempramental too. hope you understand and i promise i will be so much better person!! so i need your help to understand and support my movements.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;i still wanna say thanks a lot for everyone, about everything and anything. i gotta go now.. byee :)))))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-1487473338042935424?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/1487473338042935424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=1487473338042935424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1487473338042935424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1487473338042935424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/03/friendsfakefriendsenemiesfrienemies.html' title='friendsfakefriendsenemiesfrienemies'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-2932310509986112624</id><published>2009-03-10T23:51:00.003+13:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:13:37.847+13:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back with hot topics!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SbZLOfThyjI/AAAAAAAAACM/a3ofasEBeC8/s1600-h/Picture0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311515522823735858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SbZLOfThyjI/AAAAAAAAACM/a3ofasEBeC8/s320/Picture0080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hiyaa guys&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; well, i gotta say that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;school is getting so hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i still enjoy the friends and stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and FYI, i just wanna tell you my &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends, enemies and frienemies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you hate me, just tell me and i won't feel sad! i have found the circle of friends where i feel comfortable there. so i don't need you if you're a fake friend. i will hate you back, try to put you out of my life, then kill you! i won't feel so bad, and i wouldn't care, i'm not afraid to make enemies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it doesn't mean that i'm really fine with that, of course it's better if we have no enemies and stay with super nice friends. but i'm just okay with that, well i can't ask you to stop hating me, so just tell me. and i also hate someone right now! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really understand how you feel &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you hate someone by a reason, and that person still doing that again and again cause he/she just doesn't know that we hate them.&lt;/span&gt; it's better to tell the truth about what you feel. and nobody's perfect too!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just enjoy the good side of someone and let the bad side be a good guide for you to not doing the same. i really don't want to have frienemies! friends is friends and enemies is enemies! show me you're a friend or enemy, or i will find out myself. and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wanna say thank you so much for my real friends and my dearest BFFs for being so nice to me and show me the real firendship.. ILY!&lt;/span&gt; okay then, i think that's all.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;byee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-2932310509986112624?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/2932310509986112624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=2932310509986112624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2932310509986112624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/2932310509986112624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back-with-hot-topics.html' title='i&apos;m back with hot topics!'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/SbZLOfThyjI/AAAAAAAAACM/a3ofasEBeC8/s72-c/Picture0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-1963973056189872285</id><published>2008-11-20T02:04:00.002+13:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T02:08:27.326+13:00</updated><title type='text'>hangout with classmates..</title><content type='html'>haha.. tadi abis jalan2 sama tari, diska, jemi, vania, icha, chika, monik, okti, anton, andra. seru bgt!! kita nontonh HSM3 (untuk ke2 kalinya bwt gw..) tp tetep seru, makan bareng, foto2, pokoknya seru.. tp endingnya rada aneh, soalnya bingung mau foto studio apa nggak.. jg kelamaan mikir, dan akhirnya pada pulang. tadinya bono, ale, dhanes, mau ikut, tp gajadi.. pokoknya anak2 7c harus hangout bareng lagi.. yg bkn 7c kaya okti juga ikut lagi yaaa... see ya guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-1963973056189872285?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/1963973056189872285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=1963973056189872285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1963973056189872285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/1963973056189872285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2008/11/hangout-with-classmates.html' title='hangout with classmates..'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6502399364800445611.post-9082004389748375965</id><published>2008-09-23T21:55:00.001+12:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:01:37.302+13:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Plan'/><title type='text'>Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>I really really love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i feel like i have a heart connection with them, i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't stop thinking about them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. it's like, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simple Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is my life.. i really want to meet them in person!! that's my biggest dream! well, everyone said that'll never come true, but i believe... &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;if there's someone who can help me make my dream come true&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;please tell me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6502399364800445611-9082004389748375965?l=neirajacques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/feeds/9082004389748375965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6502399364800445611&amp;postID=9082004389748375965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/9082004389748375965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6502399364800445611/posts/default/9082004389748375965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neirajacques.blogspot.com/2008/09/simple-plan.html' title='Simple Plan'/><author><name>Neira Jacqueline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11657712451424365106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTm-vR84dCw/S0mLoEke5yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jihExmy5vMo/S220/Photo+411.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
