<?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-246545548469122157</id><updated>2011-10-29T10:21:06.327+11:00</updated><title type='text'>because it's all about Catty &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Catty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162074147049627545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-1353829809012839911</id><published>2011-10-29T10:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T10:21:06.355+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see</title><content type='html'>it's amazing how this year has changed everything.&lt;br /&gt;just recently, something i never expected to happen, happened.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing, how something i've been praying so hard for, finally happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendships have strengthened, some lost along the way or becoming distant. and as VCE is nearing, i'm finally finding out who my true friends are and if they are the relationships i want to keep in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homework load is piling, exams are in less than two weeks, inspiration to study? zero to none. motivation to procrastinate? a hundred percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing is, it's not even year 12 yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-1353829809012839911?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/1353829809012839911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-6428156056213804070</id><published>2011-03-25T22:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T22:00:20.773+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i seriously need to stop eating....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IM SO HUNGRY OMG D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-6428156056213804070?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/6428156056213804070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-seriously-need-to-stop-eating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/6428156056213804070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/6428156056213804070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-seriously-need-to-stop-eating.html' title=''/><author><name>Catty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162074147049627545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-965257531045083182</id><published>2011-03-25T21:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:53:11.344+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sUS4pnvwk0I/TYxzoyIV-bI/AAAAAAAAACo/DVkC9QvqP_k/s1600/172337_10150096684892826_731357825_6313533_5512765_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sUS4pnvwk0I/TYxzoyIV-bI/AAAAAAAAACo/DVkC9QvqP_k/s320/172337_10150096684892826_731357825_6313533_5512765_o.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the one i've been through it all with.&lt;br /&gt;maths crisis', shopping dilemmas, dieting techniques, and all the gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;love you, Kathy Cheng.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-965257531045083182?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/965257531045083182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-ive-been-through-it-all-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/965257531045083182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-6733777571392088067</id><published>2011-03-25T21:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:47:53.304+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>a new year, and new decade.&lt;br /&gt;haven't been writing in this for ages, and all these memories have just come and gone, in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendships have been broken, some strengthened, and ones that have just bloomed.&lt;br /&gt;two years of studying hardcore await me, seriously can't wait until it's 2012, and i'll reflect upon this experience as if it was a roller coaster through my emotions and mentally as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school's a bitch. and it never will stop being one.&lt;br /&gt;fight fire with fire, right?&lt;br /&gt;i'll get through this.&lt;br /&gt;i have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-6733777571392088067?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/6733777571392088067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/6733777571392088067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/6733777571392088067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Catty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162074147049627545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-6921403795428377494</id><published>2010-06-14T02:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:26:21.906+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SOCCCERRRRR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it's the first time that i actually care about sport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;so here i am staying up til 6:30 am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;waiting on a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;waiting on a win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID37982/images/fifa2010_logo(6)(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://image3.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID37982/images/fifa2010_logo(6)(1).png" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Bring it on.&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/246545548469122157-6921403795428377494?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/6921403795428377494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-6499684390206200435</id><published>2010-03-26T22:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T22:41:42.777+11:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i don't want anyone else..</title><content type='html'>you said you were full of &lt;b&gt;regrets&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guess what, so am i..&lt;br /&gt;i regret not saying yes..&lt;br /&gt;i regret the times where i've ignored you..&lt;br /&gt;i regret the times where i needed you the most, and i just pushed you away..&lt;br /&gt;i regret when i had the chance, and i stuffed it all up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said i'll find someone else, thats &lt;b&gt;better&lt;/b&gt; than you...&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; want anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p137/beach-bumm22/beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p137/beach-bumm22/beach.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want you.&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-6499684390206200435?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/6499684390206200435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-i-dont-want-anyone-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/6499684390206200435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/6499684390206200435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2010/03/maybe-i-dont-want-anyone-else.html' title='maybe i don&apos;t want anyone else..'/><author><name>Catty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162074147049627545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-1429287965873247816</id><published>2010-01-05T19:32:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:32:14.679+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>even if i'm a tad late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to two of my most favourite people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chris &amp;amp; Gloria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't forget to make a wish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i387.photobucket.com/albums/oo315/lovefool_brisa/photography/life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i387.photobucket.com/albums/oo315/lovefool_brisa/photography/life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you both xx &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/246545548469122157-1429287965873247816?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/1429287965873247816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-5877385035313192448</id><published>2010-01-05T19:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:29:59.368+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>it's a new year&lt;br /&gt;a new decade.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;hopefully this year will be the greatest year yet.&lt;br /&gt;even if it started off poorly,&lt;br /&gt;let's let it reach it's climax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because it's a new start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo28/Artful_S/Photography/discipleship2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo28/Artful_S/Photography/discipleship2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/246545548469122157-5877385035313192448?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/5877385035313192448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/5877385035313192448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/5877385035313192448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Catty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162074147049627545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo28/Artful_S/Photography/th_discipleship2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-6085399522755988940</id><published>2010-01-05T19:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:17:31.613+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Because it feel's like insomnia. oh oh ohhh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nearly a &lt;i&gt;whole month&lt;/i&gt; sleeping at 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;starving &lt;/i&gt;my ass off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;feeling &lt;i&gt;darkness&lt;/i&gt; just eating me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the point where my stomach is &lt;i&gt;failing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the eyebags just keep getting &lt;i&gt;bigger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it really just isn't my cup of tea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd19/mcrlove667/teacup4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd19/mcrlove667/teacup4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Catty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162074147049627545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-8014029116543735473</id><published>2010-01-05T19:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:10:06.270+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of my road?</title><content type='html'>where's the end of my road?&lt;br /&gt;because all it seems right now is rocky and neverending.&lt;br /&gt;boring, simple, &lt;i&gt;useless?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things around me a beautiful and bright.&lt;br /&gt;so many opportunities, so many things to do.&lt;br /&gt;but why am i so sick of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sick of life? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not giving up. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm holding on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but why does it seem like there's no one waiting for me at the end?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww117/MillionsOfThing/Photography/4-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://i711.photobucket.com/albums/ww117/MillionsOfThing/Photography/4-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-8014029116543735473?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' 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i've tried to talk to you. i even confronted you today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;did you have to push my arm away so hard?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;can't you just grow up and say what you want to say to my face? instead of to other people?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you think i'm that much of an idiot to not realise how your status on facebook is related to me? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you think i'm that stupid?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;what do you think anyway?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't feel like doing anything today.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to shed any more tears because of your endless bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;should i give up?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;... i don't know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i don't know anything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.... maybe i'll just hold on that tiny bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div 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just Give up?'/><author><name>Catty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162074147049627545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-2823846579620590673</id><published>2009-12-01T23:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:40:57.207+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Saranghae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;We're&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;missing you already.&lt;br /&gt;u're &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;going&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; soon.&lt;br /&gt;on ur way &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; hong kong&lt;br /&gt;It is your final&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;last&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; three days in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will love &amp;amp; miss u &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont think bout forgetting me &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember to keep in touch where&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; ever&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-anTEi3q8k/SxUOXbgMWEI/AAAAAAAAABg/IXesLhLcEHA/s1600/DSC05410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-anTEi3q8k/SxUOXbgMWEI/AAAAAAAAABg/IXesLhLcEHA/s320/DSC05410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just you and i.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;friends forever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i love you gee. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;xx&lt;/b&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/246545548469122157-2823846579620590673?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/2823846579620590673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2009/12/saranghae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-5376113132299025628</id><published>2009-11-30T22:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:07:10.664+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you get any more iriitating?</title><content type='html'>for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goodness sakes.&lt;/span&gt; grow up.&lt;br /&gt;don't go acting like the whole world loves you, because sorry hun, whether you like it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or not&lt;/span&gt;, not every does.&lt;br /&gt;you have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; right to go and say those things to her. just because you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jealous &lt;/span&gt;people actually don't find her annoying and actually like her, don't go giving her crap because people don't even want to give you that tiniest bit which you ache so much for.&lt;br /&gt;open your ears and use you're brain. stop being such an attention seeker and listen to your voice screeching.&lt;br /&gt;i get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bloody headaches&lt;/span&gt; just hearing you sing.&lt;br /&gt;so what some stuff might not be as perfect as you think, why don't you go do it yourself then? stop calling me and the others for advice and help on your homework just because you're to damn stupid to even think of doing it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;how on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;earth &lt;/span&gt;are you going to get through life thinking that you can copy and live off somebody else's answers. well guess what?&lt;br /&gt;you copy off us, but we still get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and no matter how hard you want to beat us, we're still way &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahead&lt;/span&gt; of you.&lt;br /&gt;stop acting like a kid, grow up, grow some ears, and a brain along the way&lt;br /&gt;and stop being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hypocrite&lt;/span&gt; you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-5376113132299025628?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/5376113132299025628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2009/11/could-you-get-any-more-iriitating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/5376113132299025628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/5376113132299025628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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smile.&lt;br /&gt;smile because for once you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;you're finally happy.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm going to be happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll wait for you...&lt;br /&gt;time can tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-3732394965823027422?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/3732394965823027422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-going-to-be-happy-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/3732394965823027422'/><link 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i was an idiot. i wasn't thinking. i should've realized how much it meant to me. i'm sorry for all the mistakes, for all the times i've hurt you. i realise now, how much i regret saying no. i wish i had said yes. is it this jealousy that's hovering over my mind, my heart. is it because i was too afraid to admit it? is that why i said no? or is this just another stupid phase that will pass in a few days? it's been ages now. this sure is a long phase. i'm trying to be happy. i'm trying to be happy for you. i wouldn't be able to give you the happiness you have right now. i really wish you the best and the happiness will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope this phase passes by as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-2551560882339432935?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' 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have?'/><author><name>Catty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162074147049627545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-2299320436125853096</id><published>2009-04-20T13:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:45:31.806+10:00</updated><title type='text'>April 20. Monday</title><content type='html'>Day before term 2 school starts.&lt;br /&gt;i know gay. urgh whatever. i just like finished my whole fat chink 40 page booklet. which i suppose ms liu wanted us to do over the holz so we can ace our chink test but like SIF the booklet did much anyway, it was just an excuse to get more time x) tehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah organising my SHINee pics atm :) since it's like everywhere bit nd pieces here and there. sigh. it's taking MUCH longer than expected when it takes up most of you computer hardrive =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photoshop cs4 is awesome :) but it laggs. you see someone could've told me that it lags so that i had to drag it onto the tab for atleast 10 seconds before it would drag on. yeh and i still dont no how to make it smaller. i'm such a noob ^^" nawww but me nd shaz's r like full on nooobs at gmail LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeh u no blogging is really useles.. it's not like anyone reads anyway~ whatever. i'll use this as a raging page :) ahahaha ofc. WIN :P now this just makes myself look like i'm talkin to my self. sighhhh~ so is this what people with no lives do? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lolli - lolli - lii ohhh lollipop. hahah amanda :) u no u love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-2299320436125853096?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/2299320436125853096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-20-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/2299320436125853096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/2299320436125853096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-20-monday.html' title='April 20. Monday'/><author><name>Catty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01162074147049627545</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3gVMeLHxfgw/TYxw-vIETWI/AAAAAAAAACI/aAJ3-O5vmcc/s220/189905_1880092845652_1341229326_2127371_695533_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-246545548469122157.post-210755936489343941</id><published>2009-04-19T21:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:09:58.624+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Camp. April 10 - 13</title><content type='html'>About half a week ago. i was sitting in the hall where Fusion was assigned. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;, i was tired, angry, pissed off, depressed and stressed. i wanted my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;, my food, my sleep, my bed, my computer, my music, etc. i realize now that i had been so stupid and stubborn. selfish. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;should not&lt;/span&gt; have been thinking of the distractions. no. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;should have&lt;/span&gt; been thinking about how the next few days would be. i would have to experience Jesus', though not even 0.1 % of what he had to go through, 48 hours before he got crucified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp made me really realise what God's love really was about. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yeh&lt;/span&gt; before i was just like, God's love. hm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; cool awesome. but now it's just hit me in the face, hard. for all the temptations that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;in front&lt;/span&gt; of God. it made me feel like such an idiot. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t need those. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; need any temptations. all i need is God :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worship sessions were really amazing. they made me feel as if for once i wanted to sing the true meanings, the lyrics, to no one but God. for once i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;'t feel stupid and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; raising my hand up to praise the Lord, but instead i wanted to stand there, in God's awe, praising him, forever. i wanted our worship to become better, and now it's really come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night sessions, really impacted my camp "journey". i was afraid, shivering, praying [HEAPS], shocked, sad, ashamed, somewhat excited, and most of all, i put my trust all in God. the countless prayers i said to him, they gave me strength one by one, as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;empowering&lt;/span&gt; me like fuel to a car. i was deathly afraid of the dark, but now i am proud to say, it might be a big deal anymore, because i know that God will shine a light as a path for me always, that he will drag me out of the darkness, letting me know that i am not alone. that he is always here for me. as he is always here for everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, You really are wonderful, you really are beautiful. you are able to move mountains and the oceans will part for you, Lord. and most importantly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will sing of your love forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/246545548469122157-210755936489343941?l=becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/feeds/210755936489343941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2009/04/church-camp-april-10-13.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/210755936489343941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/246545548469122157/posts/default/210755936489343941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becauseitsthelittlethingsthatcount.blogspot.com/2009/04/church-camp-april-10-13.html' title='Church Camp. 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