<?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-28206188</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:59:19.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5801656262305566094</id><published>2010-02-24T08:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T08:08:45.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HI! markypolotee here. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently my blog is not dead yet i guess? just lazy to blog out so ya i rather just twit about  it&lt;br /&gt;i fucking cannot sleep sia. die die.&lt;br /&gt;anyone knows where to buy sleeping pills?&lt;br /&gt;ala i dont know what to type already so ya. keep a lookout for updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is rather weird at first. as time goes by. it will eventually work out. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5801656262305566094?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5801656262305566094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5801656262305566094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-markypolotee-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-8276741889483802987</id><published>2010-02-08T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T06:03:37.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feb already. siannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what to blog. its just so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi! i'm markanthony! that's so random heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-8276741889483802987?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8276741889483802987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8276741889483802987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/feb-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7502172335751906248</id><published>2010-01-22T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T01:43:54.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck my ankleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;fuck my ankleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;fuck my ankleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. suay sia. ala that's all ah no mood to blog damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall be patient&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7502172335751906248?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7502172335751906248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7502172335751906248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/fuck-my-ankleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3330861826720759913</id><published>2010-01-13T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:03:30.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if i lay here. if i just lay here. chasing cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn. freaking bored. cant wait to get my pay. wah damn damn. so super tired. still got pool later. cant wait somehow. get to see pills again. heh. okay got nth more to say so ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me smile just out of nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3330861826720759913?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3330861826720759913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3330861826720759913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-lay-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3134389245117340432</id><published>2010-01-09T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:54:30.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finally got my off day. freaking bored at work well i got no other choice but to hang on. well there's soccer later cant wait. i'm rotting at home now. i'm done with heroes season 4 ep 13 n 14 like finally its out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently stoning shall do that for now ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants a piggyback ride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3134389245117340432?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3134389245117340432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3134389245117340432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/finally-got-my-off-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2977240310925458427</id><published>2010-01-07T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:03:24.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm the hacker_93 which just hacked into M's blog. What a boring blog. Ok, I was just kidding. Changed of layout. Something plain. Happy liao not. Bwhahahahaa. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2977240310925458427?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2977240310925458427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2977240310925458427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-hacker93-which-just-hacked-into-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4167846952747226556</id><published>2010-01-05T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:21:11.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the fuck. what the fucking hell. what went wrong yet again. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up stucked up shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4167846952747226556?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4167846952747226556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4167846952747226556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-8147960217287431454</id><published>2010-01-04T07:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:02:34.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>off to work(: ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as you're happy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-8147960217287431454?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8147960217287431454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8147960217287431454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/off-to-work-ciao.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6701479025044708484</id><published>2009-12-31T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:36:26.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy and sweet that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i'm super bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6701479025044708484?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6701479025044708484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6701479025044708484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-and-sweet-thats-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6719289895814647474</id><published>2009-12-27T04:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T04:43:28.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pretty sure of what i want now. truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6719289895814647474?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6719289895814647474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6719289895814647474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-pretty-sure-of-what-i-want-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7107244551424360563</id><published>2009-12-26T04:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:26:49.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>far away from my memories, voices around my head. dreams that say hi and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;reality that never seems to stop. the never ending time. the winding road ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good and bad memories. the misses that never stops. the phrase i miss you always seems to come out somehow anywhere. don't say you love cause you're leaving. happiness is misery. the sentence as long you're happy dont seem to rhyme anymore. its all weird and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my path either left or right. i dont seems to know my sense of direction anymore. or what am i thinking or doing right now. yes i do miss you. but do you even realised it. a hole engraved in my heart made out of stone. it no longer aches way too painful to be known or felt anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think there's a barrier somehow. either break it or leave it. i dont know. what's my escape? misery. the past memories always seems to catch up somehow. even if its a few months back. if only i could read your mind. or even an hour with you. that will be great or rather awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope it all will be better when the new year come. i truly hope. i got nothing else to say. shag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i thinking. i wanna be happy. i need a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7107244551424360563?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7107244551424360563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7107244551424360563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/far-away-from-my-memories-voices-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3406614049668974802</id><published>2009-12-24T03:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T04:37:47.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i wish that i knew why. i wish for all my questions to be answered. i wish that things are not that confusing. i wish for my life to be better. i wish for all the heartache to stop. i wish for all the dreams to stop. i wish for all the dreams to come true instead. i wish you here. i truly wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my christmas wish is you. i'm so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3406614049668974802?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3406614049668974802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3406614049668974802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wish-that-i-knew-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3077231151309389984</id><published>2009-12-23T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:30:39.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dreams, dreams and many more of them. it all seems to be real at one point of time. kind of the too good to be true the real thingy. it sucks totally. it felt so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels it was just yesterday when i first know you. i know that i should not be thinking about this now. but truly the past always seems to catch up somehow rather than the future or the present. i thought i'll never think about this anymore. i guess a part of me is still with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is what they call happiness in misery. ignorance is bliss. ignorance is your new best friend. i truly wish for this to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a heart made out of stone. numbness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3077231151309389984?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3077231151309389984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3077231151309389984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreams-dreams-and-many-more-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5991746349702142969</id><published>2009-12-18T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:32:33.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cramps and more cramps. damn! pills and more pills happy ones of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been wondering thinking. hopefully it comes true. been lonely for awhile you know? haha! but ya whatever it is life goes on. i'll take whenever i get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care - fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care what you think&lt;br /&gt;as long as its about me&lt;br /&gt;the best of us can find happiness&lt;br /&gt;in misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care, i dont care&lt;br /&gt;i dont careeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey girl you great tonight. heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5991746349702142969?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5991746349702142969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5991746349702142969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/cramps-and-more-cramps.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5581543004371898919</id><published>2009-12-15T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:12:13.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boys like girls - heart heart heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you kill me with your kiss, its so hard to resist you.&lt;br /&gt;when you look me in the eyes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say we're heading for a heart heart heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;and i dont ever ever wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;dont say you love me&lt;br /&gt;dont even&lt;br /&gt;dont say you love me&lt;br /&gt;you're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart heart heartbreak. just damn bored. currently waiting for heroes to load. damn those leg cramps. anyway back to heroes. till then ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say we stick it out through the thick and thin. did it happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5581543004371898919?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5581543004371898919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5581543004371898919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/boys-like-girls-heart-heart-heartbreak.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-8971744924825270161</id><published>2009-12-14T04:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T05:13:50.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once a mofo always a mofo. that's me damn. what wrong have i done again? seriously? are you that narrow minded? forget it. anyway just got home from outside. slack with zad first. not bad eh. we actually talked alot that's nice. about our dark side, girls? ha! lovelife? yeah then yang came over we talked too. had a good workout today. overall fun? heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nth else i guess. not that happening yet. that's about it. i'll blog soon. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will never be back. though it seems it was just like yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-8971744924825270161?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8971744924825270161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8971744924825270161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/once-mofo-always-mofo.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3910867784349343433</id><published>2009-12-12T02:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T02:30:54.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored bored bored. work again 2moro. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming soon so is my brother birthday too same date. cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;been talking abt life with pills. growing old and all. quite funny ah the fact that we still play soccer if we're old. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. anyway ya. work again 2moro. whole day stand again. wah stunt ah. okay i'm gonna go sleep. i'll update again? soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i miss you. thats all. you're not there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3910867784349343433?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3910867784349343433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3910867784349343433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored-bored-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-243788122155385735</id><published>2009-12-06T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:54:08.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erm work? 10am to 6pm? ion orchard? anyone wanna visit? heh! i'm gonna sleep now shag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chao oh sai. motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you you you oh you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-243788122155385735?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/243788122155385735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/243788122155385735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/erm-work-10am-to-6pm-ion-orchard-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-8592819589397349876</id><published>2009-12-04T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T01:06:22.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i come to think of it. love is not all that. its more about your own happiness. living life as it is. when hope comes it comes when hope fades it fades. what sucks more time is not there. either too little time or no time at all. chances comes chances goes. as long we treasure what that comes along. the moments the memories. it will all be inside our head. simply unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i would like a taste at love again. its been far too long i guess. i'll treasure whoever god sends me to love or care. when that time comes i hope it will all be sweet once again. i truly hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer up girl. i'm so tired. i need a hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-8592819589397349876?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8592819589397349876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8592819589397349876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-come-to-think-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4073565892407930512</id><published>2009-12-01T04:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:28:31.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn. cant sleep. i still have freaking sore throat and it sucks. anyway i'm done with heroes? waiting for the next episode? cant wait? heh. i realised life is much more better now i guess. seriously better. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's for 2moro? idk. usual stuffs i guess heh. i guess i'm gonna stop at here for now. till again ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for miracles. forever is over. you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4073565892407930512?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4073565892407930512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4073565892407930512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6556425995204676336</id><published>2009-11-28T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:04:24.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling so much better now. after i slept throughout the whole day. for sure the night is morning for me right now. i'm like wide awake now. watching heroes. i know i'm slow but ya. its nice though the show. heh. still got flu though and cough damn. headaches are coming back again. wah sian sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm gonna go watch heroes now. maybe rest up agan? heh ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're still on my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6556425995204676336?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6556425995204676336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6556425995204676336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-feeling-so-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2847991502787061299</id><published>2009-11-27T05:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T05:35:07.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god my throat hurts. any tips?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2847991502787061299?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2847991502787061299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2847991502787061299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6343928895029818235</id><published>2009-11-26T04:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:19:37.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why isnt it me. why isnt it you. am i really not worth thinking for. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ya. slack with pills again before their prom night. heh! that's all i guess pretty much. got no mood to blog. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i truly really wonder why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6343928895029818235?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6343928895029818235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6343928895029818235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-isnt-it-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-1359927962384948199</id><published>2009-11-24T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T03:11:52.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi i'm markanthony and i'm falling sick. damn it. it seems my heart always beat faster than before. super weird. or maybe i'm just thinking too much. well idk. ever since that fucking day at the hospital. after the checkup everything change so weird. heart problem. damn weird ah. and i dont think my left arm is fully healed yet. it still hurts if i use too much strength. damn. at least its better than before. better than it all cast up. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need my sleep but i cant. god someone buy sleeping pills for me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be nothing more. truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-1359927962384948199?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1359927962384948199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1359927962384948199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-im-markanthony-and-im-falling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2764452617056826612</id><published>2009-11-23T03:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:39:02.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently wide awake. i cant sleep as usual. damn. what am i thinking again. sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insomnia once more. any sleeping pills anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it. i cant sleep. short hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2764452617056826612?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2764452617056826612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2764452617056826612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/currently-wide-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7773810112472361437</id><published>2009-11-21T04:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T04:21:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cramps, lack of sleep, light headed, what else can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a tiring day. cant seem to sleep even i am tired. wtf. anyone got sleeping pills or anything? happy pills are also allowed. haha! short hair equals to short life. at least its nice both life and hair i guess. lame i know just bored la idk what else to say. nothing much on my mind right now. i guess that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant seem to stop thinking even though it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7773810112472361437?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7773810112472361437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7773810112472361437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/cramps-lack-of-sleep-light-headed-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5535925481795921339</id><published>2009-11-19T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T03:28:50.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>simple post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EGO KILLS. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5535925481795921339?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5535925481795921339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5535925481795921339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/simple-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6890701707666847944</id><published>2009-11-17T02:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T02:41:36.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a boy without a heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything pills and sis. your well wishes means alot to me. i love you guys n sis. yeah i maybe a boy without a heart now but i do have you guys to patch it all up for me right? what will i do without you guys. fyi. i have a heart problem in which my valve idk which part of it of my heart is leaking idk what. it cant be close properly so ya. its okay for now. doc said that my heart is well and strong. though a surgery maybe needed in the future. it can be avoided if my heart heals by itself. so my healthy lifestyle starts from now on i guess maybe next week idk. someone plan for me ya? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah life goes on. i cant die not now now later. i'll get well somehow i swear. 2moro gonna be another day a new day. cheers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pills! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6890701707666847944?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6890701707666847944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6890701707666847944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/boy-without-heart-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4465497931033376058</id><published>2009-11-16T04:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T05:02:41.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thoughts. time. dreams. wishes. trouble. thinking. trying. impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it will be this hard. maybe totally impossible. i'll just watch you from afar. doing nothing at all. will you even notice my presence there. will you even bother caring the littlest of things i do. here i am resisting the temptation to see/text you. i wonder if i even got the chance to pick the pieces up for you. time is there but for how long. i longed for just a hug. a warmth that only this lifetime has. bittersweet memories yet again. i miss your presence that's all. the word adore seems to always ring inside my head. i'm not in love not without you. your smile never fails to light up my day. the jokes and laughter we used to go crazy with. late night out slacking. everything reminds me of you.  i miss you in a way. that's all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything we had. whether it is just memories it means alot. no matter how short it is we been together. you do mean alot to me. i'm sorry for what i have done. truly i am. i can never ever forget you i know you can but i cant. and it sucks. if only the stars were a little more bright would things be a little better. all i can do is wait and watch. that's all and it sucks. i wish for things to be better. i hope. hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears. i'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4465497931033376058?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4465497931033376058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4465497931033376058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6624945828447320783</id><published>2009-11-15T06:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:49:27.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>morning already. just got home from outside. i cant seem to fall asleep. tired but ya. nothing. been thinking of stuffs lately again but ya forget it. everything seems to fall apart again and it sucks. seriously but what can i do? nothing at all. zero movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the bittersweet memories starts to come back again. the thought of having you in my arms seems pretty impossible. jealous in a way. seriously what can i fucking do. it seems its even harder to reach out for you anymore. i tried but ya sigh. it sucks. if only we had that bond again. would not it be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems you're like miles away. impossible to reach. my paper heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6624945828447320783?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6624945828447320783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6624945828447320783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/morning-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-1842139067147814130</id><published>2009-11-13T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T18:51:31.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>salvation? the path to light. eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont give up if i still love her eh? haha! ya right. i wish i could but ya. its still a long way or maybe impossible. idk idc. god i'm bored. rotting at home. my arm hurts. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pills are still sleeping. so boring. well what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is wait. that's all. you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-1842139067147814130?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1842139067147814130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1842139067147814130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/salvation-path-to-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-8164825188911178299</id><published>2009-11-11T03:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T03:13:13.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the name is markanthony. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep. insomnia. bored. i'm like super bored now. busy day ahead later loads of stuffs to do. heh. cant wait. gonna be super tired again. well happy pills makes everyone happy right? heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i guess? i'll update asap ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good. boring too. oh well. you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-8164825188911178299?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8164825188911178299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8164825188911178299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/name-is-markanthony.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6243510063464772553</id><published>2009-10-31T04:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T04:45:03.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wide awake. insomnia i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this habit of recalling our so called our memories every now and then. random songs appear in my mind. every single thing seems to just flashback in split seconds. weird dreams. that i hope never to come true. its all way too weird. what will happen in the months to come. bittersweet. what can i do. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess a part of me is still thinking about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess there's no such thing as forgetting. twoeight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6243510063464772553?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6243510063464772553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6243510063464772553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/wide-awake_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-343698972631424499</id><published>2009-10-30T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:34:09.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy pills! rock on! even though things are better now why am i still thinking of u. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. life goes on! you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-343698972631424499?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/343698972631424499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/343698972631424499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/boredboredboredboredboredboredboredbore.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7634387065130023853</id><published>2009-10-22T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:52:52.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>untitled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its better not to know anything. sometimes its better not to ask. i think i finally get the term ignorant is bliss. i dont think i'll be blogging for some time. i need time alone. so goodbye for now. i'll be back soon i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7634387065130023853?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7634387065130023853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7634387065130023853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3940480516588549434</id><published>2009-10-20T05:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T05:17:12.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual late night sleeper. been thinking and all. i guess i'm pretty sure of what i want or rather who i wanna wait for this time. yeah you. i'm not gonna do anything at all. i rather be a friend who can be there rather than being a barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to see the one you love happy and smiling. i guess that's love for me. loving someone doesnt mean she must be there beside me. i guess seeing her happy and all is enough for me. that's all. love maybe blind, but love is kind too. its just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M! i guess i'm pretty sure this time. you yes you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3940480516588549434?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3940480516588549434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3940480516588549434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/wide-awake.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7909285046049650830</id><published>2009-10-14T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:25:51.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;napolean napolean. eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;m what am i thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7909285046049650830?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7909285046049650830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7909285046049650830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/napolean.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4933963834530670751</id><published>2009-10-12T03:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T03:11:11.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;THE TURNING POINT IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;THE POINT OF NO RETURN NO BACKING OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ITS A MUST I'LL DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'LL WALK AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;m. no turning back no regrets no more backing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4933963834530670751?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4933963834530670751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4933963834530670751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/turning-point-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2736680315630826970</id><published>2009-10-07T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:59:09.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boredom! totally bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. slack with pills again. cards the whole time. my arm still hurts. checkup coming again. pray hard that there will be no cast at all. and movement will be reduced to zero. got screen by the devil in blue again. thank god nothing happen. totally bored now. anyway life is great now i guess? anyway i'm gonna eat now although its like 0100am in the morning. ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&amp;m! three cheers for 4october once again. life is gonna be good from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2736680315630826970?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2736680315630826970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2736680315630826970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/boredom-totally-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3995207183871809313</id><published>2009-10-04T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T00:48:30.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listen to my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched just for laugh at channel 5. there's this phrase the comedian said. guys think of nothing all the time. totally nothing. so answer me guys. whoever. is true? guys think of nothing all the time. heh! anyway i heard good news. i can feel happier now. seeing the one you love happy makes me wanna smile makes me happy too. just seeing that is enough. i don't expect more. love is blind but love is kind too. love is about being selfless i guess i finally realised it. love maybe painful but love will love you back i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MarkAnthony 18 this year. i wanna know the true meaning of life. i wanna know the true meaning of love. searching for now i guess. life goes on. and finally i'm happy with life. there's more to life. i want to see it all not just by myself my other half. to see through it all. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I FORGET TO MENTION ONE THING. THREE CHEERS FOR OPERATION 4th OCTOBER! SMILE GUYS AND GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! life is great. life is good. i wanna smile more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3995207183871809313?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3995207183871809313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3995207183871809313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/listen-to-my-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5106289789081779346</id><published>2009-10-02T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T03:30:30.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't sleep. i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my story. since i'm so bored earlier ya earlier. i put my jacket. shorts. and ya. headed to kopitiam. got myself teh c ice and two slices of bread. went to the playground. sat there. emo there. think there. the wind just kept going. its nice since its so warm out there. lighted a stick up and ya. and everything just flashback again. ya even though its a playground there are alot of memories there u know for me la. yeah. done with my last stick and ya i'm home stoning again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i'm bored. damn it. i been thinking. i should be happy with my life now afterall i got my happy pills so ya. life goes on but for sure i'll miss you. cause truly afterall you're still my sweet drug. expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! happy pills. let's have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5106289789081779346?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5106289789081779346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5106289789081779346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3087436525241495918</id><published>2009-09-29T05:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:11:16.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>markanthony is wide awake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to freaking sleep. there's too much on my mind. just took more of my pills which i'm not suppose to but i still can't seem to freaking sleep. pictures of you in my mind. fragments. broken pieces. flashbacks. it will all come back again. it sucks like hell. wah i can feel the rush of the pills already. am i gonna die? so is this overdose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i freaking thinking. will i dream of u again? its been straight days already and it always feels so real. that hug really felt so real. wow! anyway its just a dream right? fastasy. dreams. reality. facts. choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling light headed now. love is not a game. love is like a puzzle? i guess. finding the missing last and only piece to complete the puzzle. your other half. what crap am i talking about. must be crazy already. i always asked myself what is it always the image of you stuck in my mind. damn it. seriously someone please take a beer bottle and smash it on my head. just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! listen to my story. the missing piece. where is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3087436525241495918?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3087436525241495918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3087436525241495918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/markanthony-is-wide-awake-i-cant-seem.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5381720904590990366</id><published>2009-09-27T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:10:06.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if there is a easier way to forget you then tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what's going on. idk what to do. idk what to say. it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;lazy to blog already. fucked up. someone will someone just take a beer bottle and smash me in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep never to wake up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5381720904590990366?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5381720904590990366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5381720904590990366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-there-is-easier-way-to-forget-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2790748664127295797</id><published>2009-09-26T04:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:40:04.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for memories. listen to my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories? misses? effort? love? tears? barrier? surprises?&lt;br /&gt;what am i thinking? what am i doing? what am i crying for? what am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;it seems like darkness always cover my life instead of light. where is my light? my starlight. stargirl? haha! people say there are alot of fishes in the ocean? but how many? i dont know what to say. it sucks. i used to think we could build a perfect world just for the both of us. where there are endless laughter. we could laugh all day long. we could just be so happy. just the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greatest barrier in my life? the hurdle i have to cross. the winding road ahead of me. the unforgiving elements. the unimaginable pain. the weirdest of all dreams. the temptation to resist seeing/thinking of you. we used to be so happy. we used to call each other everyday and night. i guess somethings change some never do. time never stops ticking. life goes on no matter how hard is it. move along? its not that easy. easier said than done. i just want to be happy but i can't something always seems to hold me back. yeah you yes you. you the one that i always think of. will someone just take a beer bottle and smash me in the head. that will be cool i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my story now. i guess you're out there smiling/happy. doing the thing you do best. living life like there's no end to it. i'll miss you that's for sure. memories can never be forgotten it only can be suppress for a short while and it will all be back again someday anytime anywhere. agree? memories are like your pillar of strength. they keep you going with life. sort of a drug. i guess the strongest emotion in life is being in love with the ones that can make you laugh smile cry and an experience that no one can forget. totally impossible. yes you i can never forget you that's for sure. a way back into love? i'll live to see that come again. when will i be gone? i don't know. that's up to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad world? truly one. all i can say is this. expect the unexpected. go on with life. but for sure i'll miss you. afterall you're still my sweet drug i swear its true. cause i walk alone i walk alone. a lonely september? true enough. can't wait for the new month to come. yeah listen to my story. listen real hard. i'll post whenever i have something on my mind? ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! this is markanthony. this is my story. sweet drug oh sweet drug. speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2790748664127295797?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2790748664127295797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2790748664127295797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/thanks-for-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-589650380172713682</id><published>2009-09-23T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:30:53.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! just got back home, slack with the jokers earlier. crap crap and loads of crap the whole time. i guess they are my laughing gas. my arm still hurts and damn itchy. wah seriously feel like cutting off the cast. damn it. i guess for now life is great when its full of laughter i guess? to take my mind of every single problems there is. to not think of you that often but that's impossible. why oh why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expect the unexpected. let fate show the way. the path of light. the winding road ahead. the barrier of life and death. the choices that goes left and right. the joy of loving someone you love. the pain of missing the one you love. but the fact is maybe she's out there happy. and maybe that is what that truly matters. that's all i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! which path? right or left? up or down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-589650380172713682?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/589650380172713682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/589650380172713682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-just-got-back-home-slack-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5979838399532470321</id><published>2009-09-22T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T22:37:12.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>come to think of it. things are a little better now. somehow lighter lesser problems.&lt;br /&gt;i really hope things will remain this way. memories that make us stronger memories that make us sad. memories that makes us happy. mixed feelings. happy n sad, sad n angry and happy n angry. after all you're still the drug i urge for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we been apart for weeks? 1 month? idk. the memories are always there. every single day without fail you always appear in my mind somehow. i feel protective of you, i don't want u to get hurt or sad. somehow i don't have the strength to resist seeing you but i can't. cause maybe somehow i know you're out there safe happy and doing the thing you do best. you are afterall still my sweet drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ya. my arm still hurts feeling like cutting off the cast. my checkup will be on the 2nd of october long right? cant wait to get this over and done with. anyway i should watch whatever i say now i dont wanna repeat the same fucking mistakes again. everything happens for a reason? okay i feel like sleeping already damn it. feeling light headed. i pray i hope things will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! afterall you're still my sweet drug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5979838399532470321?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5979838399532470321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5979838399532470321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/come-to-think-of-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4081898886797421775</id><published>2009-09-22T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:32:11.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>erm ya idk what to say. i'll just post a song here ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boys like girls - love drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey, hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The top down in the summer sun&lt;br /&gt;The day we met was like a hit an run&lt;br /&gt;And I still taste it on my tongue (Taste it on my tongue)&lt;br /&gt;The sky was burning up like fireworks&lt;br /&gt;You made me want you oh so bad it hurt&lt;br /&gt;But girl, in case you haven't heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever is over&lt;br /&gt;We used to kiss all night&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just a bar fight&lt;br /&gt;So don’t call me crying&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause just one sip would make me sick&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;But now it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot sweat and blurry eyes&lt;br /&gt;We're spinning on a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;The world stuck in black and white (Stuck in black and white)&lt;br /&gt;You drove me crazy every time we touched&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so broken that I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, you make me such a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever is over&lt;br /&gt;We used to kiss all night&lt;br /&gt;Now its just a bar fight&lt;br /&gt;So don't call me crying&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause just one thing would make me say&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;But now it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I wasted on you&lt;br /&gt;All the bullshit you put me through&lt;br /&gt;Checking into rehab is everything that we had&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean a thing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;Forever is over&lt;br /&gt;We used to kiss all night&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just a bar fight&lt;br /&gt;So don't call me crying&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to goodbye&lt;br /&gt;(Ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause just one sip would make me sick&lt;br /&gt;I used to be love drunk&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm hungover&lt;br /&gt;Love you forever&lt;br /&gt;But now it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na-na-na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's over&lt;br /&gt;(Na-na-na na na na na na)&lt;br /&gt;I still taste it on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;(Na-na-na na na na na na)&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! i love you forever, forever is over, we used to kiss all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4081898886797421775?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4081898886797421775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4081898886797421775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/erm-ya-idk-what-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7849884566737821867</id><published>2009-09-19T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T04:38:32.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! forget abt my previous post then. i'm sorry okay! have to say that to her.&lt;br /&gt;then what start another thing again. ya. you're so annoying too F! haha at least i said sorry okay? sigh i don wanna start anything again k i know i lie way too much alot but ya i'm not doing anything wrong k anyway looking forward to later BBQ luckily everything is not ruin yet. the plan must go on so ya. lets have fun! and happy belated birthday ET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna rest now. someone's snoring and ya just right beside me. a hint for u guys. ET haha guess ya? anyway gonna sleep now night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! SUPER DUPER TIRED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7849884566737821867?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7849884566737821867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7849884566737821867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-forget-abt-my-previous-post-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3509728111028664624</id><published>2009-09-18T02:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T02:18:19.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>drama? bullshits? scum of the earth? so who the hell is adeline? haha!&lt;br /&gt;i may have said alot of things alot of bad things. but ya at least i bothered saying sorry? i know sorry is not the solution to everything. at least i tried to make things better. better than to let my ego get in the way. ego kills right? i don wanna start anything here or wherever so ya. someone tell me, who is the fuck adeline is? is she even in this world? her eye candy? tell me guys what's worse? scolding scum of the earth or someone trying to make up an imaginary girl/friend to lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if everything is my fault then let it be this way then. who wants to give in anyway. rather than to make the whole thing big? show me this adeline person and i'll believe that. i don't want ppl impressions of me to get any worse it is now. so ya i don think its fair to me. so ppl the next time u wanna lie come up with a better one ya. its not fair for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! true or false. i wanna know(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3509728111028664624?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3509728111028664624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3509728111028664624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/drama-bullshits-scum-of-earth-so-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2507549823274973837</id><published>2009-09-17T01:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T01:50:44.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>are things finally turning for the better. idk. who knows god knows whose choice only our choice. i can't freaking remember what i wanna write at my pm at msn. super duper irritating its something nice i guess abt my story. damn it forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm ya speaking about my life. ya i pray i hope i pray again seriously please i hope this way of my life now will continue no problems no more burdens. HAHA! free like a eagle soaring in the skies huh? i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway gonna wait for one more hour before CL starts damn boring. anyway i'll light one stick for now. uber boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! KEEP SMILING! (: HEH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2507549823274973837?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2507549823274973837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2507549823274973837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-things-finally-turning-for-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2384207184541530704</id><published>2009-09-14T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:45:21.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listen to my story. this maybe our last chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why i'm feeling so fucked up. maybe tired? weak? or maybe there is too much things on my mind already. it feels like as though someone is stepping/sitting on it. there is so much on my mind and i can't find anyone to confide to. anyway its always been this way for me and it sucks. i guess dreams are just dreams. reality is the real thing. what am i thinking now. idk. totally once again messed up i just wanna be good for now. no problems or anything. whatever it is don say the wrong thing i guess. just one word may change everything forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this maybe my last chance idk. all i'm gonna do now is to watch a show. a real live one based on true events. i'm just gonna watch just watch, all i can do is to just be there when you fall that's all. words actions tears sadness happiness anger jealousy mixed feelings. idk what to do man damn it shit it fuck it! and finally two days without problems thank god! that's all for now damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! KEEP SMILING(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2384207184541530704?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2384207184541530704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2384207184541530704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/listen-to-my-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5612024754755872447</id><published>2009-09-12T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T05:32:26.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>changes, bittersweet memories, changes again, heartache, followed by changes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what has the world turn into? choices? hard ones easy ones. to be nice or simply just being ignorant. laughter, flashbacks, smiles, tears and flashbacks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be happy, sad, angry, happy, sad, angry and the cycle goes again. dreams, fastasy and reality checks. i guess the more you hope the harder you fall. a day late, a week and even for a moment. and everything's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lonely september ahead i guess, sitting here trying to convince myself that you're the one for me. that line. wow wow wow. its time to move along get love drunk and the great escape is just ahead. cool eh? how i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go for the one who i have made an impact in their life. though the road i walk is gonna be long and cold. i have to make it i have to its a must. time is not on my side. though i wish for it to be longer. treatment first i guess. yeah. i have to make it i have to. mad world mad world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new day, new week, new life. time to be a real good. something's do change some don't at all. i wonder i ponder i wonder again. i really wish my life will turn out for the better. hoping and still believing. time to change. that's all i can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCDEF! just smile mark keeping smiling(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5612024754755872447?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5612024754755872447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5612024754755872447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-bittersweet-memories-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4854683053591563020</id><published>2009-09-07T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:33:09.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my days numbered and still counting, as time ticked away. my life slowly eaten away by time. the sight of life seems so dull and meaningless, every breath i take seems like it the last of it that i have. sleepless nights are bound to be there, the thought of will i ever wake up again, will i ever see the light again. as i need my sweet therapy my drug my painkillers. will it ever come. life and death which one will it be. i wonder. memories that i have now i'll hold them close to my heart. thank you joy for hearing me out gayboy thanks alot! at least friends are there to make things a little less painful huh? i don't know what else to say. i'll just look forward to life i guess. no point regretting it now. i'll treasure whatever i have now. chances or not. its all up to choices. whether u think if it can make you happy. i hope everything will turn out for the better i hope i pray. yeah. pieces of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just smile mark keep smiling no matter what. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4854683053591563020?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4854683053591563020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4854683053591563020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-days-numbered-and-still-counting-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7358838654260761048</id><published>2009-09-05T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:18:25.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what becomes of me? i don't know. flashback, mistakes, regrets, past present and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i gonna do now. work i guess to take my mind off everything i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers for five years - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that you don't have to go &lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the fireworks &lt;br /&gt;I thought we could wait for the snow &lt;br /&gt;To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt &lt;br /&gt;I thought I could live in your arms &lt;br /&gt;And spend every moment I had with you &lt;br /&gt;Stay up all night with the stars &lt;br /&gt;Confess all the faith that I had in you &lt;br /&gt;I had in you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To late, I'm sure &lt;br /&gt;and lonely &lt;br /&gt;another night, another dream wasted on you &lt;br /&gt;Just be here now &lt;br /&gt;against me &lt;br /&gt;You know the words so sing along for me baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven's sake I know you're sorry &lt;br /&gt;But you won't stop crying &lt;br /&gt;This anniversary may never be the same &lt;br /&gt;Inside I hope you know I'm dying &lt;br /&gt;With my heart beside me &lt;br /&gt;In shattered pieces that may never be replaced &lt;br /&gt;And if I died right now you'd never be the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought with a month of apart &lt;br /&gt;Together would find us an opening &lt;br /&gt;And moonlight would provide the spark &lt;br /&gt;And that I would stumble across the key &lt;br /&gt;Or break down the door to your heart &lt;br /&gt;Forever could see us not you and me &lt;br /&gt;And you'd help me out of the dark &lt;br /&gt;And I'd give my heart as an offering &lt;br /&gt;an offering &lt;br /&gt;To late, I'm sure &lt;br /&gt;and lonely &lt;br /&gt;another night, another dream wasted on you &lt;br /&gt;Just be here now &lt;br /&gt;against me &lt;br /&gt;You know the words, so sing along for me baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heaven's sake I know you're sorry &lt;br /&gt;But you won't stop crying &lt;br /&gt;This anniversary may never be the same &lt;br /&gt;Inside I hope you know I'm dying &lt;br /&gt;With my heart beside me &lt;br /&gt;In shattered pieces that may never be replaced &lt;br /&gt;And if I died right now you'd never be the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will always remember you as, you are right now to me &lt;br /&gt;And I will always remember you now, remember you now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side &lt;br /&gt;Sleep alone tonight &lt;br /&gt;How does he feel, how does he kiss &lt;br /&gt;(let's sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side) &lt;br /&gt;How does he taste while he's on your lips &lt;br /&gt;(let's sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side) &lt;br /&gt;How does he feel, how does he kiss &lt;br /&gt;(Repeats in background:let's sleep alone tonight with no one here just by your side) &lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you &lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you I want to &lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget you &lt;br /&gt;So when this is over don't blow your composure baby &lt;br /&gt;I can't forget you &lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you I want to &lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget you &lt;br /&gt;So when this is over don't blow your composure baby &lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive you &lt;br /&gt;I know you want me to want you I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever could see us not you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7358838654260761048?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7358838654260761048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7358838654260761048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-becomes-of-me-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-8535397350448430718</id><published>2009-08-24T22:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:21:34.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things are better now i guess. i still feel bad yeah. i'm sorry for everything ya? joy kumar(: u will always be my gayboy haha! joking. anyway. ya my mistakes and everything. i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. i'll pray from now on that everything will be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopehopehope HOPE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-8535397350448430718?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8535397350448430718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8535397350448430718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-1551256821627382550</id><published>2009-08-11T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:43:37.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything is done! or rather settled. bittersweet or not. happy or sad. i'm still keeping my promises F. always will. a lesson to learn from our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always remember, making u laugh, smile till your cheeks are sore, my lame jokes for you, tuition waiting, sending u home after studying and if u can remember the singapore flags thingy. kup money! sweet moments sad ones happy ones. it will never be forgotten. F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that things are a little lighter now. wahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lit up my cig and started thinking, what am i suppose to do now. should i work? kill myself? haha! no la jk. erm. well i guess work my only option what else can i do. idle at home? i'll probably die of boredom. damn damn. or maybe i should lose weight ah. haha! idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKFUCKFUCK! what am i suppose to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sillysillysillysillysilly you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-1551256821627382550?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1551256821627382550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1551256821627382550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-is-done-or-rather-settled.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3120182108994565899</id><published>2009-08-11T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:33:40.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah! damn it. i lost my precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sia. damn damn damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. D is lending a phone. thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F is probably laughing her ass off abt my phone.&lt;br /&gt;haha! that girl.  what to do. mark loser what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh! FMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMLFMFLFMFLFMFLFMLFMLFMLFMFLFMFLFMLFMFLFMFLFMFLFML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i wish i wish for a new phone for freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3120182108994565899?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3120182108994565899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3120182108994565899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/wah-damn-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2122013951076690656</id><published>2009-08-07T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:21:56.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>believe or believe it. idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karmakarma i guess. angel of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will it shine on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awaiting a new path in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i'm left is just to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upup and away! lame i know. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN! upup and away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2122013951076690656?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2122013951076690656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2122013951076690656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/believe-or-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7614004128132421828</id><published>2009-08-03T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T00:06:05.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; everything sucks like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;everything's like going one moment up one moment down. fucked up really.&lt;br /&gt;i sure hope some guardian angel can help. turn things around and make them look a little better. just a little will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lips of an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7614004128132421828?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7614004128132421828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7614004128132421828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/everything-sucks-like-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3971684937823337914</id><published>2009-07-25T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:57:18.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah. past few days been bad real bad. anyway its my fault too. everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling real guilty now. as always. i'm sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i got to control my temper from now on. don wanna hurt anyone close to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks. i know. stupid me. forgive me for what i have done. i'll learn from my past mistakes. i'm so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but life goes on i guess. time for me to pick up the pieces. time to make things right once again. time tells. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my last chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3971684937823337914?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3971684937823337914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3971684937823337914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-1216035716239909927</id><published>2009-07-23T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:12:16.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BORED! nothing to do at all. BOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBORED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBOREDBORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-1216035716239909927?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1216035716239909927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1216035716239909927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored-nothing-to-do-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7903287583992469535</id><published>2009-07-18T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T19:30:19.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! i'm just so fucking bored so ya. its about time i make this blog alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha! anyway just a short post. BORED! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7903287583992469535?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7903287583992469535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7903287583992469535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-im-just-so-fucking-bored-so-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3880591460728473962</id><published>2009-01-19T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:32:16.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi bye</title><content type='html'>i hid my mask under the table, then i put my hand under the table, i could feel the rough glittery surface, i almost jumped up cause i thought it was a rat! -.-" stupid false alarm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shan't be selfish since i've updated my blog and did my usual rounds of bloghopping, im so sad to see Mark's blog, dead unwanted abandoned neglected wtv snyonyms that fit in. he's too busy working, works 3/4 of his free time, leaving all the 1/4 to me or his friends and it's really not enough. Poor Mark, i pity him, Ramadan called him say 3-4 times but he's always working he can't pick up then leaves him to complain in my ear arguing it's not fair and all the little things which indirectly say he's just jealous that i talk more to ramadan. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's coming i miss angelo i miss howiemay! hahaha but no i dont eat pork so no reunion dinner but maybe late night movie marathon after i get my posting kay, like to celebrate like that lah my first choice or what. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot wait for wednesday to friday :) yayz i cannot wait i cannot wait! i miss netballerzx so much ah. :) :) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SXSNWwj8HQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WTyMPo0jUyE/s320/DSC07437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010884199456002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay (v) much luvs, me! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s i dont like bobblehead D. &lt;br /&gt;pps i think i exxcited alr. &lt;br /&gt;ppps eh mark can go clubbing alr ah, soon. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3880591460728473962?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3880591460728473962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3880591460728473962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-bye.html' title='hi bye'/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SXSNWwj8HQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WTyMPo0jUyE/s72-c/DSC07437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4110217862307503613</id><published>2008-12-13T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:09:58.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. my blog is not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. erm, happy 13months to me and dahlia haha.&lt;br /&gt;i know its a little late haha.&lt;br /&gt;but its what the thought that counts right?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. life is good and i think sister is getting along well with favourite.&lt;br /&gt;haha. good good. i think i will stop here for now till then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thought that counts(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4110217862307503613?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4110217862307503613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4110217862307503613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4927724092126406628</id><published>2008-12-08T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:56:12.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If life was fair, i would prolly be coping well with love huh. if you guessed it right, then well it might be what you think it is. but noo, it isn't that harsh, neither is it that lenient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, slamat hari raya kambeng to all muslims:) &lt;br /&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;happy 13(fucking) months to us anyway. woohoo. rrrrrright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im pretty sick and everything. gastric flu's not giving me any mercy what yet M. fuck, eh i think im blogging in the wrong blog. but fuck people should know how things are going on. and well, im telling you its fucking fuckety fuck not doing well enough for you to envy like how i envy some people. (angry) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care. see you when this guy comes back. ya. &lt;br /&gt;he'll take over from whenever eh. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4927724092126406628?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4927724092126406628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4927724092126406628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-life-was-fair-i-would-prolly-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5706722587051522212</id><published>2008-10-26T10:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T10:59:38.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a few down, a few left. i think i worked hard for where i am now so there isn't any point crying over spilt milk. a maths was fucking difficult and i knew i had t let that and pms reign over me almost killing, literally killing, my own boyfriend ended up having a? no, two spoilt calculators. i realised red bull makes me sleepy and it definitely gives me all the diabetes that i need in the world. amir drank idk how many so did issy and they were damn high before the paper, but unfortunately not me. ): and too much red bull, like what B said, gives you a bald spot. HAHAHA. so i can't wait to see them when im married and awfully have child bearing hips.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much bawangmerahbawang putih is also unhealthy, it creates a strong addiction to indonesia's soap opera that revolves around greed and death and greed and revenge sound effects and too much advertisement. HSM3 is greatxzxz. Baby wasn't exactly drooling on Hudgens and neither did I for Efron. hehe. i love you kay bxz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, i need to wake someone who is so fast asleep, i bet still in his uniform. :S hahahahaha. but nevermind, i make sure he scrub every joints on his body. kay i love you all, you tak tau lah macam mane i sayang semua. :S gross times infinity. bye lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/meOLzqtrqKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/meOLzqtrqKM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5706722587051522212?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5706722587051522212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5706722587051522212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-down-few-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5345965415689340748</id><published>2008-10-22T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T11:58:53.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HIIIIIIIIIIIII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here to blog.&lt;br /&gt;school is boring&lt;br /&gt;just finish my test&lt;br /&gt;exam is coming i'm worried.&lt;br /&gt;my grades are dropping like bomb from the sky&lt;br /&gt;i guess i got nothing more to say.&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog whenever i can&lt;br /&gt;see you guys(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5345965415689340748?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5345965415689340748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5345965415689340748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiiiiiiiiiiiii-here-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4123338866135457288</id><published>2008-10-14T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:59:27.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog is so dusty and a little blogging won't kill.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the holidays and school is starting again.&lt;br /&gt;at least i'll have fun with my classmates and bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting favourite(:&lt;br /&gt;yeah! i'll stop at here for now&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;see you all around cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takecare guys and girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARKMARKMARK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4123338866135457288?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4123338866135457288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4123338866135457288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-my-blog-is-so-dusty-and-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4508410932715221053</id><published>2008-09-04T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:04:02.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mark's working, full day somemore. ): I am bored to my near death, almost asphyxiating with this dry throat and this fragile lips, almost wanting to tear. It's almost close to 5 and I have yet to touch my pile of revision, though I know 3/4 of my prelims are a bad waste. I must make mummy proud or I'll get disown, no most likely to be I'll disown myself. I've been browsing and today's Beyonce's birthday. I find her damn hot. She's so voluptous, she gives me orgasm. eww, did i just sound super lesbian? They give testosterone filled boys orgasm anyway. :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NiWaexzxz, mArk cut HiiS hAiir lehxzxz. ii haf yet tuh c iit. ii oso tinkxzxx he look vewy cutexzx wif a cap on lehxxzxz, gort problemxzxz ish it? his head BiG orh schmallxzxz eu must be  jealous worxzxzxz tuh sae he look vewy ugliexzxz. eu must go ci his hair eu noexzxz, he sHoO hAwt, saliva canxzx dropxzxz (drool).  :D &lt;br /&gt;gosh, it's damn tiring to talk like that all the time. i need a survival guide in a cosmopolitan country, you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe. did you knooow, that shakespeare's cleopatra's other half is mark anthony! lol, cool uh? my mummy was like "yohxzx cleo when you coming back?" just cause i was with B. heheh. mummy's in the new era, coolioxzxz or what? Last thing, Happy Belated birthday, Mark's Mummmmy. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;laterxzxz, alligatorxzxz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SL-tYMloU7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/JyFvVUTWxzo/s320/croco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242099122490069938" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4508410932715221053?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4508410932715221053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4508410932715221053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/marks-working-full-day-somemore.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SL-tYMloU7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/JyFvVUTWxzo/s72-c/croco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6097956983168102898</id><published>2008-08-19T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:09:13.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYHEYHEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my blog been dead for so long, so i guess its time to update whenever i can?&lt;br /&gt;haha! favourite(: study hard like super super hard tau. must do well okay? ya. to all my blog is not dead. i guess? haha! so ya continue to tag me ya? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya. i guess everything is all right now except for the last few weeks. i'm glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6097956983168102898?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6097956983168102898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6097956983168102898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/heyheyhey-i-know-my-blog-been-dead-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3021270194243802125</id><published>2008-07-27T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:17:46.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nfg's playing over and over again, i'm upset they're coming this year and i can't see them live(!!) EVEN LP IS COMING LAAAAAAH  &gt;:@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next year's singfest ten thousand more fun than this year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby said, i should study.&lt;br /&gt;then to think again, i think i should and i should drag him along(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3021270194243802125?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3021270194243802125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3021270194243802125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/nfgs-playing-over-and-over-again-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3964124383728324563</id><published>2008-06-29T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:43:55.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging, but apparently I've lost my sense of belonging for 27 463 nanosecond, that's th reason why I resulted in M's blog. hehehe. Anyway, quick update, or not, well mark anthony has an injured knee, hopefully not permanent like mine. So much for mocking me huh huh huh. :B &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning's the finals, here's pictures of th obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SGdSFo8XP2I/AAAAAAAAADo/JphIIW5k-aI/s320/2c3422b47e2e42c69c96f40c98e38ef3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217228950175432546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SGdSFq49vqI/AAAAAAAAADg/30OK-rXRj8U/s320/spain.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217228950698049186" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fabregas:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SGdTxAxkhgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hv5zJjYs-7s/s320/spain3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217230794818618882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SGdTxK4y_NI/AAAAAAAAADw/1aM2KwHGzfE/s320/spain2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217230797533281490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see that I have "free" time to all this but I am working on something that I thought, bombarding my already disorientated brain with too much workload will only tire me out t continue with other school assignments. I'm treating this as if it's my own blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what's yours, is mine baby(: (: (: "&lt;br /&gt;-cameron diaz in what happened in vegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3964124383728324563?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3964124383728324563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3964124383728324563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-like-blogging-but-apparently-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SGdSFo8XP2I/AAAAAAAAADo/JphIIW5k-aI/s72-c/2c3422b47e2e42c69c96f40c98e38ef3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2762271631414448812</id><published>2008-06-18T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:27:12.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MODEM DOWN! haha! won't be so active till my modem is restored!&lt;br /&gt;you can still tag or comment me at friendster i'll reply heh!&lt;br /&gt;k takecare everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite is mine(: without a doubt i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2762271631414448812?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2762271631414448812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2762271631414448812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-modem-down-haha-wont-be-so-active.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-8387761890403349500</id><published>2008-06-12T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:43:59.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello there</title><content type='html'>It's been long, and yeah, there's an overwhelming tags, asking this poor little boy to update, not just tags, face to face also have, and yes, i'm clearly responsible for it being dusty. I am hungry): and I went bloghopping it's two blogs only lah that I got all this pictures. Apparently th ones with the borders and the adjustments of contrasts is from daniel. I'm sorry I stole it from your page and the others are from joy. I'm sorry too. See he may not be online, but he's still having fun. Sentosa, pool, jobscouting, soccer, me, town, practically everywhere lah huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCOAWcwMlI/AAAAAAAAACg/NN-NolGSugo/s320/DSC00576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210820905544987218" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCOAnCjjEI/AAAAAAAAACo/2lNo4jyeUGs/s320/DSC00576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210820909998509122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCOA4Ky_cI/AAAAAAAAACw/KhVsGbG4iHQ/s320/DSC00611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210820914596478402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCOA1Wt6HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/w-AqR0H971k/s320/Members_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210820913841170546" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCOBfeP-4I/AAAAAAAAADA/-ZLPBt3g0LM/s320/fh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210820925147052930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCMnLakVpI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CgSafVo3gaU/s320/DSC00528.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210819373574674066" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCMnzn0VJI/AAAAAAAAACA/RRpSN8lj57k/s320/DSC00565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210819384367666322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCMojk7OUI/AAAAAAAAACI/XHahP2GY4AY/s320/DSC00566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210819397240437058" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCMpHyJmqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/do3PidFLIow/s320/DSC00574.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210819406959581858" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCMp3dXvhI/AAAAAAAAACY/I5LrdEJiaR0/s320/DSC00575.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210819419757329938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCLOBhvLjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fR7HZPOwQtc/s320/Soccer%252Bteam_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210817841912032818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCLOj4KSnI/AAAAAAAAABY/J-bRpbE7jNo/s320/Yeeaah!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210817851132889714" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCLO5kFnJI/AAAAAAAAABg/_AzygIK139c/s320/FUCK!!!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210817856954277010" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCLPHgYK4I/AAAAAAAAABo/-4Q27XNCkNA/s320/29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210817860696812418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCLPl5IDlI/AAAAAAAAABw/BlgMaEuGlKc/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210817868853677650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCQiQEuv0I/AAAAAAAAADI/Use2LRc6e94/s320/26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210823686972424002" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCQizBuX-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/fkIMFQR_k1M/s320/31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210823696355057634" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCQjVlIR6I/AAAAAAAAADY/BmS3eSizwkg/s320/DSC08039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210823705630361506" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-8387761890403349500?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8387761890403349500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8387761890403349500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-there.html' title='hello there'/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SFCOAWcwMlI/AAAAAAAAACg/NN-NolGSugo/s72-c/DSC00576.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4945357640072252842</id><published>2008-06-01T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:04:14.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can i change stop and stare to david cook's song? ):  &lt;br /&gt;good luck for your exam tomorrow, ily. &lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4945357640072252842?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4945357640072252842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4945357640072252842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-i-change-stop-and-stare-to-david.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4298617958247082166</id><published>2008-05-20T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:26:59.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can see that my blog is getting dusty now haha! modem spoil la! damn! haha&lt;br /&gt;anyway dad will be getting a new one soon i hope i pray haha&lt;br /&gt;haha! ya just had a game of soccer with mr ramesh n mr samuel its always fun playing with them. i'm always looking forward to the next time haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all i guess. not forgetting favourite(: i love you, i miss you, i want you and i need you girl(:&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou tau! i'm sorry for everything. let's move on? pick up the pieces together ya? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day that i look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4298617958247082166?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4298617958247082166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4298617958247082166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-hi-there-can-see-that-my-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-1754885443276265705</id><published>2008-04-27T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:52:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE(XINFINITY) DAHLIA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world revolves around you baby(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-1754885443276265705?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1754885443276265705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1754885443276265705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-lovexinfinity-dahlia-my-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5331054641550910104</id><published>2008-04-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:43:59.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SBHo3VcwQTI/AAAAAAAAABI/yBVnz6X-Xac/s320/DSC07833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193187882683089202" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MARK ANTHONY PANG HOWE. SUPERHERO MOVIE IS NOT NICE, WASTE OUR $8.50. DAMN IRRITATING. IF WATCH MOVIES WERE A BIT CLEARER, I DON'T MIND SITTING DOWN ON THIS WOODEN CHAIR FOR 1 HOUR 20 MINS TO WATCH. I HAVE EXAMS THIS WEEK, BLOGGING IS A SIN, BUT I OWE FAVOURITE A FAVOUR. I FIND MARK'S URL DAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMNDAMN LONG. SO TIRING TO TYPE, THIS IS THE CONSEQUENCES OF NOT LINKING. HEHE. I AM NOT ON BLOGGER ANYMORE. I HAVE SHIFTED AND YOU &lt;strong&gt;MIGHT&lt;/strong&gt; FIND MY URL CAUSE SOMEONE OUT THERE LINKED ME.HAHAHAHHA. (pleasedontrevealyourself) i love mark anthony, have i already said that? oh ya i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I MENTION HOW PATHETIC I FEEL? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5331054641550910104?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5331054641550910104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5331054641550910104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-mark-anthony-pang-howe.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/SBHo3VcwQTI/AAAAAAAAABI/yBVnz6X-Xac/s72-c/DSC07833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-858295475069076851</id><published>2008-04-20T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:12:23.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dearest namie. if you can't forgive and forget. then what can i do. i can't let you ruin my happiness with dahlia kan? if everything is like that then we should just ignore each other to avoid conflict kan? i suck? yes i do. i made a terrible mistake but no one is perfect kan? and u should know that too. this problem cannot go on forever right namie. if in the end u still can't forgive me. then what to do? we will still have to ignore each other kan? k. nevertheless you're my friend truly takecare ya(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! as for today morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bestfriends(: and me played a game of soccer with mr ramesh n mr samuel at fico sports hub. damn funny. played for 2 hours. after the game fatin n zuhrah came. went to kenny cafe talk talk rest awhile then go home! haha! at around 1 me n joyah going to benn house play game haha! okay that's all for today! i'll blog whatever i'm free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mistakes that i have made, the mistakes that i'll learn from. i'm sorry my dearest and friends give me time and i will learn from my mistakes i'm sorry. and favourite its not your fault. don say sorry. okay iloveyou(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-858295475069076851?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/858295475069076851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/858295475069076851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/dearest-namie.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4171466364568818613</id><published>2008-04-12T17:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:11:18.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had fun yesterday haha! with favourite(: and bestfriends(:&lt;br /&gt;i have to say favourite(: got talent at bowling haha! heh! strike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! ):&lt;br /&gt;i miss favourite(:&lt;br /&gt;stoning and slacking at home! i can't go out! curses man flu ruin my day and i got a blocked nose now. i want ice cream(: heh! k i know sound like a small kid heh! k i'll stop at here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cranes and lights(: light up our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4171466364568818613?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4171466364568818613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4171466364568818613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-d-i-had-fun-yesterday-haha-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4824763047805300167</id><published>2008-04-08T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:25:21.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>08112007 - 08042008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 5 months to dahlia and me(: heh!&lt;br /&gt;though the last few days were horrible. we look forward to 8th where we can start anew(: baby oh favourite(: learn to forgive and to forget. something that i must really learn. emotions wise i must control it? i will. i'll do it for the better of us. i love you dahlia as we always called each other B! B! iloveyou. i always want to be your guardian angel, your motivation, your pillar of strength, your polar bear(: and lastly your boyfriend. dahlia i love you from jurong west to yew tee yeah! i love you like i never did before. all i want is you to be my last and true love. let happiness paint smiles on our faces, let quarrels be the key to understand each other more. let time be the flow of our relationship. and let our love be the guiding light for us. iloveyou. my words said it all. my heart show it all. and let my love speak for itself. iloveyou dahlia(: &lt;3 happy 5 months! together!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4824763047805300167?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4824763047805300167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4824763047805300167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/08112007-08042008-happy-5-months-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3359511810629562613</id><published>2008-04-06T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:55:57.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So maybe the last four days was heartwrenching. Time like that tests our patience and loyalty. I guess it really is part and parcel of life. I met favourite today and it was a bit weird to face him and speak to him, but I realised the boy that I spend my afternoon with was the boy that tried to understand and be there for me throughout. I'm sorry, I really am. To forgive and to forget, people tend to forgive, but will never forget, whilst, people tend to forget, never to forgive. But if we can be extraordinary, with time by our side, we could prolly get over this; together. I'm glad the sun's coming out to paint smiles on our faces, cause hey we can't forget what happened 5 months ago eh? "Brother! How can watch tv when you still online?" (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 months coming(yeepdedoo!) and weeeee you're going t cut your hair (BEAMS). i love you, really truly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3359511810629562613?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3359511810629562613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3359511810629562613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-maybe-last-four-days-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3041792659740791679</id><published>2008-03-27T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:50:33.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my blog looks like it has a mixture of happiness n sadness. nostalgic?&lt;br /&gt;haha! life is so unpredictable. full of ups and downs. high and lows. time and time again. is it all worth it in the end? heh! i'm just bored(: i just nothing better to do! heh! i'll stop at here for now! see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite(: iloveyou(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3041792659740791679?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3041792659740791679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3041792659740791679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-d-i-know-my-blog-looks-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6979042235063783996</id><published>2008-03-23T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:11:47.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do i longed for? :D heh! can anyone answer that!&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6979042235063783996?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6979042235063783996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6979042235063783996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-do-i-longed-for-d-heh-can-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6021587513448946904</id><published>2008-03-22T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:44:31.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>leaving things the way it is from now on. you and me are of a different world. thanks to all of my bestfriends for understanding. the six of us haha! thanks guys! heh! can't wait for monday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling inferior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6021587513448946904?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6021587513448946904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6021587513448946904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/leaving-things-way-it-is-from-now-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4644591040243188429</id><published>2008-03-15T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T01:24:47.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ONE WORD! HAPPY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140308, heh!&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i would like to thank each and everyone of them of attented my birthday celebration. one that i'll never forget, one that i'll remember for life and one that i will only have in this lifetime. so from the bottom of my heart i would like to thank all of you truly(: thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu :D thanks for the cake so cute la. and thanks for all of the memories u all can give me yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite(:&lt;br /&gt;i love love love love the cupcakes you bake for me. your hands must be sore after doing it for the whole night! baby! thank you it is really something that no one can do but you. i love it, baby really thank you girl(: life is the best with you. life is so much fun! and life is so much happier when i'm with you. i cannot imagine life without you. mati la! so baby! thank you once again! i love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu favourite(: certain things can never be replaced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories(: some things are best not forgotten(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4644591040243188429?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4644591040243188429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4644591040243188429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-word-happy-140308-heh-firstly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-3512588372591352500</id><published>2008-03-13T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:58:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more hour! haha! i can't wait! yeah! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has a dream(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-3512588372591352500?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3512588372591352500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/3512588372591352500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-one-more-hour-haha-i-cant-wait-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7553957941388393595</id><published>2008-03-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T23:09:06.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days! :D i love you favourite(: no doubt about that. i have always make you mad with stuffs i do or say sigh! mark ah mark can't you be nicer? sigh okay! my birthday is in 2days time i can't wait. with favourite(: and bestfriends yeah(: i can't wait heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has a dream(: pssst pssst i love you favourite(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7553957941388393595?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7553957941388393595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7553957941388393595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/heh-2-more-days-d-i-love-you-favourite.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-1347614914814262958</id><published>2008-03-09T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:04:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi there(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was 4 months with favourite, got her this elmo balloon and 122 straw hearts as yesterday was the 122 days with her ya. a big thanks to daniel n joyy of accompanied me yesterday thanks alot! kay happy belated 4 months(: i hope we can go all way. yeah! i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has a dream(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-1347614914814262958?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1347614914814262958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1347614914814262958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/hi-there-yesterday-was-4-months-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2501886647248484214</id><published>2008-03-07T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T18:21:21.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! heh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been MIA for awhile haha! yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess favourite(: must be having the SL camp thingy haha! must must takecare ya? especially your throat ya? heh! have fun too during your camp ya? heh! i can't wait for 2moro 8th! which means its our 4th month together(: something which i did not expect to happen but it did. therefore treasuring favourite is a must and its always a must. though i can't be with you tonight, you know my heart is by with you inside. iloveyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has a dream(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2501886647248484214?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2501886647248484214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2501886647248484214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-heh-been-mia-for-awhile-haha-yeah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-8782228669942359002</id><published>2008-03-02T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:14:18.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I've resubmitted the blogskin with t.l.c, muahaha. poooor boy has some internet glitches and so can't be able to go online. I'm not quite sure what his reaction will be but I must say Torres and his significant aeroplane pose is uber adorable, even mark becomes gay looking at it. We actually stood 10 seconds in front of the big sony tv for it to appear. tsktsk. kay hello world, let's countdown shall we? hmm 12 more days till he's sweeeeeet seventeen. a year more t go till he can take his driver's licence(: and yaaaaaaay, we don't have t spend money on taxi fare. :D  XOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-8782228669942359002?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8782228669942359002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8782228669942359002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-ive-resubmitted-blogskin-with-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4319165642381318931</id><published>2008-02-25T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:05:47.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mark has a dream(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh! i miss girlfriend(: sigh! but absence makes the heart grow fonder kan?&lt;br /&gt;haha! anyway gonna meet girlfriend if i finish class earlier 2moro?&lt;br /&gt;eh. ya. i'm reallyreally sorry about sat thingy yupp i'm still guilty okay?&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend(: mark ah mark must learn to control your emotions ya?&lt;br /&gt;heh! okay gonna stop at here! nothing else to say. oh ya. girlfriend(: gooddddd luckkkk for 2moro amaths test ya? all the best! must pass ah! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark has a dream(: and that dream is her(: iloveyou(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4319165642381318931?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4319165642381318931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4319165642381318931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/mark-has-dream-heh-i-miss-girlfriend.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-4601750483241206963</id><published>2008-02-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T21:49:42.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>byyyyy, i don't know what t blog about): okay, hello people, mark's fine ty. he's been MIA for quite some time, but still, he's alive tau. i am watching juno, but I had t put it on pause t help b blog. yes, you can say that again, he is a lazybum. but i still love him banyakbanyak, dari barat ke timur (from east t west). i forgot what's north and what's south, er, utara dan selatan? IS IT? OMG OKAY. MACAM FAHAM ONLY. muahaha. :B &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye, mark is ngantok. dahlia is also ngantok.&lt;br /&gt;so goodnight, though it's only 12 minutes t 12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-4601750483241206963?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4601750483241206963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/4601750483241206963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/byyyyy-i-dont-know-what-t-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-2725961799872373338</id><published>2008-02-15T21:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T21:44:42.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th days! haha! heh! i love you baby! stay happy! yeah! favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loveloveloveloveloveloveloveloveyouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-2725961799872373338?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2725961799872373338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/2725961799872373338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/100th-days-haha-heh-i-love-you-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6813868839237931320</id><published>2008-02-14T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:58:00.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>valentine day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! anyway! i love you favourite(: always do! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the gundam you gave me! yeah! so sweet! nice la! yeah! i loveyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6813868839237931320?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6813868839237931320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6813868839237931320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentine-day-haha-anyway-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-6958752824322018969</id><published>2008-02-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:48:02.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO! favourite! no need to say sorry la okay? haha! i love the blog more than you la haha! JOKING! (: yeah! i don't know what to update la! just random! haha! valentine day in 2 days time? haha! k shall stop at here! i love favourite(: :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-6958752824322018969?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6958752824322018969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/6958752824322018969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-favourite-no-need-to-say-sorry-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-7931325890133408596</id><published>2008-02-11T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:44:29.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SORRY (X INFINITY) FOR SCREWING YOUR BLOG TIME AND AGAIN. I REALISED I MY LAPTOP HAS NO ADOBE TO EDIT YOUR BLOG. AND NOW IT'S SO DAMN GREEEEN LIKE AN ALIEN. AND I LOST QUITE A FEW LINKS, WAIT, ALL THE LINKS FROM YOUR PREVIOUS BLOG, I PRACTICALLY HAD TO BLOGHOP TO SEE IF THEY LINKED YOU AND I FOUND A PINCH OF THEM ONLY): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU BLOODY NINCOMPOOPS DONT LAUGH, IT'S MY FRUITFUL MORNING HARDWORK OKAAAAAY. I STINK WORST THAN THE RUBBISH STENCH. BYYYYYY, I'M SORRY OKAY):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-7931325890133408596?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7931325890133408596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/7931325890133408596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-sorry-x-infinity-for-screwing-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-8325066273134561367</id><published>2008-02-09T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:43:59.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/R63GSdWYMfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_f_BIFxlK_w/s1600-h/bi%26himbo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/R63GSdWYMfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_f_BIFxlK_w/s320/bi%26himbo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165002368082260466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo/himbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi there! anyway happy belated 3rd month to favourite and me? haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-8325066273134561367?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8325066273134561367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/8325066273134561367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/bimbohimbo-hi-there-anyway-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/R63GSdWYMfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_f_BIFxlK_w/s72-c/bi%26himbo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-1201680344160499738</id><published>2008-02-07T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:31:21.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay you promised t take me t paris(: tomorrow shall be our 93 days which is th 3rd month. dear has t go visiting, he doesn't want me t follow cause he says i am a malay. nevermind, malay going chalet uhhhhhhh. ): i miss you lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-1201680344160499738?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1201680344160499738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/1201680344160499738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay-you-promised-t-take-me-t-paris.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28206188.post-5101921035969120165</id><published>2008-02-03T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:59:28.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mark is a himbo(: Bye I only have two minutes or this thing will shut off itself. I love you. :D bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28206188-5101921035969120165?l=just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5101921035969120165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28206188/posts/default/5101921035969120165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://just-my-day-my-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/mark-is-himbo-bye-i-only-have-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark Anthony</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15344370793389095831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IfwaJi2RNaA/S0S8_RhZ9DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tztL1yWk8iw/S220/CHALET+088-pola.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
