<?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-36330081</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:20:08.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The uncommercialised blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116532604646614947</id><published>2006-12-05T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:40:46.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im going to update this self redundant blog of mine, and oh yes.. my life is so damn boring, cant deny. ohwells, i tried taking things slowly now. i try to forget avrything tt happen. basically evryting. yea, yea. aku asek ckp gitu je, tp nnt da lame2 same jgk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh aku mendak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116532604646614947?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116532604646614947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116532604646614947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116532604646614947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116532604646614947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-going-to-update-this-self-redundant.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116507464594154708</id><published>2006-12-02T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:50:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=206868&amp;cdate=20061202&amp;amp;ctime=070502" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/206868/20061202/070502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aku marah, aku geram. UGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;btw, the smiles are fake; just for the sake of taking pics. =,="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116507464594154708?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116507464594154708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116507464594154708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116507464594154708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116507464594154708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/aku-marah-aku-geram.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116496313827738680</id><published>2006-12-01T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:02:51.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;smlm go tp. haha. went in thru the second gate. yea, i laughed a lot. ugh. my stomach pain siah laugh alot. like one mad lady laughing like noone's businees. haha. and thanks ah phat for the meal. yea, thanks loads.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;can someone who is associated to hannan tell him this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HANNAN, KAU KAU DA ADE MOTOR KAU PEY KEREK MENJADI2 EY. FCUK YOU AH! I DONT GV A DAMN. KAU JGN SMP SATU HARI CKP DGN AKU YG KAU ANGGAP AKU DA MATI SUAH. SERIOUSLY I DONT HATE YOU. BUT I HATE THE WAY YOU BEHAVES! JUST LIKE THE MATS2 OUT THERE. YOURE NOT DIFFERNT FROM THEM. HAHA. SMP SKRG AKU MMG TKDE HATI AN KAU. THE FEELING JUST DIED OKAY! AKU TK PRNA SUKE KAU. KAU MMG ONE FCUKING ASSHOLE. AKU BENCI KAU PEY PRANGAI YG MENYUNDAL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND I REALLY DONT GV A DAMN TO YOU WHO LIKES BRINGING ME DOWN. AS LONG AS IM HAPPY, YOU HATERS JUST DONT EXIST TO ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116496313827738680?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116496313827738680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116496313827738680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116496313827738680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116496313827738680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/smlm-go-tp.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116477469217706595</id><published>2006-11-29T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:31:32.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>take a peep at my raya pic with my primary schoolmates. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yakyak-.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yana Lee" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y110/beachbabegm/47b6cf36b3127cce8e8c690412320000001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1,2,3,4,5,6!! 7th took the pic lahs. haha&lt;br /&gt;btw, i look so tan =,="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this bunch of girls. we can talk about evrything under the sun! i love them loads &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116477469217706595?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116477469217706595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116477469217706595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116477469217706595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116477469217706595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/take-peep-at-my-raya-pic-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116465756479281352</id><published>2006-11-28T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T03:59:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you know how much it hurts to be missing you..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay thats so random. currently im wide awake like nobody business, because i think too much. yes i think too much. wayy too muchh =,="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, im going thru a hell of the time right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116465756479281352?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116465756479281352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116465756479281352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116465756479281352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116465756479281352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-know-how-much-it-hurts-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116463553465270209</id><published>2006-11-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:54:08.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i had dress up my blog here, i cant resist on writing an entry here. haha, what ppl call them.. -jakun! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, how is it? okay? haha. okaay and ive also change my 1st blog's layout too. huahuahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently im feeling much better. after expressing my thots and feelings to this someone. haha, you know who you are :) winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's been hectic, i repeat, HECTIC! chaotic! bimbotic! haha.. oh whatever.. nyehhehhhehhheh. okaylah my dearest blog readers... tootaalaahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate people who take their time going here and read my absolutely merepekness entries. thanks alot. i really (x100000000000000000000) appreciate you guys.. should i mention names? hehe... iyliee... chipp... yana... MUACKS! one wet big kiss for ya all!! hehehheheeh ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116463553465270209?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116463553465270209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116463553465270209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116463553465270209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116463553465270209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/since-i-had-dress-up-my-blog-here-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116445588308730553</id><published>2006-11-25T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:58:03.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEMBUIH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AKU RASE NARI HARI YG PLG AKU GERAM GILE BABI SAK. JGN TNYE KNAPE. PUKIMAK LAKHANAT. CIBAI CIBAI CIBAI CIBAI! SAPE TKNK BACE DIPERSILAKAN TEKAN BUTANG "X". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK YOU AH! I DONT GIVE A FUCKING DAMN TO YA. CIBAI! AKU BENCI SIAK HIDUP. CAN ANYONE PLS SHOOT ME? PLS.. PLS.. PLSSSSS!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DONT LIVE TO ENTERTAIN PEOPLE WHEN I MYSELF IS NOT ENTERTAINED. I DONT LIVE TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP, COS I KNOW I SUCK IN CHOOSING A PERFECT GUY FOR ME. I DONT LIVE TO WITH SHITS ALL AROUND ME, COS I MYSELF AM A SHIT! APE YG AKU MEREPEK!! BABI BABI BABI BABI BABI BABI BABI BABI BABI BABI BABI BABBIIII!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LAKHANAT JAHANAM AH BABI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;FUCK!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116445588308730553?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116445588308730553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116445588308730553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116445588308730553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116445588308730553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/pembuih.html' title='PEMBUIH'/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116426872304754239</id><published>2006-11-23T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T16:07:20.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:rage italic let;font-size:42;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't underestimate the power of love..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116426872304754239?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116426872304754239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116426872304754239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116426872304754239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116426872304754239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-underestimate-power-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116408951735589363</id><published>2006-11-21T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T14:11:57.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>few days back, wind commz was mad at me cos i didnt reply his messages. i was like, "ah hello? youre not even my scandal, why are you mad at me for not messaging you?" but of cos i dint said that to him but instead i asked him whom am i to him. and he replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u r mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sounded so selfish and i was feeling kinda lost. and i texted him back saying "what do you mean?" and he replied..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"u r my baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so speechless. he's so selfish, thats the phrase that keep on circling thru my mind. i mean how could he be so SELFISH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you studied literature, i know you would be able to understand me. enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116408951735589363?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116408951735589363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116408951735589363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116408951735589363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116408951735589363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/few-days-back-wind-commz-was-mad-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116402843316555243</id><published>2006-11-20T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T21:18:43.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so you think you know me well enough? HAHA, be glad you dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, if i were to compile my past and make them into a book, there'll be no ending i tell ya. like seriously, no joke! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan aku jahat sangat, cume semua orang pandang aku pey kejahatan. so dorang start lah nak mengata aku. aku buat baik sikit takda orang pun yang nak kecoh-kecoh kan. ni lah adat manusia. jangan cakap orang lain, aku pon dua kali lima, but trust me, im trying to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish. adek beradek aku sudah tau, mulut besar aku yang bilang. kirekan nak bersecret lah. tapi rest assured you guys wont know unless youve read my private blog which i doubt that youve done so. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni lah lumrah hidup, mesti bermasalah. jangan cakap aku, kau pikir paris hilton tu yang kaya nak mampos takde problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit, my life isnt perfect like what ive plan. ni semua sudah tercatat kat atas. takdir katekan.. well, just have to learn how to accept it. everything happens must have its reasons. right guys? you just have to learn to say NO and YES at an appropriate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell, aku baru 15, tapi pada aku, aku telah menjalani hidup yang mungkin budak umur 16 17 belum tentu sudah lalui. sepanjang perjalanan aku, aku telah banyak mempelajari banyak hal. and im willing to change. with all the mistakes ive done, i felt that ive done a lot of sins. but trust me, do u think that i dont feel any regrets? yes, regrets makes someone a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay no point i blabbering like a mad woman when no one is going to read this nonsensical entry of mine, so.. toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116402843316555243?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116402843316555243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116402843316555243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116402843316555243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116402843316555243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-you-think-you-know-me-well-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116375130164881651</id><published>2006-11-17T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:20:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. today, let just say another boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically whats dfferent between my private blog and my second blog is that, my second blog is where i wanna people to hear my shouts, my thoughts. my private blog meanwhile are too bitchy, open &amp;amp; specific. so therefore i put password in that blog so that noone could be hurt and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw,i miss my old gf,ellisa.. mirah.. nak katekan pat aku pri 6 kite kamcing maut nye. buat jahat same2, isp rkk kene tngkp same2. haha.. those times.. dah lame tak nmpk drg mcm rindu gile babi sak. sume dah berubah. ellisa maseh skola kt bedok nye neighborhood sch, everything change lah i must say. mirah on the other hand, dah tk skolah, keje.. aku?bdk yg terbaik ah dlm kite 3. dulu, kite slalu kuar tk tentu arah.. ketawe mcm dunia ni kite yg punye. esp mirah, kalau buat klaka no 1. kite cliq ah snang kate. ingat siak aku kalau kuar an mirah mesti ketawe smp sakit perut ah. tp mulut die ade skit laser, straigh foward pey bbl. tp aku tk kesah, aku tk ambil hati. muke die pon tk mcm umor 15. muke skrg dah kakak2. huahuahuahua, dh jd minah2 club. lol! ape nk jd mirah.. hahaha! tkpe lah die skrg pon dh ade mataer, mataer die dah bley jage dier.&lt;br /&gt;oh ak ah.. dulu kite pon ade gado jgk.. tpi cpt baik.. tk mcm skrg.. gado an kwn aku dah mcm world war 2. ahahhah. sume taknk mengalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smlm aku msg2 dgn mirah, aku tersenyum2 sndri siak. hahaha, kekek pey org. gerek uh nk katekn. dah msg2 mcm rindu pulak mase time dulu2 kuar same2 mcm siak ah, kecoh. 3 org dah mcm satu stadium siak. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, meeting them next week. mirah blanje mkn, dah dpt gaji mah.. hahaah.. tak sbr plak rasenye nk jmp drg. aku nk peluk2 cium2. siak je, dah mcm pmpn ape. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nk tgk muke mirah.. ni die skrg.. dah berubah.. heheehe.. alamak.. nmpk nye aku tkbleh curi gmbr die kat friendster. lain hari je aku tunjuk. hahaahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116375130164881651?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116375130164881651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116375130164881651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116375130164881651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116375130164881651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116359799341073375</id><published>2006-11-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:07:34.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU'RE A BITCH! yes you! stop being on her side cos we ALL know that shes a BITCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116359799341073375?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116359799341073375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116359799341073375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116359799341073375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116359799341073375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/youre-bitch-yes-you-stop-being-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116359105829196285</id><published>2006-11-15T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:44:18.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick im sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lost uh. i got no friend whom i can talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home i do my own work. no life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116359105829196285?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116359105829196285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116359105829196285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116359105829196285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116359105829196285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sick-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116350140250160790</id><published>2006-11-14T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:50:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did i tell you that i hate periods? stomach cramps, urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE OLD EVERYONE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116350140250160790?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116350140250160790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116350140250160790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116350140250160790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116350140250160790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/did-i-tell-you-that-i-hate-periods.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116349669541472484</id><published>2006-11-14T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T17:31:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKU MENDAK.. TOLONG!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116349669541472484?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116349669541472484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116349669541472484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116349669541472484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116349669541472484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/aku-mendak.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116339213396467891</id><published>2006-11-13T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:28:53.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mom said sorry after i tegur-ed her. haha, adults need to be tegur than they realised that sometimes people do make mistakes, tak kira adults or teenagers or kids. serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to sleep late and wake up early, why huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah, i very lazy to go on and on, yakking about nonsensical stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116339213396467891?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116339213396467891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116339213396467891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116339213396467891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116339213396467891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/mom-said-sorry-after-i-tegur-ed-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116322054382887933</id><published>2006-11-11T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:49:03.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom have yet to say sorry. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adults are egoistic. totally egoistic. they only know that they were angry. they only know about their feelings, how about their kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- accused them anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejahat aku, takmo uh sampai nak tuduh-tuduh sembarangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my wind commz just topped up his card, oh boy im glad.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116322054382887933?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116315076554904259</id><published>2006-11-10T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:27:40.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuti: i bought my clothes at bugis the village there. i went round, and round. dont really know wheres the specific place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aini: laser treatment go hospital, much more cheaper. thats what my friend told me. the laser treatment i went through was about 300bucks per treatment. hospital much more cheaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=138271&amp;cdate=20061110&amp;cimg=0 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/138271/20061110/s_011242.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=138271&amp;cdate=20061110&amp;cimg=1 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href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=138271&amp;cdate=20061110&amp;cimg=6 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/138271/20061110/s_011248.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=138271&amp;cdate=20061110&amp;cimg=7 target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/138271/20061110/s_011249.jpg border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116315076554904259?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116315076554904259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116315076554904259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bucking up in my studies so ive got no time to doll myself up like other girls. i hardly go shopping this year so you wont see me in my new outfits. now, ive got the money, why cant i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im glad raya saves my day. like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, i feel so angry suddenly, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks yana for hearing me out, those blabberings.. hah!&lt;br /&gt;and iyliee, stay focus on your game, dont think about me too much aites.. hahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116305895946705324?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116305895946705324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116305895946705324' title='0 Comments'/><link 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seriously, aku dah lame sabar dengan perangai kau yang macam SIAL. aku sabar je tau, jangan nak pijak kepala aku okay? poooft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me youre plain jealous of me? haha! and i dont know that you keep track of me. am i that important to you? &lt;em&gt;laugh myself to sleep*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got nothing to blabber about today. im simply in a NO NO mood to tell grandmother's stories. about the money stealer thingy, i want my &lt;em&gt;MOM&lt;/em&gt; to say sorry to me. cos it hurts me inside out until i have to cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hannan, if you're serious on getting back to me, prove it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116304129920882682?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116303834047107901</id><published>2006-11-09T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T10:12:20.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my sister found her money. that monster didnt even say sorry to me and she hasnt got the cheek to look at me! i cried my myself to sleep. HOW COULD MY &lt;em&gt;MOM&lt;/em&gt; DO THIS TO ME??? the one whom i love dearly accused me of stealing my own sister's money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, lets move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hp screen spoilt. half of it is white while half of it shows my face. i thinks its because yesterday i called hannan while i was crying. and the tears went in throught the hearing holes. and TAADAA.. there goes my scree - SPOILT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in a mood at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116303834047107901?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116303834047107901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116303834047107901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116303834047107901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116303834047107901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-sister-found-her-money.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116297256401934681</id><published>2006-11-08T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:56:04.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god, why cant i keep my finger nails long? &lt;strong&gt;because&lt;/strong&gt; i tend to scratch myself with that bloody long nails. now, ive got three scratches all over my body. very unsightly! urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, my sister whose money got stolen by i dont know who's friends came over to raya. adek aku mentang-mentang dah secondary banyak siah kawan dier ajak datang! haha! and maybe my aunt coming over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haish.. im so Bored, with the capital "B". nak keluar tapi malas nak salin. then, nak lepak malas nak turun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*BIG SIGH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116297256401934681?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116297256401934681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116297256401934681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116297256401934681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116297256401934681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/god-why-cant-i-keep-my-finger-nails.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116296571189119700</id><published>2006-11-08T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:01:51.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>early in the morning someone made me cried. she is one of my family member whom i love most. get the hint? okay, she accused me of stealing my sister's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: kalau aku fitnah pon antara aku dengan tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh really? ni antara kau dengan aku bukan dengan tuhan. kalau aku tak maafkan kau, kau fikir kau tak dosa? its not that i wanna bad mouthed her but god damn it! she is someone whom i love so much siah. how could she did this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh ak uh lah.. orang tu sikit dosa. tak cukup dosa uh.. terlalu banyak pahala sampai cakap org mcm gitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, tell me how you feel when someone you love so much accused you of something that you didnt do. i mean shes not the first one to accused me. my ex ever accused me of selling his phone to get the money. my father ever accused me of stealing his $$. i never had any theft record but why siah? my face looks like a thief? mind you language bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her: patut lah hari tu korang pergi shopping, dah ade duit curi sebab tu banyak duit. kalau ikot kan duit collection dorang aje tk cukup. harap-harap baju yang korang pakai gatal-gatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can she be so MEAN? god! i swear i used my own COLLECTION MONEY to buy my stuff. SERIOUSLY. i dont lie. i really dont! i hope she would one day realised that she's in the wrong. not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said. let move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the top was a little big so i decided to alter the top all by myself. without the help of that MEAN MONSTER. i read the sewing machine instruction booklet and i remembered when home econs, my teacher ever taught me how to sew. so i roughly know how to use the sewing machine. but i thought after i sewed the top, it feels a little tight but fits me prefectly. so, im halfly satisfied with my work. huahuahua. yana so SMART, as quote by iyliee! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116296571189119700?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116296571189119700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116296571189119700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116296571189119700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116296571189119700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/early-in-morning-someone-made-me-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116292649360334956</id><published>2006-11-08T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T03:08:13.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant sleep. the clock is ticking and its shows 10 minutes to 3am. my tummy is grumbling. how i wish someone could accompany me. i mean my sisters. they are sound asleep right now. urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are half closed. but im yet to be sleepy. geram NYER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaylah i shall crap about just now - the shopping @ bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my overly matured yet pretty sister (yes yana.. she looks like my elder sister! bleargh!) acccompany me to shop for my stuff. after two three minutes of consideration, she also want to shopping for her stuffs. went out about 2-3pm. we took 12 to bugis which is 1hr journey, for god sake! my sis lah, always want to waste me precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached there. first stop was at accesoriez. my friend works there so i thought of looking for her but to no avail. maybe she's not working anymore. wanted to buy the black shawl but err.. didnt i tell you its expensive and not worth it? then, i saw this nice top. the length however is a little longer but its so nice. it came with a stretchable belt. and it is very affordable! then i came acrosa this shop selling tees and blouse. everything so nice! how i wished i own that shop! sister bought a shirt and i bought a blouse. huahuahua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had puffs behind the alley. and decided to go back home. as we thought it was darn early, my sister texted her friend whether he wanna meet or not. so yeah we met. i insised on taking the MRT home but my sister being the bigger in size and stubborn, insisted on taking the bus. luckily it was not that crowded because it is WEEKDAYS. hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so memorable lah going out with my kecohrable yet pain in the ass sister! haha! too bad faanaa ketinggalan, so much of saving money! haha! MONEY SHOULD BE SPENT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116292649360334956?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116292649360334956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116292649360334956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116292649360334956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116292649360334956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116290685064892381</id><published>2006-11-07T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:43:37.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/day.php?userid=138271&amp;cdate=20061107&amp;amp;ctime=195428" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="212" src="http://www.dropshots.com/photos/138271/20061107/195428.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manage to find two very nice top at a very reasonable price. found a shawl but with gold linings which is not much of my liking. bought a pair of shades. by the way, I LOVE FRIENDLY SALESGIRLS and not the grumpy ones. everything at bugis. actually i found a black nice shawl but it cost $55.90. not worth it seh. and with that money i could buy two tops, shades &amp; a shawl which i had bought earlier on. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, luckily my younger sister is not like the cerewet kinda person. what she likes she buy, no need to survey-survey. so senang aku jalan-jalan. kan? but im totally the opposite. i have to try on the top to see whether it fits me perfectly or not cos i have a very petite body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did our shopping for like 2 hours and when home staright. not exactly straight home but we met my sister's friend for awhile. at 8pm kite dah bergerak cos tak sabar nak try on our new tops. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy the trip just now with my beloved kecohrable sister of mine! we laughed non stop throughout the journey home which took 1 hr cos we took the bus no 12 to tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tooda lah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures at &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/yanalee"&gt;http://www.dropshots.com/yanalee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116290685064892381?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116290685064892381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116290685064892381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116290685064892381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116290685064892381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/manage-to-find-two-very-nice-top-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116287409025280050</id><published>2006-11-07T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:46:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i smell GREAT. yalah, just finish bathing hokay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since iyliee is schooling today, i plan to go to bugis with miirah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, wonder why im so bored now. like SOO bored. sister watching bujang senang in the living room. and just now i gobbled the chocolate frosted cornflakes. yummeh! and yesterday, helped momma with the cornflakes by pouring the chocolates into the mini cups. YUMS! and i did some apple coated with chocolate with my mom leftover chocolates. put them in the fridge and VOILA! the chocolate hardens and my apple taste absolutely good with the chocs. should have done them with banana, just like the one i ate at esplanade. so YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmms, today mission is to get my SHAWL. so if i were to go out with my spaghetti straps, i have the shawl to cover up my tattoo, which is very unsightly. my tattoo's lines are distorted due to the laser treatment which i had months ago. BUT theres still inks and it is VISIBLE. i mean, i only went through first treatment so the babydevil's line are still visible.. it was HELL ya know. i wish im not gatal to do tattoo. cos kalau pakai kebaya yang translucent then can see my tattoo. kan tak manis hari raya nampakkan tattoo.. BETOL NGAK? huahuahua! but i wish i wont have to go to the laser treatment cos it hurts SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, peeps.. enjoy your day. muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116287409025280050?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116287409025280050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116287409025280050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116287409025280050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116287409025280050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-smell-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116286493848856628</id><published>2006-11-07T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T10:02:18.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. im okay now. so much of hatred gone down the toilet bowl. which means.. im no longer angry anymore! but a little bits of anger wont kill right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, thanks iyliee, yana &amp; faanaa for coming down here to tag. well, it seems that only three of you come here for the pleasure of reading my err.. nonsensical entries. thanks alot! i love ya all. serious ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im here planning what im gonna buy with my leftover $$$$ money. actualy i wanna buy shawl and shades. ive been wanting those for like ages! my ex once told me, when i have the money.. i dont know how to save them instead i used them to buy LOTSA foods and buy cigarettes which is like WASTE OF MONEY. dont you think so??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a BIG EATER but i never get fat!! CRY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, whenever i eat a lot, i tend to go to the toilet. -buang air BESAR. its like seriously, thats why i dont get fat! everything i ate all gone down the toilet. AKU NAK GEMUK, asap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ade ke patot, kawan aku tanye aku "kau ni prematured baby eh?" EH EH, MAK AKU BERANAK KAN AKU CUKUP SEMPURNA taus! anyone having a OPEN HOUSE sempena hari raya ni??? INVITE ME PLEASEEE... i wanna eat, eat AND EAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah lah BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116286493848856628?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116286493848856628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116286493848856628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116286493848856628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116286493848856628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116273232977869586</id><published>2006-11-05T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:12:09.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously im not in a mood siak. i just hold back my tears sial when they said all those things. its my mistake when i drop to NA. but im not "slow" or stupid. it is my fault for not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what i did when exams are nearing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i stay out late at night with friends.&lt;br /&gt;- i dont even touch my book, cos my books are all in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try fucking hard to find me studying late at nights. and i always do my so called revision half an hour before exams start. ive been doing those for the past two years. so what do you expect me to get in my report book? FAILED. yeah thats right!! COS I DONT EVEN BOTHER WITH MY EXAMS. and i dont even shed a tear when teacher told me that im going NA in 2006. cos im simply stubborn. and the worst part is, my parents dont even bother! they dont even ask me to study. NEVER i tell you. and when i was sec one, i skipped school like err... uncountable days! sec two, i draw my eyeliner on my eyes when teacher was teaching. i sharped my eyeliner in class and constantly asking my friends for sharpener to sharp my blunt eyeliner. i was so vain! in class, when teacher was teaching, i put a mirror that can stand in front of my desk and teacher ever confiscated my mirror for that. im more into er... "beauty" at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PLEASE TELL ME THAT IM NOT SLOW AND STUPID!&lt;br /&gt;im just clever but LAZY. please tell me that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or else im gonna hate you for all my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry im just fucking MAD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116273232977869586?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116273232977869586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116273232977869586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116273232977869586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116273232977869586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/seriously-im-not-in-mood-siak.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116273137340830148</id><published>2006-11-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:58:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>iyliee, im not JUST 15 but im 15 with lots of experiences. and rest assured, studies wont be affected cos i know how to juggle my relationships and studies. in the midst of my mid year exam this year, syawwal broke up with me BUT i still got 2nd in class and in the level. it proved me that im am excellence in juggling my outside stuffs and my school stuffs. dont worry. anyway its school holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i hate when the family at my father's side. they FUCKINGLY look down on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt: all the makciks here got "o" level cert at least.&lt;br /&gt;me: *yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;aunt: liyana, hows ur studies?&lt;br /&gt;me: oh, so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;aunt: &lt;em&gt;look at my 15 year old cousin(girl).&lt;/em&gt; you hah.. must do well and get to poly. at least got diploma certs. my anak sdare now a teacher.. shes clever... *blahblahblah &lt;em&gt;looking at me.&lt;/em&gt; but its okay lah to go ITE.. but at the slower pace... *blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASAL PAT AKU JE DIER MENTION ITE??!?!?! eh sialah.. aggregate score aku paling tinggi among my 15 year old cousins termasok dgn anak dier skali. dorang nye stakat 20+. aku nye 222. so theres a big gap lah ehh. pat aku do well in my exams taknak tanye aku! pat aku tak do well, satu-satu makcik kayPoh tanye aku nye results. and guess what?? i almost cried cos they FUCKINGLY look down on me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beh aku tanye sdare aku yg girl. umur dier 15 jugak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: aku stupid eh?&lt;br /&gt;cousin: tak lah.. cume kau ade slow sikit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!!!! aggregate score aku much more higher than hers siak!!!! abeh dulu ade hati cakap nak masok TKGS at last masok neighborhood school. FUCK LAHHH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116273137340830148?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116273137340830148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116273137340830148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116273137340830148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116273137340830148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/iyliee-im-not-just-15-but-im-15-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116254854450162066</id><published>2006-11-03T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:09:04.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why am i feeling this way? he left me! let go je uhh.. step dier sorang aje laki kat dunie ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has to go on as per normal.. i wish i could cry all out. but my tears have dried. i just couldnt cry anymore. i simply cant. whats wrong with me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i feel like i hate myself so much. my gf left me, my bf left me.. what the hell is going on here! pls someone tell me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i hate myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116254854450162066?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116254854450162066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116254854450162066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116254854450162066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116254854450162066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-am-i-feeling-this-way-he-left-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116254343940445400</id><published>2006-11-03T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:04:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate when a guy confessed his love to me. i mean, i fcukingly dont know what to do! kalau tercakap salah, baik-baik takde enemy terus buat satu. like my friendship with afad. he claimed that he loves me. but i never ever told him that i love him too. and when suddenly, i confessed that i dont love him and had a bf, he sent me email, hi5 messages saying "thanks ah eh for doing this to me.." im not leadin him on. i never ever say i love him, i never ever say i miss him or whatever mushy-mushy stuff. and he's 22 years old! and when i asked for forgiveness since its hari raya, he text me back by saying "i dont want to have a friend like you, anggap aje you and me tak pernah kenal.. i tak suke ah nak kawan dgn you.." like what the hell?!?! aku tak pernah pon cakap yang aku sayang dier ke ape.. he said i bastard him. like HELL NO! childish ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the story.. i dont know what and how to react when someone said that he loves me.. and its making me confused. i just broke up with my bf, so dont expect me to fall in love that easy. getta what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. i guess.. i'll end here! charlo, muacks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116254343940445400?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116254343940445400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116254343940445400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116254343940445400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116254343940445400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-when-guy-confessed-his-love-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116248034544652136</id><published>2006-11-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:12:25.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after school met shart. shart is nawer, idah's bf's friend. huahuahua. and then dier pulak dah mcm pmpn pregnant. pitam, nak muntah. he said that once i leave him, he wants to vomit. so i quickly left him cos i scared later he tahan-tahan nak muntah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home, three group of guests came to my crib. miirah's &amp; faanaa's friends. kecoh i tell ya. mcm buat open house gitu. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, met hannan. asked him to buy me ciggies. since dia baru bawak motor, i asked him to meet me near my place. at last we decided to talk things out. he's my ex. and he still love me. he said i made him suffer. do i? fyi, because of me, he failed his prelim/mid yr when he was sec 5. because we broke up when he was about to take his exams. itu sume crite lame. ntahlah, when i feel so lonely, i tend to have the feeling that i love him. its like as if the feelings come and go. yang dah kat depan mate, aku amek yg jauh-jauh. ntahlah.. i told him that we must take things slowly. kalau ade jodoh pon tak ke mane.. betol tak? i very scared siah kalau dier break down depan-depan aku. i dot noe how to pujuk him. huahuahua. but i like him being frank to me. i guess, im just too young..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess, i'll end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116248034544652136?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116248034544652136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116248034544652136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116248034544652136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116248034544652136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-school-met-shart.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116245690821505279</id><published>2006-11-02T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:41:48.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the hell is on his mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the break up, guess what? syawwal pass my number to his friend! baik uh.. dier pikir aku ni ape?? seriously i feel like breaking down. why must he do this to me? theres a lot of secrets to tell but it is too personal to be put here. iyliee, i guess you know how i feel. what a jerk. umur 19? perangai dah macam barbarian sesat. takde perasaan langsung. dah lah, im sick and TIRED. real tired. ive got noone to turn to this time round. seriously.. he makes me feel as if i worth 2 cents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST HE DO THIS TO ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116245690821505279?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116245690821505279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116245690821505279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116245690821505279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116245690821505279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-hell-is-on-his-mind-after-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116245271707823041</id><published>2006-11-02T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:31:57.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exclusive. only in my second blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BROKE UP WITH HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what? he asked for it. dier yg mintk patch, dierlah yg mintak break. tak ke mcm siak tu name nye? but luckily i dont go "WEEEEKKK!!" cos i hate to cry for a guy. the last time i cried for a guy was hannan. dont asked me why. tapi i rase, nangis kerane byk dosa kat dier uh. huahuahua. attended school just now. thank god i can concentrate. but im still asking myself this question- am i a bad gf? ive been a total understanding gf. i never "kongkong" him at all. mane silap nye? aku pon tak tau. but i dont want to blame him.. cos i know my sarcatism is very very harsh. i mean when im bein sarcastic, im bein VERY VERY sarcastic. and we fought i always wana win eventhough if im going to say sorry. entah lah, ape silap aku buat. maybe there wasnt love at all in our relationship. maybe all along it was just a lust. untuk kepentingan masing-masing. but i still love him though. but apekan daya.. nasi sudah menjadi bubur. ape aku boleh buat seh. takkan aku nak nangis abeh merayu-rayu kt die to get back with me? im sick and tired of begging, crying and asking a guy to forgive me, just to patch up with him. dah mcm pompan ape siak. okaylah, im loss right now. tak tau nak ckp ape lagi. charlo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116245271707823041?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116245271707823041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116245271707823041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116245271707823041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116245271707823041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/exclusive.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116221311587639956</id><published>2006-10-30T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:58:35.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes, my mom can be gerek punye kaki uh. mcm hari tu i asked her to pakat with me. mak aku pandai uh pakat an aku. aku suke! tak sia-sia die membesar kan aku. sayang uh makk!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116221311587639956?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116221311587639956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116221311587639956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116221311587639956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116221311587639956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-my-mom-can-be-gerek-punye.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116219518127486871</id><published>2006-10-30T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:00:56.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AKU BENCI..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;HANNAN&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SYAWWAL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAFIZ&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AFAD &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;thats all for now. be happy peoples. smiley smile (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116219518127486871?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116219518127486871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116219518127486871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116219518127486871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116219518127486871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/aku-benci.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116218293605288060</id><published>2006-10-30T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:35:36.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>have you ever feel like when youre browsing thru the friendster, and you came across your ex's profile and you had this feeling of hatred? have you ever feel this way? well, i know i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im confused. boyfriend is being a JERK. that day, went out for raya with nawer, idah and friends. i didnt msg him. he must understand also uh that im with my friends out there having fun like he always do, why cnt he give me some space..? ive been very understanding towards him aites. he only knows how to get mad and pushing all the blames to me! when i asked him whether he's mad at me or not, he would say he dont know. what a sensitive jerk. god, he have to put himself in my shoes also lah. whatta a jerk. he only knows how to get mad and blame me. like what the fcuk?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ton with nawer cos i missed the bus home. and he's mad about it? like hello?? he's my COUSIN! why cant i hang out with him?? he blames me for going home late. &lt;em&gt;tapi kalau an dier aku nak balek cpat dier suro aku balek lmbt. bodoh gitu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just dont understand me! i feel like kicking his balls. urgh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116218293605288060?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116218293605288060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116218293605288060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116218293605288060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116218293605288060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-you-ever-feel-like-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116157206902509563</id><published>2006-10-23T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:54:29.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SAW PAUL TWOHILL YESTERDAY @ BUGIS. I THINK AT BURGER KING UH OR KFC. HAHAHAHHAHAHAAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116157206902509563?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116157206902509563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116157206902509563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116157206902509563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116157206902509563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-saw-paul-twohill-yesterday-bugis.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116157107931929468</id><published>2006-10-23T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:37:59.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously i didnt do anything to help momma. im so lazy. why cant i be very hardworking siah?? urgh! all i did was sweeping my bedroom which i dont think helps. and i have yet to clean my bedroom's window. i have yet to mop my room. all i did was pack all my this year's books, files and papers into a huge paper bag. clean a little at my bag's corner. i kinda have a lot of bags. and thats all. and tomorrow is RAYA. i just cant believe i did only sweeping and keepin my school stuffs in a huge paper bag! dasar pemalas siah aku. and i didnt even help mom do the kuehs! all i did was whine, and complain about my raya stuffs. im a bad bad bad daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is our 2ND MONTHS ANNIVERYSARY. i hope it turns out okay. no hassle and bazzle. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116157107931929468?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116157107931929468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116157107931929468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116157107931929468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116157107931929468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/seriously-i-didnt-do-anything-to-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116153150164132705</id><published>2006-10-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:38:21.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wind commz dedicate this song to me. and this song's lyrics remind me about HER. okay, so I dedicate this song to her ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYXpuy0Kxpg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYXpuy0Kxpg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sing along okay (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116153150164132705?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116153150164132705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116153150164132705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116153150164132705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116153150164132705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/wind-commz-dedicate-this-song-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116150062381140587</id><published>2006-10-22T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:03:43.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like oh seriously i feel like crying. nobody knows how much i love that girl. okay i know im devil but still my heart soften when i see that card. urgh, why im feeling this way like suddenly sia. I MISS YOU. like truckloads. okay nevermind, i just hope she'll be happy with her friends. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to friendship, im sucha loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116150062381140587?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116150062381140587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116150062381140587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116150062381140587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116150062381140587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-oh-seriously-i-feel-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116150033348562232</id><published>2006-10-22T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:58:53.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know why you have to spent like a lot of money on make up stuff.. BECAUSE.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have an fugly face, and theres like a LOADS of pimples to cover up. HAHAHAHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm evil evil evil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116150033348562232?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116150033348562232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116150033348562232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116150033348562232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116150033348562232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-know-why-you-have-to-spent-like-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116149866923151535</id><published>2006-10-22T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T14:31:09.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my definition of matreps not only lies on how many tattoos he had or the way he dress. it lies on how he present himself. like the way he walks, the way he speaks, his point of view.. everything counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank god, my bf isnt one. he dont dress like one, he doesnt walk like one, and he doesnt speak like one. im glad though. okay, he clubs and smokes but thats normal for teenagers. and infact he dont drink! im so glad! god knows how much i love him. there'll be NO third parties. my heart is only for him. if i were to contact with other guys, they're only a FRIEND to me, no more than just a FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i dont know what kind of raya bags and shoes i should be looking for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway im so pissed off with this house of mine. urgh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116149866923151535?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116149866923151535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116149866923151535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116149866923151535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116149866923151535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-definition-of-matreps-not-only-lies.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116149049509558140</id><published>2006-10-22T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:14:55.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;lalalalalalalalallalalalalalalal~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116149049509558140?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116149049509558140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116149049509558140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116149049509558140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116149049509558140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-blog-is-so-random.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116145164776714438</id><published>2006-10-22T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:30:35.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/4058/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/4058/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suhailah sayang, i cant copy the survey :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6698/4058/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to type it all out kays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i enjoy: being with my gfs. being with my boyfriend. yak on the phone till morning with someone who is hilarious. BLOGGING. gentel my bantal busuk - urgh, i am disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs i know all the lyrics: not a single song. only chorus.. ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i would do with $100 million: buy shoes. buy bags. buy clothes. buy house. buy a car. buy buy buy. oops.. i exceed the five already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places i would run away to: boyfriend's crib. police station. bomb shelter. my house? syahirah's house, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 thing i would never wear infornt of friends: err.. wear nothing? a never been wash clothes. oh, this is tough. can i skip it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bad habits: smoking. gentel my bantal busuk. korek idung (LOL) burp loudly. do funny faces until people says that my face looks so fugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 biggest joys: to be attached with someone who is almost perfect - mr bf! (x5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 famous people i would date: jesse metcalfe. zac efron. mr world. ur uncle. ur uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 ppl to this thing: nobody. can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116145164776714438?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116145164776714438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116145164776714438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116145164776714438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116145164776714438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/suhailah-sayang-i-cant-copy-survey-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116145050868107197</id><published>2006-10-22T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:08:28.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello friends and families. wind commz messaged me saying he missed me. i dont even know what to say to him. hmm.. speechless i guess.. ahah! bleargh! thats all i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i wanna say sorry to my beloved gf, idahchix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BIG SORRY FOR YOU (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116145050868107197?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116145050868107197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116145050868107197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116145050868107197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116145050868107197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-friends-and-families.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116144909055665453</id><published>2006-10-22T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T00:44:50.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate this particular bitch. so KAYPOH. but nevermind, i will still rub off her name from my anti list. dont worry ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116144909055665453?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116144909055665453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116144909055665453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116144909055665453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116144909055665453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-this-particular-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116133797332956817</id><published>2006-10-20T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:59:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ATTENTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my three blogs are not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://her-confessions.blogspot.com"&gt;http://her-confessions.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog whereby i wrote the summary of the day. consist of one entry per day, no more seven entry per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yakyak-.blogspot.com"&gt;http://yakyak-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog whereby i wrote many entries in one day. consist of two or more entries per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it is much more organise this way since i like to blog a lot. get what i mean..? so you know how i manage my blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://************.blogspot.com"&gt;http://************.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog whereby i will never ever tell a single soul in this world. it is very personal. nobody have gone to that blog yet except me. the only one who know about my personal blog is my sister, miirah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116133797332956817?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116133797332956817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116133797332956817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116133797332956817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116133797332956817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/attention.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116133262373846321</id><published>2006-10-20T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:23:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/195/3483/1600/115298634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/195/3483/320/115298634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was this one day we met. we sat at void deck near his place. after a long chat while sitting down, i suggested on walking cos my bumbum hurts. then he suggested walking to the bustop before his bustop. we walked and chatted. finally, we arrived, it was kinda far though. and it was drizzling. the bus came and we boarded the bus. he gave me the dont-fall kinda hug. he was so sweet. he had arrived at his bustop but he doesnt want to alight cos he said he was "malu" and paiseh cos one stop only. So he alight at the bustop after his actual bustop. before he alight, he gave a quick kiss on the forehead. isnt he sweeeeet? like for the first time someone kissed me on the forehead, how can i forget!!! and i text him right away, i said "you kissed my forehead when i'm sweating!" and he replied.. "sweating in an aircon bus????? hahaha!" i sweat because when we were walking towards the bustop to take the bus, it was kinda far. i tend to sweat alot when i'm hot. thats is why i hate sports. i went home with a big big biggie smile planted on my face! ((: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116133262373846321?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116133262373846321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116133262373846321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116133262373846321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116133262373846321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-was-this-one-day-we-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116132794795233928</id><published>2006-10-20T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T15:05:47.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;you're being a total bitch, bitch!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you wanna be frank, and truthful. but hey, know your limits. sucha hypocrite freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm going to rub off names from my anti list. since its going to be 2007 soon, i better rub of names. next year a fresh new start for me. and i wanna be more nicer to people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay tata, im going to clean up my rooooom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116132794795233928?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116132794795233928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116132794795233928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116132794795233928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116132794795233928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-being-total-bitch-bitch-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116132408222616739</id><published>2006-10-20T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:03:04.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grouper.com/video/MediaDetails.aspx?id=1572596"&gt;pecinta wanita - irwansyah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song. he looks so handsome, and the girl looks so cute. guess what? that time, i was singing this song.. and the chorus goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku memang pencinta wanita&lt;br /&gt;namun ku bukan &lt;strong&gt;buaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yg setia pada seribu gadis&lt;br /&gt;ku hanya mencintai dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of buaya.. i said biawak! hahahaha!! it was damn funny i tell you. this is all wind communicator fault lah. cos i asked him this "abeh you prnah tangkap biawak.."like so many times siah i asked him this question. what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what? this someone whom i thought a strong person is actually LEMBIK. WEAKER THAN ME. at last i can find someone who is like very weak than me! and guess what? he's a guy!! i called him and he said he dont wanna talk to me. what the hell. i was so pissed off. can say nicely what.. takyah nak perah uh. and one more thing, i'm not jealous of you having a girlfriend. indeed i was happy eventhough i used to like him. i just want us to be friends. its not like we've known each other like two three days you know. i dont wanna loose a friendship just like that. urgh! god knows how i felt yesterday when i called him. and know what? i like talking to him because he can make me happy. if u're angry with me just because that day i cant meet you i'm sorry.. i was SLEEPING by the way.. if you understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116132408222616739?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116132408222616739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116132408222616739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116132408222616739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116132408222616739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/pecinta-wanita-irwansyah-i-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116131940995564759</id><published>2006-10-20T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T13:11:41.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my self edited blogskin. actually this blogskin is supposed to be with butterflies, looks so complicated. with the help of my wonderful hand... and now.. TAADAA! nice or not?? i'm so satisfied!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116131940995564759?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116131940995564759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116131940995564759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116131940995564759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116131940995564759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-self-edited-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36330081.post-116131406841256922</id><published>2006-10-20T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:11:37.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my new blog. in total i have three blog! the very commercialised blog. the nobody-knows-blog and the uncommercialised blog. i guess i love blogging till i need a total of three blog. i love blogging. like penning all my thoughts in one go. makes me so happy. cant stop yakking. update later when i already find a new pretty blogskin for this blog. update later (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36330081-116131406841256922?l=her-confessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116131406841256922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36330081&amp;postID=116131406841256922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116131406841256922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36330081/posts/default/116131406841256922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-confessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Yana Lee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02538047038487293043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
