<?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-5097385982154684564</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:52:57.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST CALL ME lamb</title><subtitle type='html'>angst, tough perhaps, giddiness</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-3385497137079176490</id><published>2009-05-11T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:41:00.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's a hard road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Knowing I'll never see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was only a dream to think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You felt the same as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Every moment spent with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Was just another dream come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I never forgot about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm just started living again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I ran from the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When it was right in front of me all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was the best thing when I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But saying goodbye was the hardest yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-3385497137079176490?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3385497137079176490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=3385497137079176490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/3385497137079176490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/3385497137079176490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-6485997521062119602</id><published>2009-05-11T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:37:34.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not good enuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Obviously, I'm not good enough for you I apologize, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I say I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You say that it's not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I don't know what to do, to make you stay with me I tried so hard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I tried to open your eyes, make you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But you push me away, you tell me to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I made a mistake I regret, and I'm craving for you to comeback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-6485997521062119602?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/6485997521062119602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=6485997521062119602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/6485997521062119602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/6485997521062119602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-good-enuff.html' title='I&apos;m not good enuff'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-8649226850523257192</id><published>2009-05-10T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:38:10.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it SO hard to move on?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my heart's sinking. my soul is lost.&lt;br /&gt;trying so hard to accept the fact that I'm nobody now. losing my other half; it have never crossed in my mind that it will be happening this sudden. and it hurt just to see even a small things can make me remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to cry. I missed his smell. his laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. enuff of this shit. ka, my mind is sumwherelse now. i can't write anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outtie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-8649226850523257192?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8649226850523257192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=8649226850523257192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/8649226850523257192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/8649226850523257192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-is-it-so-hard-to-move-on.html' title='Why is it SO hard to move on?'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-2726167548388109644</id><published>2009-04-30T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:45:32.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chicken shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;balls! hang over. it sucks. i know. I'm not feeling well now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(drafted on 30th of April, published on 11th of May)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-2726167548388109644?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2726167548388109644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=2726167548388109644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2726167548388109644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2726167548388109644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2009/04/chicken-shit.html' title='chicken shit'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-5954076953005024751</id><published>2008-10-30T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:38:01.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's hard 2 forget someone u love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My crazy life had ended. just because of one guy. that I'm head over heels with. Somehow I feel it's a good thing and sometimes I feel it's a bad thing that I'm losing my true me. myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm depressed all of the time, even my friends could see the changes in me. eyebags. skin breakouts. lord, why am I constantly like this. I knew all the answers 2 my problems but yet, I'm still heading to the wrong way. I feel sick. I can't take it anymore. i hate being shouted at. being yelled at. but all of that is haunting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm now alone. depressed. lonely. and guess what? I hate telling others the way I feel. I feel it's not nice to constantly find your friends when u feel like breaking out. it is stupid, because they could not do anything to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-5954076953005024751?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5954076953005024751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=5954076953005024751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/5954076953005024751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/5954076953005024751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-hard-2-forget-someone-u-love.html' title='It&apos;s hard 2 forget someone u love'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-3800095657675937408</id><published>2008-05-30T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:18:59.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been a while (working period)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my life, my life. it's turning upside down. sitting here in my living room, writing my blog while listening to music. it seems nice to you right? but realitily, i doesn't. somehow, somewhere i feel alone. so empty n hollow i could feel the cold feeling trickling down my neck. i feel numb and even if i smile i cry inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i admit i got all the things that i wanted before. but something is missing. i got my bestfriend by my side, but still i'm not that entirely happy. i did feel happy but goshh.. i don't even know how to describe it. i need somebody i think, to put my life in place. that could lead me to a right path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;geez, talking about right path.. man.. i've been wayyy out line in my life. i did things that are not supposed to be done. daymm, this blog is not my diary. i'm telling u guys about my life and it sucks. like i'm humiliating myself falling flat on my face. but nemmind, sometimes it's nice to ventilate all your feelings right. see.. i'm talking thrash right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;before this i could recall myself being extra creative in writing about somethingelse. but now all i could think of is writing about my life and the way i'm feeling at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;hmm, i'm waiting for my friend to get back so i can have my lunch. it's been a while i did not post anything. kaka had been asking me to update my blog. katenye da berabuk blog i ni.. ha, dah lap ni. tak berabuk dah. ehe, i got no time laa sayang. keje je. where got time meh to sit and write about my feelings. k dah lah, i nak g mandi. dah pukul berapa ni. i shud get my ass off this couch and get a life rather than whining on how unlucky i am in life. GO GIRL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-3800095657675937408?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3800095657675937408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=3800095657675937408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/3800095657675937408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/3800095657675937408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-while-working-period.html' title='it&apos;s been a while (working period)'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-4495922785701505141</id><published>2008-05-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:56:42.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fragile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i couldn't feel myself now. i felt numb. i'm blaming myself for being so insecure, so fragile, so thin. that can be invaded by others. i'm so EASY. that's the word. people sees me a strong girl, a strong person from the outershell. but the fact is i'm so damn weak. i cried and i cried. until there's no tears left in me. now i'm feeling hopeless. nobody cares about me and what they would prefer is; listening to others making fake rumors about me. the reason?  just trying to ruin others' life. i have changed. truly changed. even me, myself can't handle it. so true. that it proves me in vain. i cannot do anything right. i AM a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-4495922785701505141?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4495922785701505141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=4495922785701505141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/4495922785701505141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/4495922785701505141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/fragile.html' title='fragile'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-7977132213098923569</id><published>2008-05-10T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:58:47.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom kills me mann</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'm damn bored noww.. it kills me to be this way. for one whole day i slept. and now i just woke up. i can't believe i'm a working girl right now. waking up as it is. phew, it's crazy mann. now my life started to sparks like it was never before. and not that it lead to only good things, it leads to unhealthy things too. My life is tipped over. not fully upside down yet. because i know i can put myself together and make things the way it is again. somebody's trying to correct me. I'm fully aware of my mistakes. but what will i do next? will i have the effort to correct my wrong doings? or will i continue to slip in my beautiful mistakes? oh man, i don't know. SHE told me that i will continue to do the same thing again as she was like me before. and THAT scares the hell out of me. am i that easy to be read and judged? DAMMNN.. i'm turning into someone i don't even know.somebody that is so damn selfish and i hate that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-7977132213098923569?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7977132213098923569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=7977132213098923569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7977132213098923569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7977132213098923569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/boredom-kills-me-mann.html' title='boredom kills me mann'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-7557387717075012420</id><published>2008-04-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:32:59.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sheeshh.. I'm turning into a BIATCH.. ah, i da merepek banyak sgt.enjoy konon. pegi mampos la lamb. over sangat dah. shittt man.. i've totally fucked up this time. at 1st I did things i wanted to do as a revenge of my past experience before. but i did it wrongly man.. damn wrong. damn sick! I'm like, in a whirpool of betrayal right now. trying to pull myself out before i got sucked up too deep and get tangled up in my own wrong way of enjoying myself. damn, it feels like putting urself in a blender and all my senses; my brain.my heart; is liquified to every bit you have. great.. lemme see, i got a fucking bestfriend (girl) that really2 loves me. tapi beb, aku silang die. tapi die buat tak kesah. sebab die sayang aku. does that sounds crazy to you? i did something bad beb. but she don't give a damn! now i realize guys doesn't mean anything to me. friends do! guys.guys.guys. they don't give a fuck to whom they hurt. but, before this i've got back stabbed by my girlfriends. bff. u know what i mean. and now i got another one GIRL friend that really2 trust me and i don't know what to do about it. urghhh, it feels like clawing to ur own skin. the pain is so tremendous it bites you until you're soulless. I AM a soulless fuck compared to her. I didn't thought about her feeling even for one minute before I did the mistake. and yet, she's the one who helped me out from the catastrophy. damn! damn! damn! i miss her so bad here. she's not here for the time being. she gave me strength when i was like the pathetic girl on the earth. jage i mase i saket. and she doesn't even care about herself as long she can see that I'm OK. Godamnit! guys! help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-7557387717075012420?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7557387717075012420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=7557387717075012420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7557387717075012420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7557387717075012420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/regret.html' title='regret'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-7335601573174458602</id><published>2008-03-22T11:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:36:57.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm back from my flight to labuan. delayed for 1 hour. just because the flight ops cannot find a replacement for the captain. silly. now i'm too bored 2 do anytg. smore my friends are not here. it sucks to be alone. fucker lah. buat aku takde mood. but, out of nowhere, when i did the f&amp;amp;b service, a guy asked me if i once studied in upm. crazy, a passenger knows me. i thought he was a student there, but he has a shop near upm. hahaha. i felt funny. malu seyh. aku tak suke dikenali as a stewardess. i just want to work and earn my own money and then i cud spend it like crazy. payday. stil few days to go. i have lots of things to buy, already placarded on my brain. oh god. i'm a fuckin big spender. fuck. sheeshh.. i'm soo bored. tommorow n d day after tmrow are my off days. but nobody's in the house. great. i'll die bored out of my skull. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-7335601573174458602?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7335601573174458602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=7335601573174458602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7335601573174458602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7335601573174458602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-work.html' title='after work'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-9125323157130642380</id><published>2008-03-05T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T09:42:03.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phew!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;my goodness..it's been a while i didn't post anything.things have changed.  MAJOR change.from college life i'm now working my ass off and spend the money like I never did b4. but, i never felt so free ever in my life! really! omg, b4 this i've been talkin trash about me quitting my study and work. and now suprisingly, I did! super nicely done. but, somehow i'm turning into a wild biatch. maybe my working life is taking toll on me. but i'm so young and free right? who cares? i'll live my life as i wanted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-9125323157130642380?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/9125323157130642380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=9125323157130642380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/9125323157130642380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/9125323157130642380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2008/03/phew.html' title='phew!!'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-191481299951177071</id><published>2007-07-06T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:53:24.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a lazy nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Ro0rHMyLxxI/AAAAAAAAADA/s0pcuh03dYo/s1600-h/17-06-07_2151.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083766957061949202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Ro0rHMyLxxI/AAAAAAAAADA/s0pcuh03dYo/s320/17-06-07_2151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; 1:32 am, and still, I can't sleep. btw, he's adorable don't u think so? he's out with his friends right now. And here I am without him watching dvds with my cat Grey. I don't know why I put this picture here. guess I'm a lil lonely here. blech, come on lamb.. lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.. yeah.. I admit it. Maybe I miss him.. yeah right, I do miss him. a LOT actually. even that I did went out with him yesterday. I just can't stop missing him. blah..blah..blah, I know what u're guys thinking. but spare me your comments. I just don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an insomniac, I think. I just can't sleep at night. and I can only sleep during the day. maybe I need drugs. yeah.. I need drugs to help me sleep well. Anybody? anybody knows any good sleeping pills? That surely can put me to sleep. by the way, it's my fingers are writing right now. not my brain. It's malfunctioning right now. and I bet it is, ecause I couldn't sleep right now. even after i had a glass of warm milk. it doesn't work at all. damn, it does get me want to go the toilet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I better stop right now, or else my blog will me a diary of mine. I better sleep. ah, different days, same old SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-191481299951177071?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/191481299951177071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=191481299951177071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/191481299951177071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/191481299951177071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/lazy-nite.html' title='a lazy nite'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Ro0rHMyLxxI/AAAAAAAAADA/s0pcuh03dYo/s72-c/17-06-07_2151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-4327467793162551930</id><published>2007-07-05T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:27:58.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*phew!* What a crazy night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I just got back. Me and boyfriend went out to watch TRANSFORMERS. Damn, it was a good movie. You guys should watch it. Great action scenes, freakin cool robots, and so do the cars. Man, that was the greatest movie that I've watched this year! it's crazy! how did they made a film that was so freakin awesome? geezz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;as a truck(a very niceee truck), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Bumblebee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as a Camaro(I want one just like that!), &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jazz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- a Pontiac(how cool was that?), &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ironhide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as a pick-up truck and last but not least &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ratchet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; a hummer(great one!) It was so cool when the autobots transform. So freakinnn' cool! Not to forget that annoying &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frenzy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the Decepticon. But it is cute though, with that squeaky voice and disguising itself as a CD player. So cute even it is not on the good guys' side. ;) but the funny thing is my boyfriend fell asleep while watching the movie. Maybe he's too tired. Poor him. He was so excited to watch the movie but he slept during the final fights between the Autobots and the Decepticons. What a waste. But I can't blame him. He's just so tired for not sleeping well. Anyway, the movie was good. Our night ended up crazy(baby, it was brave, but MAD!). So now I'm back home safely, and he went 'lepak'ing with his friends at mamak stall. And I'm here with my half-closed eyes, finishing my post for today, and yeah.. I want to sleep soon after I finished writing. Hope I get to sleep well and wake up early tommorow or else my dad will get mad at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bonne nuit !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-4327467793162551930?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4327467793162551930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=4327467793162551930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/4327467793162551930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/4327467793162551930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/phew-what-crazy-night.html' title='*phew!* What a crazy night!'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-1204757247112701786</id><published>2007-07-04T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:29:30.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 4am, and this is what i got</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Roqt8cyLxvI/AAAAAAAAACw/LCevt85-BTU/s1600-h/04-07-07_0331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083066383471462130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Roqt8cyLxvI/AAAAAAAAACw/LCevt85-BTU/s320/04-07-07_0331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It was late at night and I couldn't sleep. So as usual I sit on the chair by my desk, and start to wander around the table if I got something to get my fingers busy. So, as u can see here. That's what I did get in return. Pathetic is it? So lame. Everytime I got a pen and a paper. That's what came out. It's not from my brain. It was from my fingers! I started drawing stupid things. Like that man with no eyes and snake-like tongue. What the hell am I thinking? The worst thing is. The phrase, love.angel.music.baby. is the biggest sign among others. Sick isn't it. And also, what the hell was the STOP sign's for? Man, this is the stupidest things I had ever done since all my works. I never kept my work for myself. I love giving it to people. But not this piece. I'm going to keep it as a rememberance of my stupidity. *belch* excuse me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-1204757247112701786?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/1204757247112701786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=1204757247112701786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/1204757247112701786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/1204757247112701786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-4am-and-this-is-what-i-got.html' title='It&apos;s 4am, and this is what i got'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Roqt8cyLxvI/AAAAAAAAACw/LCevt85-BTU/s72-c/04-07-07_0331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-5295981478659054047</id><published>2007-07-03T13:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:25:08.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RoqyjsyLxwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1B0eR67UnEE/s1600-h/ma+l8+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083071455827838722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RoqyjsyLxwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1B0eR67UnEE/s320/ma+l8+cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I miss him. I miss his Bambi eyes pleading to me when he wants to sleep on my lap. Whenever I'm on the couch watching tv, he always fidget itself beside me. His soft fur really made me miss him. He left us last year. He got this virus, and suddenly he's gone. I remember the day when he got so sick from the virus, and his saliva was drooling averywhere; that includes my lap. Me and my sister brought him to a vet. He got a shot and the vet told us maybe he got viruses in him but she can't do anything as he never got a shot from any vet. After that we went home, and just for half an hour of difficult breathing, he was a goner. my brother buried him at the back of our house. I didn't cry as I'm not such weenie (I did cried a bit *sniff*). But since that day, I miss him a lot. Especially today when my other cat fidget itself beside me to watch tv with me. Duh, it's only a cat. And so what? I miss him like hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-5295981478659054047?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5295981478659054047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=5295981478659054047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/5295981478659054047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/5295981478659054047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-him.html' title='I miss him'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RoqyjsyLxwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/1B0eR67UnEE/s72-c/ma+l8+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-6340832025832306512</id><published>2007-07-02T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:04:49.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while (sound pollution)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's been a while now I didn't posts anything. It's just I'm so lazy to post one ;) Gosh! the pilling sounds at the back of my house does get to my nerves! Can't they be anymore louder? Making me deaf anytime sooner. hmm, my life is going upside down now. But does anyone cares about it? Maybe I'll end it sooner. Depression isn't always good. Suicide is better? Lemme see.. It's an easy choice between two. But I'm going to stick to one decision right now. And I ain't going to tell anyone about it. haha. Crazy me. hmm, my friends.. they've been supportive all the time being. But I didn't get any chance of meeting them. Ayyat, especially. Now it's almost at the end of the holiday. And I didn't get to meet her not once. Ika, she's going to continue her study oversea in September. Gosh, just a few more months to go. Seri, it's okay. I always meet her now and then. Ainnaa is going back to Malaysia anytime soon from Russia. It's been a while I didn't meet her. Anyway, Zeera is back from NZ. But still, I didn't get a chance to meet her. Maybe I'll ask my mum to drop me by her house when she's off to work. --&gt;On the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July, my school is taking part in the international Band Comp. I think so. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Natra&lt;/span&gt; ask me to go there. So does all my school mates. Can't believe to see my juniors in the flock of the band. I'm not sure I'm going or not. But if I'm going, I'll go with my boyfriend. I want him to be with me. Well, it's just it for now. Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-6340832025832306512?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/6340832025832306512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=6340832025832306512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/6340832025832306512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/6340832025832306512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-while-sound-pollution.html' title='It&apos;s been a while (sound pollution)'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-2860206119259805113</id><published>2007-07-02T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:03:28.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*yawn* I hate being bored, it sucks and I hate being hated. but this is only my opinion, no one else ever seems to really care all that much what i think. oh well, we move on... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-2860206119259805113?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2860206119259805113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=2860206119259805113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2860206119259805113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2860206119259805113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/yawn-i-hate-being-bored-it-sucks-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-2729513529998168686</id><published>2007-06-19T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:55:04.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh yeah, i understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Uhh yess I understand the whole thing about life. Now shut up. Dang its too crowded in my life. Get out everyone. I need to do some mind cleaning soo let me just let every thing out here. LIFE is soooo borring.. blech. I hate my page. Luv my blog. yaya! I'm all perky for once! Uh huh yeah I know I don't make any sense. Well this is a blog. Brought to you by blogger.com. Wait.. Why am I blabbering? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Hey should I really take my friends advice, "go fly girl!" What they meant was me, moi, to be a stewardess a.k.a. flight attendant. So that I can finally go to France; my 1st holiday destination. Then a chance to go anywhere in this world for a working stint? Is it empty dreams or should I do it? The problem is I am so not in the mood now, for doing anything. I feel lazy. Everyday is the lame old same, I woke up, watch tv, laze, mope. spirits down. Not like last year. I recall I was more chirpy last year. why ah? Could taking supplements help? I read that evening primrose oil is good for pms, mild depression. Will it help me or am I beyond help? Man I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Or maybe I can rearrange my study and go for masters? But that sounds so dull. I even thought of taking a sewing class. So that I can sew my own clothes. those in the market now are so awfully dull. In case I lose my job, I can still make a living selling my clothes. Good idea isn't it? yaya! what the..??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The thing is, I know that the possibilities are endless, but I just need to get off my butt and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Speaking of which my buttt is in danger of getting flabby if I don't do anything about it soon. I better get up and do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh well, I have nothing else to say as at now. Hope i achieve something by the next entry. Byee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-2729513529998168686?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2729513529998168686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=2729513529998168686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2729513529998168686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2729513529998168686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-yeah-i-understand.html' title='oh yeah, i understand'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-7176377572086906687</id><published>2007-06-15T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:43:58.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokyQsyLxpI/AAAAAAAAACA/xtjnQqI9MNs/s1600-h/1_864_B1CsjIayXs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082648916945258130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokyQsyLxpI/AAAAAAAAACA/xtjnQqI9MNs/s320/1_864_B1CsjIayXs.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Materialista&lt;/span&gt;. Materialism. Materialist. Everyone consider it to be bad as they picture it a materialist tend to consider material possessions or MONEY and physical comfort as more important than spiritual values. It is bad. It is disgusting. But how do you not care about it as people nowadays can buy happiness with money. And through it the comfort lies. People tend to be nice to get money, and sometimes they act nice just because of money. Those grey stuffed people, full of smoky hatred yelled about us being a materialist. Can u spot it, people who loves us, cared for us. They give us comfort, sacrifices anything not just spiritually; all of their possessions, just to make us happy. And those who doesn't, they just ignore us playing blind and deaf just avoiding from providing anything to us. Them, them who spoke about materialism, cursing about how bad are we as materialist in a world where it's hard to explain as it is hard to breathe in this smoky lounge of misanthropy. I am a materialist, but not a gold-digger. A materialist that experience love from materials not spiritually. A girl that never experience love perfectly. Parental love. I've never been appreciated. All my effort seems useless. Only God's know what I've been through and what are ME and my siblings are living through. Imagine life of a stray cat. Being fed, not loved. It's painful. It's a pathetic life. As I want to end it. But my guardian angels is here. I have two of them. One is in heaven right now, looking down to me from above. And one is right here with me, being my lover, my best friend, and my soul mate. For an eternal happiness shall I continue my life and be happy to make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-7176377572086906687?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7176377572086906687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=7176377572086906687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7176377572086906687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7176377572086906687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/06/materialistic.html' title='Materialistic'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokyQsyLxpI/AAAAAAAAACA/xtjnQqI9MNs/s72-c/1_864_B1CsjIayXs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-9151765862114201320</id><published>2007-06-07T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:53:37.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLECTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Rokp18yLxoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AfwkS48oqKY/s1600-h/17835713_8544ee7ae9_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082639661290735234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Rokp18yLxoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AfwkS48oqKY/s400/17835713_8544ee7ae9_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Great, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-9151765862114201320?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/9151765862114201320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=9151765862114201320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/9151765862114201320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/9151765862114201320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/06/great-isnt-it.html' title='REFLECTIONS'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Rokp18yLxoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AfwkS48oqKY/s72-c/17835713_8544ee7ae9_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-2723204301729582342</id><published>2007-06-05T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T08:28:22.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the greatest of all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokRr8yLxkI/AAAAAAAAABY/n4gr8SLBasM/s1600-h/feet_message.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082613101212976706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokRr8yLxkI/AAAAAAAAABY/n4gr8SLBasM/s320/feet_message.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And now I will show you the most excellent way: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If I speak in tongues of human and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give up all I possess and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient; love is kind; it does not envy; it does not boast; it is not proud. It is not rude; it is not self-seeking; it is not easily angered; it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are lives, they will pass away; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge it will pass away. For we know in part and we breathes in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I grew up, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection, then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love, but the greatest of these is love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-2723204301729582342?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2723204301729582342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=2723204301729582342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2723204301729582342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2723204301729582342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/06/greatest-of-all.html' title='the greatest of all'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokRr8yLxkI/AAAAAAAAABY/n4gr8SLBasM/s72-c/feet_message.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-8623291149071954908</id><published>2007-06-03T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:53:02.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heroes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RonQ3MyLxqI/AAAAAAAAACI/A2U6Zrkc4FQ/s1600-h/heroes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082823301207410338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RonQ3MyLxqI/AAAAAAAAACI/A2U6Zrkc4FQ/s320/heroes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;HEROES, what a great show. At first ayinn recommended it to me. For just a few episodes I get sooo hooked with the show. Then my boyfriend said that he got nearly the entire episodes, and he got them burned on a dvd for me. After that my midnight movies was heroes. Watching them episodes by episodes until my notebook got so hot from playing the dvd. I just can't resist Milo, as he's Peter Petrelli in the show. He's hot. really2 hot. He reminded me of the show he's in before this; Gilmore Girls. He played Rory's rebellious boyfriend Jess. He's cute! ah! He also appears as Fergie's love interest in Fergie's music video 4 her single "Big Girls Don't Cry". U guys should watch it. Especially for Milo's die hard fan. He got these tatoos in the video clip, and he looked awesome! Who can resist this quiet, cute guy with the smouldering gaze of charm? Tell me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sylar, a.k.a. the villain in this show. He kills people, cutting their head open and eats their brain. What a psychopath?! That doesn't disgust me from watching the show. By the way, I just love how the show works. We can't predict anything for the next episodes. That glued my ass on the couch to continue watching the show. The show is the best since The OC. Agreeing with me guys? :) Anybody? Niki Sanders, that's the coolest chick ever. I want to be hot like her, and I want to be slim like her. Geez, that would be hard. Well, the shows ended with a stupid ending for the first season. How stupid is it, that not a single person realize about Sylar? Dammit! But that makes the show to be continued further, anyway right? i just can't wait for the second season! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-8623291149071954908?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8623291149071954908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=8623291149071954908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/8623291149071954908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/8623291149071954908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/06/heroes.html' title='heroes?'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RonQ3MyLxqI/AAAAAAAAACI/A2U6Zrkc4FQ/s72-c/heroes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-5311540985672060138</id><published>2007-06-03T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:21:01.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blonde redhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokeTsyLxmI/AAAAAAAAABo/8iQi7sSioLo/s1600-h/blonde_redhead_6june07sophiejarry_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082626978252310114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokeTsyLxmI/AAAAAAAAABo/8iQi7sSioLo/s320/blonde_redhead_6june07sophiejarry_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My boyfriend discovered a band that really captures me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; Redhead. With a Japanese lead singer and two twins brother, can anything be anymore cooler than that? I just love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kazu&lt;/span&gt; (the lead singer) as she has this high, eerie voice which hovers over melodic guitar riffs and clockwork drum beats. Really cool. And she's hot too. An Asian chick who plays guitar and IS the lead singer of an indie rock band; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;.. I want to be like her. Nice musics, great lyrics. It's like ecstasy listening to their records. I just heard some of their songs, just a few of them. But I fell in love with the soulful voice and fuck, why didn't I discovered them earlier?! It's just a waste of art dammit! Melody is my favourite piece from the band. Maybe there's tons of their records that are good but I didn't have the chance to listen to it. They've released an album this year&lt;strong&gt;; 23, &lt;/strong&gt;damn I didn't heard any of it yet. Maybe sooner or later I'll search for it.Hey guys, listen to them. They're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-5311540985672060138?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5311540985672060138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=5311540985672060138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/5311540985672060138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/5311540985672060138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/06/blonde-redhead.html' title='blonde redhead'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokeTsyLxmI/AAAAAAAAABo/8iQi7sSioLo/s72-c/blonde_redhead_6june07sophiejarry_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-2621500660792959171</id><published>2007-06-02T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T07:48:10.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do good anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokOR8yLxiI/AAAAAAAAABI/x8_EjvnF8SI/s1600-h/fragileredhope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082609356001494562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokOR8yLxiI/AAAAAAAAABI/x8_EjvnF8SI/s320/fragileredhope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokODMyLxhI/AAAAAAAAABA/MDruwCyhxdk/s1600-h/196601.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokN78yLxgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/DPFYY8OmgnQ/s1600-h/196601.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered. Love them anyway.If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway.The biggest person with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest person with the smallest mind. Think big anyway. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway. People really need help but may attack if you help them. Help people anyway. Give the world the best you have and you might get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokNTsyLxfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bloO56cruTA/s1600-h/feet_message.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-2621500660792959171?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2621500660792959171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=2621500660792959171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2621500660792959171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2621500660792959171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-good-anyway.html' title='Do good anyway'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RokOR8yLxiI/AAAAAAAAABI/x8_EjvnF8SI/s72-c/fragileredhope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-4518472972787167135</id><published>2007-05-28T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:03:17.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moi masterpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Roibb8yLxeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eHgmY7IjxKk/s1600-h/my_masterpiece+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082483083962992098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Roibb8yLxeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eHgmY7IjxKk/s400/my_masterpiece+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;How sweet are these? *wink* i love all the picture in here. It brings back memories. Memories with him. All the sweetest that I could remember. All the juiciest dreams I could ever imagine. He's here with me now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thru&lt;/span&gt; ups and down in my life -there were almost downs in my life. I always have freak-outs. I never thought that somebody will cope it with me. Understanding. He could be my mum if he's a girl -I mean a woman :). Gosh! I couldn't say what he has done to me. But just imagine, he sacrifices all he's got to me, ungrateful me. All of it. Hey dude, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thanx&lt;/span&gt;. For u are my love and my life. You ARE my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rockstar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-4518472972787167135?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4518472972787167135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=4518472972787167135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/4518472972787167135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/4518472972787167135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/moi-masterpiece.html' title='moi masterpiece'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/Roibb8yLxeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/eHgmY7IjxKk/s72-c/my_masterpiece+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-1670941806869272337</id><published>2007-05-21T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T07:46:14.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's tiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RofT5cyLxdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AIc19ZOzER4/s1600-h/agony.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082263688443577810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RofT5cyLxdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AIc19ZOzER4/s320/agony.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm so tired of living. Sometimes I wish I was dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I wasn't being born in this life. It's excruciating. It's so painful that I wet my pillows every night. It's tiring. It's pulling me towards salvation. I'm sick and tired of it. I’m sick and tired of it! I do my best all the time. I do what I have to do. No matter how it makes me cries and throb inside. I feel like no one cares. No one sees the effort. I do it and do it and do it until I’m sweating and sobbing and shaking. I get so filled with fury and hate that I can’t see. Everything starts to spin. I twitch and grope at the rope that will drag me to salvation but every inch closer I crawl, someone pulls it farther away, laughing at my tears, my sweat, my blood. It makes me sick. It’s not worth it. I find relief from it. I get up off my knees, brush of my clothes, the blood of my face and then I go away. I leave your laughter, your joy. All the fighting and trying is pointless. It’s like trying to walk trough a wall. And your bony pointless hatred still pokes me no matter where I run to get away from it. I can’t run, no matter how fast my legs move. Can’t hide no matter how dirty I’m willing to get. It’s all a game to you, a trick to see how far down the line you can push me I’m over the line now. What is a game to you now is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-1670941806869272337?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/1670941806869272337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=1670941806869272337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/1670941806869272337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/1670941806869272337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-i-wish-my-life-was-better.html' title='It&apos;s tiring'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RofT5cyLxdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/AIc19ZOzER4/s72-c/agony.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-1552904017235967903</id><published>2007-05-16T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T07:45:15.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The love of my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RofGEMyLxbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o5BnmC60iJw/s1600-h/pd+bubu+in+purple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082248479964382642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RofGEMyLxbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o5BnmC60iJw/s320/pd+bubu+in+purple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I never thought that I could fall in love to anybody in this world.Hah ha, big talk from a small me - tall 2 be exact. The first time I saw him, I fall for him. Big one. But he kinda resisted. I don't know how to say it, but I nearly gave up on him because it was really hard to like somebody that doesn't love me back. Yikes! I sounded like a love novel writer, haha! hmm.. by the way, now I got him, I mean me n him were together now. hah ha, I never thought it would end up this way. I'm so madly in love with him right now, and I bet he IS, too. He's everything to me. He understands me, and all of the listed criterias of your dream boyfriends *wink*, although his jealousy is killing me. But that shows how much he loves me right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-1552904017235967903?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/1552904017235967903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=1552904017235967903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/1552904017235967903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/1552904017235967903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-of-my-life.html' title='The love of my life!'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QXI6YgABUpc/RofGEMyLxbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o5BnmC60iJw/s72-c/pd+bubu+in+purple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5097385982154684564.post-6315368539072403604</id><published>2006-12-20T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T05:55:35.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*yawn*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-6315368539072403604?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/6315368539072403604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=6315368539072403604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/6315368539072403604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/6315368539072403604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2006/12/yawn.html' title=''/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-173173900055158688</id><published>2006-12-19T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T05:53:26.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Does anyone know of a site like blogger &amp;amp; dead journal with the same stuff like them. I've been trying to find a new publishing thing like them but I haven't found one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-173173900055158688?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/173173900055158688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=173173900055158688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/173173900055158688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/173173900055158688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/does-anyone-know-of-site-like-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-2911693854093228216</id><published>2006-12-18T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T05:58:26.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What the heck is this? I'm bad I'm bad. You know it. Join me or else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-2911693854093228216?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2911693854093228216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=2911693854093228216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2911693854093228216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2911693854093228216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-heck-is-this-im-bad-im-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-2416440007597464214</id><published>2006-12-18T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T05:34:18.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing my bloggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Testing, testing, testing.. Okay you got the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-2416440007597464214?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2416440007597464214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=2416440007597464214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2416440007597464214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/2416440007597464214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/12/testing-my-bloggy.html' title='Testing my bloggy'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-3688953170029691706</id><published>2006-12-18T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T05:54:37.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-3688953170029691706?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3688953170029691706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=3688953170029691706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/3688953170029691706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/3688953170029691706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/12/cough.html' title=''/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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-5097385982154684564.post-7923229807099791952</id><published>2006-12-17T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T06:21:14.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, my first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Orang dah ke bulan aku baru nak create blog. haha, i don't know how will i manage my blog. But let see.. with tons of works to do, can I do it? Will I? Just see.. i could recall that I've created blogs at other places. But I didn't post anything new in it. because I get bored of it. Sot let see, how this blog is going to survive.. aite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Everyone's blogging now, and I thought; hey, why don't I give it a try? Blogging. It does sounds interesting. Everyone's obsessions now. Other than ms of fs, right? Maybe I started my blog a little bit too late than others. So what? Better to start one than never. geez.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My blog will be a journal (maybe), or a punching bag to ease my boredom thru writings. That sounds lame. Lame, lame, lame! What a lame-o! Yikes! who will read my blog as I don't have any interesting things to offer? yada..yada..yada~ I'm talking thrash now, so I better stop. c u guys in future posts of mine, maybe 10 years later. hah ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5097385982154684564-7923229807099791952?l=gwenlamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7923229807099791952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5097385982154684564&amp;postID=7923229807099791952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7923229807099791952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5097385982154684564/posts/default/7923229807099791952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gwenlamb.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first-post.html' title='Ah, my first post'/><author><name>lamb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03302442230174632455</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>
