<?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-31063382</id><updated>2012-02-03T02:55:22.959+08:00</updated><category term='CHIJ Track and Field'/><category term='Good Friday'/><category term='change of skin raining'/><category term='She Is Love'/><category term='History MYEs gymnast head prefect'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='National Track and Field Meet'/><category term='stoning'/><category term='ENGLISH EXAM'/><category term='school'/><category term='Midget'/><category term='IJ Fiesta'/><category term='LOL LOL LOL LOL'/><category term='eye infection tag board'/><category term='Bonnx'/><category term='retarted 2-4 yrs olds'/><category term='King Ransom MYE'/><category term='Oasis'/><category term='Awesomest'/><category term='Update.'/><category term='June Holidays&apos;09'/><category term='Murphy Muddy&apos;s'/><category term='saul hudson'/><category term='The Golden Years'/><category term='Founder&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>The Awesomest Shit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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>309</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-3491215186144602141</id><published>2012-02-03T02:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T02:55:22.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To make your eyes catch fire the way they should</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsfpRPYSDRA/TyrZ-_JNG3I/AAAAAAAABA4/TpDIou-F9Wc/s1600/IMG_0930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rsfpRPYSDRA/TyrZ-_JNG3I/AAAAAAAABA4/TpDIou-F9Wc/s320/IMG_0930.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It is 0150h on a Friday morning and I’m listening to Arcade Fire and The Cure. Life’s been pretty much the same old, same old for the past few weeks. On a lighter note, managed to catch up with an old friend after what seemed like a really long time of not talking to each other. It felt good finally meeting an old friend and talking like old times. It feels as though we never actually left each other’s lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now that I’m not working due to all the decision making I’ve to do, it seems as though there are so many things that I want to get done before I start on something official that’s going to pave my future... Definitely not going to make a list because to-do lists are really very useless for someone like me; a person who doesn’t adhere to a piece of paper with tasks scribbled all over. Really am just going to do things at my own pace for now... and just try to soak in as much as life has to offer for now. Sounds like a legit plan, Shari Shimmen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Things has been pretty rough when it comes to the ‘rents decision about me going into prep school for law but hey, life gets really unfair at certain point and I’m trying my best to be as understanding as possible when it comes to their reasons... Which I really don’t think is valid but as long as I don’t have $10,000++, I don’t think I’m in the right position to be all bitchy about this.   I still love the ‘rents all the same and I’m pretty damn sure I’ll still get to be wherever I want to be as long as my heart is still set on it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On a different note, for the past few months I’ve been trying so hard to feel anything from being sad to being hurt and angry but it’s been pretty damn hard. I won’t deny that I was/ am happy with how my life played out with all the amazing people that I’ve met and I was really contented with that but I’ve always had that annoying feeling in me; Which I never figured what exactly was it until recently. It was fucking annoying, really damn fucking annoying not being to get angry at things or the shit people threw at me or feel sad for something which deserves some emotions. I guess when they say “Every time someone you love goes away, they take a part of you with them” is pretty darn true to start off with.... and it was only when I finally managed to catch up with a certain individual was I able to start feeling emotions I thought I was indifferent towards. It feels good, it honestly does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As great as things are right now and as much as I’m loving how things are falling into their places at this point of time, I’m trying my best to not get my hopes up high and keeping my expectations on an all- time low. Whatever happens, I’m pretty convinced myself that what I feel towards that certain individual is pretty stable on its own and I don’t have to receive anything in return from her because being by her side even as a friend would be good enough. I’m just really happy and grateful with how things are between us now and whatever it is, I promise to walk through this with her slowly but steadily. After all that we’ve been through in the past few months and for my eyes + heart to still be set on her, I hope it’d be enough to let her know that my love for her wouldn’t crumble so easily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“I love you. I’ve always loved you all along”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-3491215186144602141?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3491215186144602141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=3491215186144602141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3491215186144602141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3491215186144602141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-make-your-eyes-catch-fire-way-they.html' title='To make your eyes catch fire the way they should'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-rsfpRPYSDRA/TyrZ-_JNG3I/AAAAAAAABA4/TpDIou-F9Wc/s72-c/IMG_0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-2255002976908364385</id><published>2012-01-28T02:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T02:48:58.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to close your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;I will find the time to write whatever that has been on my mind ever since the previous post. Would really love to so right now but my eye lids are getting heavy and the purpose of this post is to just ease my mind a little or else I'd be trying to sleep while thinking about the things I want to write about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;Good night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-2255002976908364385?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2255002976908364385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2255002976908364385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2255002976908364385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2255002976908364385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2012/01/time-to-close-your-eyes.html' title='Time to close your eyes'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5602398013163547842</id><published>2012-01-17T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:22:43.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the right moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;January 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; was a very lovely day. It wasn't spent as some damn awesome place but at work. It was a good decision to put my mobile phone aside while I was working. It felt nice just working the hours away, story telling with my manager, feeling the heat behind the counter and witnessing the disgusting things certain customers do. Away from social networking apps and away from being bugged through texts/ expecting texts from certain people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;To add on to the lovely day, came home to a very nice home cooked meal by mom. She made Japanese curry with beef. Satisfied my craving for beef. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Wingdings'&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt; Add on intensity to my usual work out routine too today after I got home from work. Just downloaded songs into my iTunes and finally uploaded photos I've been wanting to upload. Talking to people who makes me feel at ease. Everything feels so in place today. Fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;Thank you, God for such a wonderful day &amp;lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Times New Roman'&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5602398013163547842?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5602398013163547842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5602398013163547842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5602398013163547842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5602398013163547842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-right-moves.html' title='All the right moves'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5619313696927470053</id><published>2012-01-16T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T03:29:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head is ready to explode</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;It's 3:09 am and I've no bloody idea what am I still doing awake at this hour when I've work later on at 1pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;It's been a really sick weekend(No pun intended) This retarded stomach of mine decided to go back to its old ways of cocking up and so I was down with a terrible stomach + fever for the weekend which made me miss work(+ it was full shift -$$$) Stayed in bed through out Saturday and spent some loving with my bed and just when I decided to fix a level on my bookshelf that my little sister leaned on, my whole bookshelf fell on me. Such luck. Pretty upset right because all of my lovely books are stacked up on the floor. Up till now, I'm still not over how my bookshelf just collapsed. No thanks to my little fat ass sister who just decided to conveniently lean on one of the levels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;I'm sorry for sounding so whinny over a bookshelf + my books but I really treasure and love every single book I've ever gotten from anyone or bought. Books are amazing. Once you start reading a good ass book, you're transported to another world almost instantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;Enough said about my bookshelf. Talking about it only makes me even more upset about it. Le sigh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;On a lighter note, when I had dinner with @cforserious on Thursday evening, I was pleasantly surprised at how genuinely charitable she is. Not that I've never had a good impression of her or what so ever but I just thought what she did is pretty remarkable for someone her age + someone who is always talking about how broke she is. When this old, frail granny came up to us while we were eating at Thong Seng at Bugis selling tissues to us, I gave the granny a dollar which is the usual price for getting 3 packs of tissues. She then said something in mandarin which I didn't understand at all and Cerelia told me to give her a bit more, so I did. After that, Cerelia started having a conversation with her. From what I understood, she asked the granny if she had her dinner already, granny said no so she asked her what she wanted to eat and just showed her the menu like as though it's such a norm to be buying a meal for a random stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;I should be heading to bed soon so..... till then, please learn how to treasure your bookshelves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5619313696927470053?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5619313696927470053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5619313696927470053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5619313696927470053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5619313696927470053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-head-is-ready-to-explode.html' title='My head is ready to explode'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5393127820984906292</id><published>2012-01-11T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T02:34:28.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With what we have, I promise you that we'll keep marching on</title><content type='html'>Let me start off this post by thanking God and all those who supported me through out my journey towards O-levels. My results may not kick ass fantastic but I'm satisfied with it because I gave it all that I've got at that point of time. Struggled to get myself in check and shit along those lines but I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to apply for school today and the lady was so nice. I can't specify the help she's giving me 'cause its classified (I know, I know) but my goodness, I can't believe the amount of blessings I'm receiving at the start of an amazing 2012. #ThankyouGod forever trending in my heart and mind man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice having @cforserious, @JoanDeeJett and @pantiesandbra (previously known as @kellovesboxing) there in the school hall with me to collect my results. After all the crying, we had a late lunch and headed to Keppel Bay to chill at Wine Glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing view, even more fantastic company. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKeqgVZcWwI/Twx9YlQMAcI/AAAAAAAAA8A/b9Iydmwcbws/s1600/IMG_0752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pKeqgVZcWwI/Twx9YlQMAcI/AAAAAAAAA8A/b9Iydmwcbws/s320/IMG_0752.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpJKXqJIA84/Twx9mS5niyI/AAAAAAAAA8I/_5x7ztjW_JI/s1600/IMG_0753.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpJKXqJIA84/Twx9mS5niyI/AAAAAAAAA8I/_5x7ztjW_JI/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUfeaezj3Ig/Twx-zWXX3mI/AAAAAAAAA-I/nKkihVv3S0o/s1600/IMG_0792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUfeaezj3Ig/Twx-zWXX3mI/AAAAAAAAA-I/nKkihVv3S0o/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fucking fail&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c534WkyNBi4/Twx_CPn9FNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/E9BIS3uZNYc/s1600/IMG_0793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c534WkyNBi4/Twx_CPn9FNI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/E9BIS3uZNYc/s320/IMG_0793.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5g6dQaI27WY/Twx_Rs_ctBI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HGawTtPKPUk/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5g6dQaI27WY/Twx_Rs_ctBI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/HGawTtPKPUk/s320/IMG_0794.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah lians of Wine Glass leh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTFjP-4DnT8/Twx_iDkj4zI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Q0kRJ9Po57s/s1600/IMG_0795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hTFjP-4DnT8/Twx_iDkj4zI/AAAAAAAAA-g/Q0kRJ9Po57s/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We the minahs of Keppel Bay sioll&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JaRbmoYQ3hY/TwyAXSis5fI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ifJtg5VhnQI/s320/IMG_0824.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GasSAjNQCFo/TwyAfWkgk9I/AAAAAAAAA_o/-Piu_vRjing/s1600/IMG_0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GasSAjNQCFo/TwyAfWkgk9I/AAAAAAAAA_o/-Piu_vRjing/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, spent last weekend in Batam with @JoanDeeJett and @pantiesandbra. Basically, we had a lot of fun, smoking everywhere and everywhere, fucking whack motorbike rides after midnight at 100km/h without a helmet, drinking 'cause the alcohol is so cheap there, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It felt so good to be there. There are more photos from our stay there but I'm feeling tad lazy~ @cforserious regretted not coming along, HEE HEE HEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfqmbCkP4JA/TwyCHNiqfNI/AAAAAAAAA_w/tb1npfFQSIE/s1600/IMG_0710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HfqmbCkP4JA/TwyCHNiqfNI/AAAAAAAAA_w/tb1npfFQSIE/s320/IMG_0710.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2_zdcRuXSk/TwyCU0CrtzI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-b6SSKawMHo/s1600/IMG_0712.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B2_zdcRuXSk/TwyCU0CrtzI/AAAAAAAAA_4/-b6SSKawMHo/s320/IMG_0712.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tT9a1fsnzMQ/TwyCgoHwq8I/AAAAAAAABAA/82E9wlId9Vs/s1600/IMG_0714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tT9a1fsnzMQ/TwyCgoHwq8I/AAAAAAAABAA/82E9wlId9Vs/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAj76PlMmyk/TwyCugM18SI/AAAAAAAABAI/cCO4idw0L_g/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fAj76PlMmyk/TwyCugM18SI/AAAAAAAABAI/cCO4idw0L_g/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YC1bV88klao/TwyC_EZI1QI/AAAAAAAABAQ/EZCyfBPf-Oo/s1600/IMG_0720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YC1bV88klao/TwyC_EZI1QI/AAAAAAAABAQ/EZCyfBPf-Oo/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlU08j_Ji9M/TwyDOHjxaUI/AAAAAAAABAY/_-RQ8RrLeKU/s1600/IMG_0722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rlU08j_Ji9M/TwyDOHjxaUI/AAAAAAAABAY/_-RQ8RrLeKU/s320/IMG_0722.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wimGzdceaoM/TwyDeSot1gI/AAAAAAAABAg/JgWGsO_QkN0/s1600/IMG_0723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wimGzdceaoM/TwyDeSot1gI/AAAAAAAABAg/JgWGsO_QkN0/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1livRb7269w/TwyDqXqHxGI/AAAAAAAABAo/Yg3d_IriodE/s1600/IMG_0747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1livRb7269w/TwyDqXqHxGI/AAAAAAAABAo/Yg3d_IriodE/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fzd-hbJC5OY/TwyDsPCCAdI/AAAAAAAABAw/h45xuxWN5bo/s1600/IMG_0749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fzd-hbJC5OY/TwyDsPCCAdI/AAAAAAAABAw/h45xuxWN5bo/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met up with my soldiers after coming back. Say hi to @celestineee &amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5393127820984906292?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5393127820984906292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5393127820984906292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5393127820984906292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5393127820984906292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2012/01/with-what-we-have-i-promise-you-that.html' title='With what we have, I promise you that we&apos;ll keep marching on'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-pKeqgVZcWwI/Twx9YlQMAcI/AAAAAAAAA8A/b9Iydmwcbws/s72-c/IMG_0752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-6364062346968483691</id><published>2012-01-03T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T02:58:05.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Skyline</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CHS_vi4uC50/TwH-C8AdDkI/AAAAAAAAA74/fnih1vYj1Ds/s1600/Caprington_Estate_House_by_sookiesooker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CHS_vi4uC50/TwH-C8AdDkI/AAAAAAAAA74/fnih1vYj1Ds/s320/Caprington_Estate_House_by_sookiesooker.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Scottish house in Scotland&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Work later on. And here I am... Not sleeping, talking to Deb on Facebook Chat, spamming @yanaindreas wall, reading up on the different type of buildings, fantasizing about designing a dream house with a Scottish finish + with the beach as a back yard and the city skyline as a view from my roof top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much on the 2nd day of January besides pigging out on the couch while watching E! and Star World. Met @ishotmyzombie, @kellovesboxing and @JoanDeeJett for dinner at Pastamania in West Mall. It was such a horrible dining experience. Never liked Pastamania and after last evening's meal, my dislike for Pastamania has definitely rocketed. Got a haircut and headed back home to watch more E! and a local chinese drama(Don't judge, haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week ahead, lads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-6364062346968483691?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6364062346968483691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=6364062346968483691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6364062346968483691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6364062346968483691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2012/01/city-skyline.html' title='City Skyline'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-CHS_vi4uC50/TwH-C8AdDkI/AAAAAAAAA74/fnih1vYj1Ds/s72-c/Caprington_Estate_House_by_sookiesooker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-1181398503949207573</id><published>2012-01-02T05:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:29:04.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to the freakin' new year</title><content type='html'>So, it's the new years!!!! 2011 has ended and 2012 is here; another year of.... joy, laughter, happiness, yay. *cue to read in a monotone voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to spend the last day of 2011 with the few people I wouldn't be an awkward koala with; @cforserious, @JoanDeeJett, @Kellovesboxing, @yellowskivvies and Zee :-) Had a really pointless argument with Diana and Kel before that which made me feel as though NYE was going to be shitty and the year was going to end in a bitter manner but I'm glad things were fine after I came. Had some Macdonald's and pre drinks at Somerset before heading to Marina Bay Sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the cab with @cforserious to head to Marina Bay Sands and the most disgusting thing happened.... She was singing along to a mandarin song that was playing on the radio. She could even tell me the title and the artist. Well... She's pretty in touch with her roots, troll lol lol. We were all stuck at a traffic congestion near the chop stick memorial so we decided to alight and walked towards the direction of Marina Bay Sands. Before we knew it.... the clock struck midnight and it was good bye 2011, hello 2012!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks display was mesmerizing. We were all commenting on how our taxes, school fees were being burned in the sky while watching it. Pretty much a bummer but hey, it was funny. Watching the fireworks and being there on a brand new year felt so different. Thousands of thoughts ran through my mind while standing there watching the fireworks. Thoughts I never knew that would come back to me and emotions I thought I wouldn't feel after what seem to be a very long time ever since I thought of it/ felt that way. I've to admit that I felt a lot of fear and uncertainty but at the same time, it felt amazing. The fear and uncertainty of what's going to be in store for the year + results + family was over come with the amazing feeling of knowing that I've managed to make it through till the end of 2011 + the blessings I've been receiving the past couple of months + the good company that I was having. Words can't even half describe the emotions I'm trying to put across, ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Marina Bay Sands after that. While waiting, this Chinese Malaysian girl came to us frantically asking if she could borrow a mobile to make an international call because she lost her family. It must have been agony for her when we tried to call her family but the phone lines were all jammed. Her expression and how she exclaimed out loud after she managed to get through was a definite picture perfect moment. Settled for Bazin's. Really nice ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had HoeGaarden for the night. Kel surprised Diana with a Flaming Lambo and Waterfall 'cause she wanted it to be an interesting night. Zee broke her alcohol virginity; hell yeahhhhh. It was about time since she's already 19! There was this crazy group of Indonesians sitting next to us. The girls were... fucking sexy. They started getting high and soon, shit got real w 'em and us! One of the girls started kissing all of us on the lips and when it came to yours truly, she decided that she likes me best, so guess who got lucky~ -eyebrows. Took crazy photos with them and got vodka shoved in the mouth too. All in the name of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck at Marina Bay Sand's Hotel taxi stand for 2 and a half fucking hours after that because the cab drivers all decided to either tout and over charge like fucking bastards, stand around + smoke + put their cabs on busy, just decided not to turn into Marina Bay Sands. Never mind that we were stuck at the queue, I had to take care of two lovely girls whose bodies weren't responding well to the alcohol they had. @cforserious better remembers she said she's never going to drink again + @JoanDeeJett needs to stop puking anywhere she likes, haha. They were such babies but ah well, it's new year, give them face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made&amp;nbsp;acquaintances with these two guys from Germany, an Indian local with his Cebu wife. The local was complaining about how his wife is pregnant and this driver offered to take him to his place in Bugis for $70. That was really touting and over charging at his best. Stood there talking about what bastards the cab drivers were being + random things under the sun. The local kindly gave Kel and I cigarettes to smoke 'cause we ran out. One of the German talked to me about homosexuality too. His views on it got an ultimate amount of respect from me. Finally managed to get a cab and headed for breakfast at Wendy's at town because we couldn't get any rooms. SOME CHIBAI RECEPTIONIST DECIDED TO CONVENIENTLY GIVE OUR ROOM TO ANOTHER PERSON JUST BECAUSE WE WEREN'T THERE "AS SOON AS POSSIBLE" TO CHECK IN. Thanks bitch, happy fucking new year to you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6WQ1J9BGMA/TwDLyIxBzqI/AAAAAAAAA5g/SlmAXaux8JM/s1600/378589_10150495018872080_694787079_8775401_398827395_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6WQ1J9BGMA/TwDLyIxBzqI/AAAAAAAAA5g/SlmAXaux8JM/s320/378589_10150495018872080_694787079_8775401_398827395_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Farhan(@yellowskivves) and Zee. Cute ass couple&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEseisnCX1E/TwDLzU2WlpI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lxzIg2qPdjE/s1600/378683_10150495033247080_694787079_8775506_1424826711_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WEseisnCX1E/TwDLzU2WlpI/AAAAAAAAA5o/lxzIg2qPdjE/s320/378683_10150495033247080_694787079_8775506_1424826711_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A photo with our friends from Indonesia :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbiveFC3gZ8/TwDL0-gMN1I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Sg1xpcSsl-E/s1600/381306_10150495005152080_694787079_8775283_20622541_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XbiveFC3gZ8/TwDL0-gMN1I/AAAAAAAAA5w/Sg1xpcSsl-E/s320/381306_10150495005152080_694787079_8775283_20622541_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet @cforserious. This is a pretty funny photo 'cause Zee commented on how both our heads went in the same direction&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysNqudFuJTk/TwDL2CxpjxI/AAAAAAAAA58/mQllXILcuPI/s1600/381920_10150494974057080_694787079_8775170_309501172_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysNqudFuJTk/TwDL2CxpjxI/AAAAAAAAA58/mQllXILcuPI/s320/381920_10150494974057080_694787079_8775170_309501172_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Putri Diana (@JoanDeeJett) with Zee. Beautiful young ladies&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_4qBYcgghg/TwDL3lK3BuI/AAAAAAAAA6E/UIjUCymkc3I/s1600/382908_10150494941007080_694787079_8774642_2070596272_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_4qBYcgghg/TwDL3lK3BuI/AAAAAAAAA6E/UIjUCymkc3I/s320/382908_10150494941007080_694787079_8774642_2070596272_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Kel (kellovesboxing) aka the bar tender from T.G.I.Friday's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgdGMO1059g/TwDL4_hF-_I/AAAAAAAAA6M/VA0VZWbWANc/s1600/385073_10150494913122080_694787079_8774362_1480119770_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cgdGMO1059g/TwDL4_hF-_I/AAAAAAAAA6M/VA0VZWbWANc/s320/385073_10150494913122080_694787079_8774362_1480119770_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;@JoanDeeJett, @kellovesboxing, @awesomeshit, @cforserious&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKj-ete7MeM/TwDL6QNGfuI/AAAAAAAAA6U/vlc96rqvR68/s1600/385160_10150494933977080_694787079_8774552_1448154404_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKj-ete7MeM/TwDL6QNGfuI/AAAAAAAAA6U/vlc96rqvR68/s320/385160_10150494933977080_694787079_8774552_1448154404_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waterfall (sadly, isn't any shot w the lighted bottle)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c93JeZaOdIA/TwDL8YvN6jI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VNHpvgQYOCA/s1600/389424_10150494917472080_694787079_8774413_1400671292_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c93JeZaOdIA/TwDL8YvN6jI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/VNHpvgQYOCA/s320/389424_10150494917472080_694787079_8774413_1400671292_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful pair&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyvtKNWcRK0/TwDL90AnyHI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3AKQ_lKrvi8/s1600/389489_10150494919427080_694787079_8774437_1694696124_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyvtKNWcRK0/TwDL90AnyHI/AAAAAAAAA6g/3AKQ_lKrvi8/s320/389489_10150494919427080_694787079_8774437_1694696124_n.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The yellow and dirty fellas for the night. #kidding&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrbVgP2_2Po/TwDL_PRyPPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/N_L-A2iVYfI/s1600/395254_10150494937787080_694787079_8774608_687976290_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VrbVgP2_2Po/TwDL_PRyPPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/N_L-A2iVYfI/s320/395254_10150494937787080_694787079_8774608_687976290_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you order your beer, it's something to be taken seriously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1H7KFnP7qI/TwDMABjLgdI/AAAAAAAAA6w/E66hA1EIu7E/s1600/398433_10150494959512080_694787079_8774956_1615090254_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1H7KFnP7qI/TwDMABjLgdI/AAAAAAAAA6w/E66hA1EIu7E/s320/398433_10150494959512080_694787079_8774956_1615090254_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol at Farhan's reaction!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_DgLteAizk/TwDMBsFZTUI/AAAAAAAAA68/SrUz9F5SthA/s1600/402315_10150494950542080_694787079_8774762_286879034_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O_DgLteAizk/TwDMBsFZTUI/AAAAAAAAA68/SrUz9F5SthA/s320/402315_10150494950542080_694787079_8774762_286879034_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hungry eyes~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-6bpInOC68/TwDMDPEgxrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wUekHgNzK4Q/s1600/402434_10150495035137080_694787079_8775517_393393570_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-6bpInOC68/TwDMDPEgxrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/wUekHgNzK4Q/s320/402434_10150495035137080_694787079_8775517_393393570_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They love being all over each other. Public Display of Affection on over drive&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPaJVulr4vY/TwDMEgO8z_I/AAAAAAAAA7I/BJXFFR3twhM/s1600/403015_10150495006627080_694787079_8775297_557776261_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EPaJVulr4vY/TwDMEgO8z_I/AAAAAAAAA7I/BJXFFR3twhM/s320/403015_10150495006627080_694787079_8775297_557776261_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look fucking ass sleepy here and @cforserious just looks stupid. *cue for uhmmz expression. #kidding&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQJ7i-sKHN4/TwDMF2ny3jI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/M-QvRUmjcnc/s1600/404215_10150494921882080_694787079_8774461_346977889_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yQJ7i-sKHN4/TwDMF2ny3jI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/M-QvRUmjcnc/s320/404215_10150494921882080_694787079_8774461_346977889_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our happy family portrait. My mama and papa. :-) They treat me like their child. I suka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home and slept like a baby till 3:23pm. Got up, had a bite, watched How I Met Your Mother, New Girl, Beethoven the movie, cleaned the house then got ready to head to Queensway for some damn good Chicken Curry. Weird as me had my curry without any chicken because I only like the potatoes. Diana decided that she wanted a kite so Kel got her one and we were off to West Coast Beach to go kite flying at 10pm!!!! IT WAS SO THRILLING. Totally enjoyed the experience. Learnt how to fly the kite properly and I can't wait for the next time I'm going to fly a kite!!!!! Which reminds me... I should go fly the family's helicopter soon!!!! AH~, so many things that I want to do this year. Had a quick supper before checking the Traffic Police/ Cisco fine at the AXS machine... I could have swore I felt everything I ate coming out from my stomach. Two hundred fucking dollars, say whuuuuuuuuuut. Got home fairly early at 1:30am and watched the Kardashians on tele for &amp;nbsp;a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcJ27V4oSgE/TwDMYKJpmkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/zpna1JY2mDw/s1600/IMG_0640%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcJ27V4oSgE/TwDMYKJpmkI/AAAAAAAAA7c/zpna1JY2mDw/s320/IMG_0640%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The mighty rainbow kite flying high up in the star sparkled sky&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwqP8M8W_XA/TwDMkN_STMI/AAAAAAAAA7k/E_Zx7k8VNbM/s1600/IMG_0642%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hwqP8M8W_XA/TwDMkN_STMI/AAAAAAAAA7k/E_Zx7k8VNbM/s320/IMG_0642%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;@JoanDeeJett's top doesn't match her tribal cardigan at all.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmAxqXv8Etc/TwDM1A9aaFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/l3GKT2deKkE/s1600/IMG_0643%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmAxqXv8Etc/TwDM1A9aaFI/AAAAAAAAA7s/l3GKT2deKkE/s320/IMG_0643%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Told you they have PDA on over drive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:04am.. Looks like I'll be sleeping in today!!!! Might head over to the library to read though. Loving how the first month of the year is playing out. My fingers and toes are crossed that results on January 10th would be good and do some justice to the studying I did... Well, I know I was fucking distracted through out the O-level period. I felt disappointed that I wasn't good enough to even be spared for the fact that I was sitting for a major exam but ah well, fuck that. Dear God, please show me some grace for my results, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to end 2011 and start 2012. Here's to another year of anything positive and anything negative to everyone. Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjWAOEHuafE/TwDLvULwwII/AAAAAAAAA5U/bCHj5vIhw-Y/s1600/375525_10150494946267080_694787079_8774704_1277730744_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YjWAOEHuafE/TwDLvULwwII/AAAAAAAAA5U/bCHj5vIhw-Y/s320/375525_10150494946267080_694787079_8774704_1277730744_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay, flower power. Pew pew pew!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-1181398503949207573?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1181398503949207573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1181398503949207573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1181398503949207573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1181398503949207573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2012/01/cheers-to-freakin-new-year.html' title='Cheers to the freakin&apos; new year'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-W6WQ1J9BGMA/TwDLyIxBzqI/AAAAAAAAA5g/SlmAXaux8JM/s72-c/378589_10150495018872080_694787079_8775401_398827395_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-1693934515734353260</id><published>2011-12-27T17:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:09:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O' Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Had one of the best Christmas eve I've had in the past couple of years. Headed for midnight mass with @cforserious + Nina and her family at Cathedral of Good Shepard. Saw quite a few of familiar faces which included Mr. Armstrong and Mrs. Lee from school. It was a beautiful mass and it kind of got me into the Christmas spirit (Honestly, I wasn't feeling it all due to work) Homily by the archbishop was good too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headed for a round of drinks at Bobby's(or was it Harry's... I'm not too sure about that) at CHIJMES after that with Nina's family + @cforserious. Had a good, good Hoegaarden; all time favourite white beer. Managed to catch up with Nina for a bit. After Nina and her family left, chilled around with @cforserious for awhile more before we headed to T.G.I.F @ Heeren's for more drinks. @Kellovesboxing was working so waited for him to close the bar before heading to @JoanDeeJett's for breakfast. Only got home at 8am and it was hell during family lunch @Aunty Seline's due to the lack of sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent the evening of Christmas Day with @JoanDeeJett and @pussycircus before heading to T.G.I.F again to meet @kellovesboxing and @cforserious. Wasn't really in a good mood for some bloody reason but ah well, it was a good evening with good company nonetheless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boxing Day was spent at Grand dad's having lunch. Had really good pastries, cakes and tea there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always adored going for family gathering on Christmas because first of all, I get to see everyone + there's always a lot of laughter and good vibes going around but this year's was a bit of a sad affair because slightly more than half of the family wasn't there. They were in Melbourne and joined Louisa's husband's family for Christmas. Ah well, there's New Year's gathering to look forward to so it's all good~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a gathering at @Celestineee's place. #soldiers had full attendance so it was hell fucking awesome. Had lots of fun with the rest too (i.e @meatrah, @cforserious, Shivy boy, Lance) Work was torture the next day though due to the lack of sleep from the festive weekend. It was worth it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been pretty awesome so far and when I came in to work today, my manager and her sister(@DalianahAdrianna) gave me a book for Christmas!!!! By Hennings. Felt pretty bad though because I didn't get them anything. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently waiting for @cforserious at Serangoon for some karaoke with @JoanDeeJett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good evening, you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-1693934515734353260?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1693934515734353260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1693934515734353260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1693934515734353260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1693934515734353260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-christmas-day.html' title='O&apos; Christmas Day'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-3758427532986704356</id><published>2011-12-18T03:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T03:43:56.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even if we're miles apart</title><content type='html'>Hi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a post to remind you that no matter what happens, I'm always going to be right next to you wherever you are (even if we're miles away from each other) &lt;br /&gt;I'll always be there for you to share your joys and sorrows, when you need someone to cuddle with, someone to have a good laugh with and someone to fall back on when you're feeling weak and vulnerable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: It's okay to be afraid&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-3758427532986704356?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3758427532986704356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=3758427532986704356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3758427532986704356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3758427532986704356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/12/even-if-were-miles-apart.html' title='Even if we&apos;re miles apart'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-2925780823587350533</id><published>2011-12-15T03:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T03:22:00.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a blink of an eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSLwMDcK3zY/Tuj2_ipjl5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/ALlvYF_JxWQ/s1600/link%2Bbridge%2Bgeylang%2Bbahru%2Band%2Bbendemeer.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSLwMDcK3zY/Tuj2_ipjl5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/ALlvYF_JxWQ/s320/link%2Bbridge%2Bgeylang%2Bbahru%2Band%2Bbendemeer.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686066101048547218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   (View of Geylang Bahru Bridge @ Kallang in the day.)&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 16 more days left in 2011. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is really passing by super fast... In a blink of an eye, it's going to be January 2012, damn.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've yet to do the things I said I would do before the year ends. This sucks. As much as I would like to believe that I'm a very busy kid, I know I'm just aimlessly wasting (most of) my days away by doing things like sleep all day, smoke/ eat/ lepak all day &amp;amp; night but(!!!!!!!!!!) I did do things which aren't so meaningless like doing the chores, apply for a job, spend time with loved ones + wonderful friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yan is over at my place for the week... Back to how we used to crash at my old place for the whole of December in 2010. This is sweet despite the things we have to commit to individually. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had one of the best nights in 2011 on the 13th. Had some really good Chicken Curry from Queensway while lepaking~ at Kallang River/Geylang Bahru Bridge with @cforserious at night then headed up to spend time with @Syafiqyesiam and @yanaindreas. We did so much catching up and it felt so good to be sitting around @syafiqyesiam's kitchen, munching on food, smoking &amp;amp; drinking milk. It was a good, good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, it's time for Yan &amp;amp; I to pig out in the kitchen~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-2925780823587350533?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2925780823587350533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2925780823587350533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2925780823587350533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2925780823587350533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='In a blink of an eye'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSLwMDcK3zY/Tuj2_ipjl5I/AAAAAAAAA5I/ALlvYF_JxWQ/s72-c/link%2Bbridge%2Bgeylang%2Bbahru%2Band%2Bbendemeer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-776269371962867707</id><published>2011-12-08T03:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T03:46:10.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sACD7V9fwE/Tt_BqnHUZVI/AAAAAAAAA48/28feqZ6YAUA/s1600/390071_10150441525243749_590293748_8694475_849942322_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sACD7V9fwE/Tt_BqnHUZVI/AAAAAAAAA48/28feqZ6YAUA/s320/390071_10150441525243749_590293748_8694475_849942322_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683474192563201362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for my thoughts: I can't believe it's already freaking December. The last month of 2011!!!!! Woah, time really flies when Life is treating you good eh? (and not to mention: a lot of tough times)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past weeks ever since Graduation Night has been filled with a lot of late nights, drinking, late night suppers, way too early breakfast, drinking and... more drinking. It's been crazy but I'm having a fantastic time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 30th last month, celebrated @kellovesboxing 18th birthday. It was bloody awesome. Beyond awesome actually. Diana and I booked a premium room at Studio M Singapore and had a few friends over for some drinks and.... POTLUCK(!!!!!!!!!!!!) It was a damn chilled night with Truth or Dare, lame magic tricks, hilarious conversations and... a lot of snoring after 5am. Enjoyed myself throughly. Hope the birthday boy enjoyed himself too + it's rare for Diana to be planning something for her boyfriend, troll lol lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 3rd/ 4th December was the Standard Chartered Marathon so there was 24 hour MRT service!!!!!!! Good shit man. @kellovesboxing, @JoanDeeJett, @cforserious and I decided to make full use that. Lepak-ed at Suicide Bridge with @cforserious while the lovers went for a movie(Bloody Immortals -_-) and had breakfast at 5am. It was a good, good but fucking ass draining night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are still a lot of nonsensical + hilarious shit that I want to mention but... laziness is getting the better of me :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, with all the fun that I've been having, I really hope for the best for the dearest mommy who isn't doing so well right now + Fiq's atok. May God's grace be with you two always to see you through this very tough period of time. Stay strong and safe in the hospital, mom. See you in the afternoon, I love you x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Another penny for my thoughts: It's fucking sucky to know that I'm only starting to treasure the people around me more with has happened/ been happening. I don't want to lose my mom, at least not for now. She's strong, she's always been a fighter so I'd hope she would stay stronger than ever and be a better fighter to at least be able to do the things she told me she wants to do when @JoanDeeJett &amp;amp; I visited her just now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-776269371962867707?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/776269371962867707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=776269371962867707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/776269371962867707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/776269371962867707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/12/time-of-my-life.html' title='Time of my life'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2sACD7V9fwE/Tt_BqnHUZVI/AAAAAAAAA48/28feqZ6YAUA/s72-c/390071_10150441525243749_590293748_8694475_849942322_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-5473098741031075226</id><published>2011-11-22T05:46:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:29:14.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Night 2011</title><content type='html'>The crazy hectic week after O-levels has finally ended. Mixed emotions about it because after all the studying, discussions/ planning for Graduation Night(According to Becky: Prom without Boys) and all the rushing to get things done an hour before prom, it has all come to an end; officially our last 'school related event'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I had more than just a blast at prom which was held at Marriott Singapore. Nothing much on the prom organized by the school but more of the thrill of seeing my juniors (Secondary 4 girls) and the Secondary 5 girls all dressed up, spending the night as one HUGE IJ Family. Some photos from prom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-27KE-5Z1fcM/TsrL5bf2WdI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/eT_ON6Rsdp0/s1600/303786_10150356782657202_649627201_8403251_572105260_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-27KE-5Z1fcM/TsrL5bf2WdI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/eT_ON6Rsdp0/s320/303786_10150356782657202_649627201_8403251_572105260_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677574467748256210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soldiers; My lovely ladies. Loving them forever &amp;amp; always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PiLtpFwUJ8/TsrL5eM5cWI/AAAAAAAAA3M/XD1DdDELbWw/s1600/317417_10150575778648849_783333848_11867780_585749226_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PiLtpFwUJ8/TsrL5eM5cWI/AAAAAAAAA3M/XD1DdDELbWw/s320/317417_10150575778648849_783333848_11867780_585749226_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677574468474073442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look who came to crash#01. The lady who shot her zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vR4s8oxz08/TsrLWbLoW9I/AAAAAAAAA28/rU6WEVPCebU/s1600/314664_301974493160287_100000432164086_1108560_1405382675_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vR4s8oxz08/TsrLWbLoW9I/AAAAAAAAA28/rU6WEVPCebU/s320/314664_301974493160287_100000432164086_1108560_1405382675_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573866368031698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janelle! She loves meow meows too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-giJt5mUKl4c/TsrLVm6VrLI/AAAAAAAAA2w/D-OjCI_B7BQ/s1600/377525_10150420392293817_679708816_8129654_2059121755_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-giJt5mUKl4c/TsrLVm6VrLI/AAAAAAAAA2w/D-OjCI_B7BQ/s320/377525_10150420392293817_679708816_8129654_2059121755_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573852336860338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claudia Yong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFN1EtOzGO0/TsrLU4RfUKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/wD2GTYgRdHA/s1600/386756_10150420392108817_679708816_8129652_386848452_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xFN1EtOzGO0/TsrLU4RfUKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/wD2GTYgRdHA/s320/386756_10150420392108817_679708816_8129652_386848452_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573839817494690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coolest photo taken during prom :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86nUs3PHhnA/TsrLU0x-v-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Qf0XUfMeO1s/s1600/376578_10150420391708817_679708816_8129647_1067386588_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-86nUs3PHhnA/TsrLU0x-v-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Qf0XUfMeO1s/s320/376578_10150420391708817_679708816_8129647_1067386588_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573838880030690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mighty Val's armpit photo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2na8BPX7G3A/TsrLUgPpswI/AAAAAAAAA2M/bwq7gQZgtq0/s1600/320642_10150420391893817_679708816_8129650_1809986752_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2na8BPX7G3A/TsrLUgPpswI/AAAAAAAAA2M/bwq7gQZgtq0/s320/320642_10150420391893817_679708816_8129650_1809986752_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573833367335682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWLthuWM8DY/TsrK3KZ-cZI/AAAAAAAAA18/uOkAn0Za9H0/s1600/311802_10150356799717202_649627201_8403366_2021290637_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HWLthuWM8DY/TsrK3KZ-cZI/AAAAAAAAA18/uOkAn0Za9H0/s320/311802_10150356799717202_649627201_8403366_2021290637_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573329288851858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids at table 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcd7JXDZE4I/TsrK2SigpVI/AAAAAAAAA10/9k517J8iZcM/s1600/302533_10150356783477202_649627201_8403259_1634170359_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcd7JXDZE4I/TsrK2SigpVI/AAAAAAAAA10/9k517J8iZcM/s320/302533_10150356783477202_649627201_8403259_1634170359_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573314292262226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet my Ah Tan, Lynnette Tan Shi Ying :-B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1r9MGSBFp08/TsrK2HUhjDI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Is-2pxnyL9U/s1600/376101_10150356786907202_649627201_8403291_921543767_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1r9MGSBFp08/TsrK2HUhjDI/AAAAAAAAA1k/Is-2pxnyL9U/s320/376101_10150356786907202_649627201_8403291_921543767_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573311280811058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Zhi Ying, Track &amp;amp; Field Captain '10-'11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIUyykgTl7Y/TsrK14xWLYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/b9OG6sD6zoE/s1600/328578_10150472600265996_597860995_11055594_1342176021_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TIUyykgTl7Y/TsrK14xWLYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/b9OG6sD6zoE/s320/328578_10150472600265996_597860995_11055594_1342176021_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573307375168898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet the prom crasher #02. The girl who loves tea aka. MaroonMonday on Youtube! Catch her this Wednesday, 6pm at the open area outside 313's Marche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNuxqeS3bsg/TsrK1obNXZI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/D1TJ4UNkDVM/s1600/326008_10150472594520996_597860995_11055576_1338034151_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lNuxqeS3bsg/TsrK1obNXZI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/D1TJ4UNkDVM/s320/326008_10150472594520996_597860995_11055576_1338034151_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677573302987349394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa Rodrigues! Miss this girl so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT8pBREE_Wk/TsrKLJHevJI/AAAAAAAAA1E/jUcKO_tbg2c/s1600/378962_10150356802732202_649627201_8403394_1016825050_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OT8pBREE_Wk/TsrKLJHevJI/AAAAAAAAA1E/jUcKO_tbg2c/s320/378962_10150356802732202_649627201_8403394_1016825050_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677572573028596882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiana and I with Ms. Champion. The teacher who saw me grow up since I entered the gates of IJ, hahahaha &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hyIKIUfcU_Q/TsrKK6zGtgI/AAAAAAAAA04/LubhpV4-8iE/s1600/324724_10150575745573849_783333848_11867721_388654217_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hyIKIUfcU_Q/TsrKK6zGtgI/AAAAAAAAA04/LubhpV4-8iE/s320/324724_10150575745573849_783333848_11867721_388654217_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677572569185039874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmine Alisa Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zy5MFrwyhM8/TsrKKQXUbeI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Z83xIqbzeF0/s1600/325856_10150575742888849_783333848_11867716_127234958_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zy5MFrwyhM8/TsrKKQXUbeI/AAAAAAAAA0s/Z83xIqbzeF0/s320/325856_10150575742888849_783333848_11867716_127234958_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677572557794209250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebecca Rose Morais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1kiXeqbmHY/TsrKJiEAgPI/AAAAAAAAA0g/nLs0nNpEI2g/s1600/327630_10150575733178849_783333848_11867701_1518366336_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M1kiXeqbmHY/TsrKJiEAgPI/AAAAAAAAA0g/nLs0nNpEI2g/s320/327630_10150575733178849_783333848_11867701_1518366336_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677572545365180658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Janina Deocareza- Soria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cASjdbQZLdI/TsrKJW6wj7I/AAAAAAAAA0U/knQKMS46kOI/s1600/341227_10150575747443849_783333848_11867732_1453561232_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cASjdbQZLdI/TsrKJW6wj7I/AAAAAAAAA0U/knQKMS46kOI/s320/341227_10150575747443849_783333848_11867732_1453561232_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677572542373597106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celestine Josephine Emmanuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fy84PMl0zE/TsrJK5NhK3I/AAAAAAAAA0E/J2V1yad3_Tg/s1600/318618_10150376410829200_597394199_8507805_453083328_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Fy84PMl0zE/TsrJK5NhK3I/AAAAAAAAA0E/J2V1yad3_Tg/s320/318618_10150376410829200_597394199_8507805_453083328_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571469247327090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our very own super star: Roobini Daley!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3lUpOGnLJU/TsrJKAXvEXI/AAAAAAAAAz4/o_56Rcys0fA/s1600/312288_265324850184488_100001209260003_834110_1950280657_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3lUpOGnLJU/TsrJKAXvEXI/AAAAAAAAAz4/o_56Rcys0fA/s320/312288_265324850184488_100001209260003_834110_1950280657_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571453989359986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shirley Kusumo! Secondary 1/5's Chair person &amp;amp; Vice chair person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci8yK6Ce_40/TsrJJeZMR-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/0OXJKSg_djk/s1600/166959_10150356799902202_649627201_8403368_1082079668_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ci8yK6Ce_40/TsrJJeZMR-I/AAAAAAAAAzs/0OXJKSg_djk/s320/166959_10150356799902202_649627201_8403368_1082079668_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571444868663266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's up, the cool kids from table 41 again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFfgCHyT3Zs/TsrJI-Is84I/AAAAAAAAAzg/4_KoLpaNrYY/s1600/319694_10150356784867202_649627201_8403269_362844777_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFfgCHyT3Zs/TsrJI-Is84I/AAAAAAAAAzg/4_KoLpaNrYY/s320/319694_10150356784867202_649627201_8403269_362844777_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571436209566594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beautiful ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeHuAYsPeRs/TsrJI87qagI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ei2NcBZoQbc/s1600/377785_10150356782932202_649627201_8403254_591385868_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TeHuAYsPeRs/TsrJI87qagI/AAAAAAAAAzU/ei2NcBZoQbc/s320/377785_10150356782932202_649627201_8403254_591385868_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571435886438914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0yTTUCQoWA/TsrIzBWnHiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tH2UWLpp_GY/s1600/377050_10150356789742202_649627201_8403305_889809952_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0yTTUCQoWA/TsrIzBWnHiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tH2UWLpp_GY/s320/377050_10150356789742202_649627201_8403305_889809952_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571059116088866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2011 sitting partner, sup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHdW614z2-U/TsrIyryEPzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/KUNFYjxa8k0/s1600/389950_10150376349019200_597394199_8507512_710213079_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHdW614z2-U/TsrIyryEPzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/KUNFYjxa8k0/s320/389950_10150376349019200_597394199_8507512_710213079_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571053325664050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CHILLI PADI!!!!! Deanne Tan Su-Ling. Amazing friend :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2SmSudQHVE/TsrIx1WJBII/AAAAAAAAAyk/cMut38KfHlE/s1600/391743_10150356801562202_649627201_8403384_1440337167_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2SmSudQHVE/TsrIx1WJBII/AAAAAAAAAyk/cMut38KfHlE/s320/391743_10150356801562202_649627201_8403384_1440337167_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571038713021570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBEuNC9l8co/TsrIxpZu8JI/AAAAAAAAAyY/bFgsk-qOE5g/s1600/391804_10150385674803441_729153440_8404610_1390473047_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cBEuNC9l8co/TsrIxpZu8JI/AAAAAAAAAyY/bFgsk-qOE5g/s320/391804_10150385674803441_729153440_8404610_1390473047_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677571035506864274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christine Lee!!!! She's damn noisy, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up... Photos from the after party of prom. We all went crazy but hey!!! It was our prom night and man, we had a blast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aky7MEIs7UQ/TsrP4NrprYI/AAAAAAAAA4k/JpxHH_8_FYQ/s1600/326459_10150575764943849_783333848_11867761_704496008_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aky7MEIs7UQ/TsrP4NrprYI/AAAAAAAAA4k/JpxHH_8_FYQ/s320/326459_10150575764943849_783333848_11867761_704496008_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677578844906302850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FbgD6WQH4k/TsrPR2zCPBI/AAAAAAAAA4U/WtY1S4HOYp0/s1600/379056_10150356956712202_649627201_8403623_1951361536_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--FbgD6WQH4k/TsrPR2zCPBI/AAAAAAAAA4U/WtY1S4HOYp0/s320/379056_10150356956712202_649627201_8403623_1951361536_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677578185928227858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet the Indians!!!!! Haha, #kidding. Meet Shiv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1igUrMxMmb4/TsrPRvH8JJI/AAAAAAAAA4E/AJfDuLdHlp8/s1600/393214_10150356957887202_649627201_8403637_1007991460_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1igUrMxMmb4/TsrPRvH8JJI/AAAAAAAAA4E/AJfDuLdHlp8/s320/393214_10150356957887202_649627201_8403637_1007991460_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677578183868425362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is a really cute photo of Celestine and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrqJE_sTNJI/TsrPReS2XPI/AAAAAAAAA38/XhP-9dSOSdY/s1600/377444_10150356963217202_649627201_8403681_588003565_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FrqJE_sTNJI/TsrPReS2XPI/AAAAAAAAA38/XhP-9dSOSdY/s320/377444_10150356963217202_649627201_8403681_588003565_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677578179350781170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hBQQN8yU5U/TsrPQ_d1ToI/AAAAAAAAA3w/G73xQsPPxvQ/s1600/316259_10150356957057202_649627201_8403627_1223949954_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2hBQQN8yU5U/TsrPQ_d1ToI/AAAAAAAAA3w/G73xQsPPxvQ/s320/316259_10150356957057202_649627201_8403627_1223949954_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677578171075350146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W98cQ18-k0E/TsrPQrYDh5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/kZFbsWvZnVo/s1600/310163_10150356956957202_649627201_8403626_1211128860_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W98cQ18-k0E/TsrPQrYDh5I/AAAAAAAAA3k/kZFbsWvZnVo/s320/310163_10150356956957202_649627201_8403626_1211128860_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677578165682407314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is about it for prom. All I can say is that IJ is forever a part of me. I've never regretted putting 7001 as my first choice for Secondary School Posting. An IJ experience is priceless. And my girls, they're priceless + precious. I love 'em like how a fat boy loves cake. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5473098741031075226?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5473098741031075226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5473098741031075226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5473098741031075226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5473098741031075226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/11/graduation-night-2011.html' title='Graduation Night 2011'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-27KE-5Z1fcM/TsrL5bf2WdI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/eT_ON6Rsdp0/s72-c/303786_10150356782657202_649627201_8403251_572105260_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-4691486995155449105</id><published>2011-11-15T02:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:44:38.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16mm</title><content type='html'>I was honestly planning on writing the night away on this blog but... the lack of sleep for the past month is already taking its toll on me tonight. It's also the end of O-levels for me so I should really just catch up on my sleep now but before that, here are some photos from the past week. Enjoy x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14th November 2011: Lepak~ at Becky's house w my ladies to let loose after a tough month of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw-31pri5Z8/TsFgAC1Q5KI/AAAAAAAAAyM/wmJNnh2CmNU/s1600/327574_10150567060553849_783333848_11838524_513163380_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw-31pri5Z8/TsFgAC1Q5KI/AAAAAAAAAyM/wmJNnh2CmNU/s320/327574_10150567060553849_783333848_11838524_513163380_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674922559340078242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdY8wDEgko4/TsFf_h90buI/AAAAAAAAAyA/bRv4z-xm37o/s1600/327179_10150567101493849_783333848_11838712_390081018_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdY8wDEgko4/TsFf_h90buI/AAAAAAAAAyA/bRv4z-xm37o/s320/327179_10150567101493849_783333848_11838712_390081018_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674922550517591778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6jY9RAQ1pY/TsFf_RbwEwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/DFIlw3ZoMqY/s1600/327051_10150566733798849_783333848_11836960_1482561599_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6jY9RAQ1pY/TsFf_RbwEwI/AAAAAAAAAx0/DFIlw3ZoMqY/s320/327051_10150566733798849_783333848_11836960_1482561599_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674922546079732482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing's ever going to replace the places they all hold in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSmIIM9nswk/TsFfnBCMIeI/AAAAAAAAAxo/QpuMga-TIqI/s1600/324735_10150567109838849_783333848_11838795_1110393915_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jSmIIM9nswk/TsFfnBCMIeI/AAAAAAAAAxo/QpuMga-TIqI/s320/324735_10150567109838849_783333848_11838795_1110393915_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674922129360691682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-okdQsEbNA5I/TsFfmJh6piI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8NeP1A8WuDg/s1600/318328_10150566729773849_783333848_11836940_849590509_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-okdQsEbNA5I/TsFfmJh6piI/AAAAAAAAAxg/8NeP1A8WuDg/s320/318328_10150566729773849_783333848_11836940_849590509_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674922114461378082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11th November: Managed to catch up with Jerri @ Republic Poly while supporting Shaz for her performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HDoxg0E8Qw/TsFfl5Ua6cI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yTjorMABGPE/s1600/331616_10150560776828849_783333848_11809541_1539416030_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HDoxg0E8Qw/TsFfl5Ua6cI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/yTjorMABGPE/s320/331616_10150560776828849_783333848_11809541_1539416030_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674922110109804994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random lepak~ night @ Panjang with Diana and Kel. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ee0eV8Vgks/TsFflnb20QI/AAAAAAAAAxA/tsmU1EjZbPU/s1600/9d3469560d5611e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ee0eV8Vgks/TsFflnb20QI/AAAAAAAAAxA/tsmU1EjZbPU/s320/9d3469560d5611e1a87612313804ec91_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674922105309155586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1WsukHGSSI/TsFflmaW_FI/AAAAAAAAAw4/fmQyvHEiA8Q/s1600/1cf860d00d5611e19896123138142014_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--1WsukHGSSI/TsFflmaW_FI/AAAAAAAAAw4/fmQyvHEiA8Q/s320/1cf860d00d5611e19896123138142014_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674922105034439762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/31063382-4691486995155449105?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4691486995155449105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4691486995155449105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4691486995155449105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4691486995155449105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/11/16mm.html' title='16mm'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pw-31pri5Z8/TsFgAC1Q5KI/AAAAAAAAAyM/wmJNnh2CmNU/s72-c/327574_10150567060553849_783333848_11838524_513163380_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-7259400281676385342</id><published>2011-10-19T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T02:28:52.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose your clothes &amp; show your scars</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is officially the start of all my O-levels written papers. I have so much running through my mind and it pretty much sucks because I feel as though my brain isn't really maximized to its fullest potential. Been doing math like crazy because it's undeniably my weakest subject. I'm determined to pass it, I have to man... Geez after all the effort I've been putting in, I better get at least the minimum pass!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought nothing would ever hurt me again but no, I was wrong. I thought all the hurt and emotional bullshit is all over and done with but... when I stumble upon something by accident, I could feel my heart up my throat and I could feel myself choking. Being someone's biggest regret and mistake is the most terrible thing to be on Earth. Bloody terrible especially when the girl's someone you have had the best times of your life with, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the most comfortable in my own skin whenever I was with her. Our relationship was crazy. With every single thing that she did, I fell in love with her even more. I wasn't even looking for anyone to date when I met her, that's the best part of it all. It felt like it was fated for us to have had each other around. If I could go back in time, there's only one thing I would change. What happened on that fateful night. Just that night and I swear I'd be the happiest person alive for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when does you'll get over it begins?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7259400281676385342?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7259400281676385342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7259400281676385342&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7259400281676385342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7259400281676385342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/10/lose-your-clothes-show-your-scares.html' title='Lose your clothes &amp; show your scars'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-7700259627195267426</id><published>2011-10-17T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:20:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doubting each other, because you know that the other person is there to reassure you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fighting, passion needs to be in a relationship, people argue and make up, the fact they make up makes it all worthwhile."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7700259627195267426?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7700259627195267426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7700259627195267426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7700259627195267426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7700259627195267426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-is.html' title='Love is'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5169646512721190484</id><published>2011-10-12T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:00:42.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will be fine</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today was one crazy ride of emotions. I had a lot of time to think things over and a lot of time for the words that she said to sink in. It still hurts to a certain degree thinking about what she said and knowing that she's completely over this relationship/ moved on to another dude but I guess what everyone around me have been trying to say is finally starting to take its effect on me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't deny that it'd be hard to see her with that guy but what is done is done. We had our good times and we had our chance at love. Perhaps I wasn't the one for her and I wasn't the one that was able to give her hope but at least for me, this relationship has made me a better person. I'm still trying to be better but hey, that's something good taken out of the relationship. Minus all the petty fighting and shitty misery I put her through, I think it was good while it lasted. She may not see any good in the relationship but I did and that's good enough for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah fuck, just did something really stupid. I shouldn't have looked at the old activities we shared on Facebook and stuff. Memories are flooding back in my head but I will be fine. I'll get over this, I'm getting there. She may not have anything good to remember me by but I'll always think of her as the girl I met at *$. It's always better to remember someone in the good light than to be bitter about what they did/ say which hurt you right? I don't know but yeah, I'm sticking to that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All along I thought the closure that I needed was something all sweet and lovely dovey but I realised sometimes it's better when the closure it's more amicable and monotone 'cause it only makes it easier for at least one party to move on. Knowing that she doesn't love me anymore kinda makes it easier to move on though it hurts like hell but hey.... the world's as fucked up as it is (to quote her) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy tenth monthsary to you. It doesn't mean anything to you anymore but it still holds memories for me. I wish nothing but the best for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5169646512721190484?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5169646512721190484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5169646512721190484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5169646512721190484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5169646512721190484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-will-be-fine.html' title='I will be fine'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8207828922216936653</id><published>2011-10-11T12:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:48:06.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October blues</title><content type='html'>This week started off on a pretty alright note. It's only Tuesday but I already feel like dying. I have so many mock papers to do for math, it's not even funny anymore. I have bloody 9 papers to finish but here I am, blogging. I need to blog to get things off my chest. By blogging, it's also my only hope that I'd be able to get my thoughts &amp;amp; feelings across to her if she still reads my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been so crazy and I'm starting to feel beyond despair. With her telling me that she likes someone and seeing her tweets, it was like someone dropped a fat boy on me every single waking moment. I don't know what else is there left for me to do to convince her to stay. She's lost all hopes and feelings for me. I'm finally starting to understand why do people actually feel really shitty after a break up. It's just too bad I've to experience this less than a month to the big O. It's hard to accept the fact that she has moved on, it's fucking hard but what else can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pouring my heart out to her, all she said to me was to change. I really am trying. Even after changing, I doubt it would bring her back to me because she seems to be liking that guy a lot &amp;amp; that guy seems to be crazy in love with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I've already given up on us being a couple ever again, a part of me would always love her. After someone leaves you, all you have are memories. She may not love me or cherish what we had but this relationship meant a lot to me. More than anyone can ever understand. I may end up as a lonely old lady but I know what we had is enough to sustain things through for me. If she ever misses me one day and thinks that she might still love me, I hope she'd come back, as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm left with is forever and always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8207828922216936653?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8207828922216936653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8207828922216936653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8207828922216936653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8207828922216936653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-blues.html' title='October blues'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-4696642311464612515</id><published>2011-10-07T15:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:57:45.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love you. I've always loved you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-4696642311464612515?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4696642311464612515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4696642311464612515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4696642311464612515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4696642311464612515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-1442746788853804846</id><published>2011-10-04T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:49:40.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning in the skies</title><content type='html'>October is proving to be a very difficult month for me. It's been barely a week and so many things has happened. September did not end on a very good note either besides a pretty wonderful graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I've done whatever I could to salvage my relationship with Bonnie but it seems like she's really bent on leaving this time round. I'm trying my best to understand that she has her own difficulties because of the way she feels right now and think of herself as. Even though it is hard to pull through with the whole no texting her/ being completely out of her life, I know I've to be strong about it because I've O-levels to give my all towards for the next month or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even start on blaming her on what has happened because I'd rather think of this break up as my own fault. Nothing good ever stays with me. I've always believed in that, I don't know why though. They always say it's easier to blame the other party and move on but I however, don't believe in that. As much as I would like to believe that I'll be able to get through this and that this is for the better, deep down a part of me is still fighting for us to pull through together. As stupid and naive this may sound to people, I really do believe what Bonnie and I had going on was real. The shit we've been through together made us better people for ourselves and for each other. She may think that she can't give me an ideal future but she has already given me so much for me to know that we'd have a future together. It may not be an "ideal" future but it is a future together. I just wished I had given her more for her to believe in that but it's too late for regrets when she's already out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With reference to LP's lyrics to Burning In The Skies: &lt;em&gt;Don't apologize, I'm losing what I don't deserve&lt;/em&gt;; Maybe I don't deserve her after all... It's going to be hard to accept this and even harder to see her moving on to someone else but what can a loser like me do, haha. Even after saying all these, I'm still hoping and praying with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S don't remind me of how pathetic I sound, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-1442746788853804846?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1442746788853804846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1442746788853804846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1442746788853804846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1442746788853804846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/10/burning-in-skies.html' title='Burning in the skies'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-6585045894934060254</id><published>2011-09-26T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T01:59:50.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels on the moon</title><content type='html'>A really quick post before I head to bed... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A penny for my thoughts: I've been thinking about the shitty things I did and said to the people around me like my parents/ friends/ the people I dated and it hit me so hard how disgusting and cruel I was to have done all those things. I feel so ashamed and gross out by myself thinking of what I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like what they always say, what is done is done. All I'm hoping for is God's grace and forgiveness to help me be a better person for myself and for the ones I love. The guilt of things I did kills me every single time but all I can do is pray and repent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry God, I'm sorry mom and dad, I'm sorry to all those people I've been nasty towards. Please forgive me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-6585045894934060254?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6585045894934060254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=6585045894934060254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6585045894934060254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6585045894934060254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/angels-on-moon.html' title='Angels on the moon'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8135586888442286065</id><published>2011-09-22T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T23:13:17.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's the one</title><content type='html'>This week seems to be heading in the correct direction... Which is bloody great! There's so much for me to catch up on in school now in terms of homework/ assignments because the pile of shit homework I have waiting for me is seriously no joke. It feels great being back in school but I find it pretty wasteful because I'm only looking forward to Bio/ Chem, English and Math lessons. These are the subjects that I still need to do revision with the teachers' help but other than these lessons, school is really dry and boring. I've never taken doing an English Comprehension seriously but now... with O-levels approaching fast, I shouldn't be complacent about that subject anymore because I really want to secure my A1 for it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The week has also been good because I managed to meet Bonnie and also Jo on Tuesday! It was a good day because it's been long since I sat on Robertson Bridge to chill and I'm glad that I managed to do it with Bonnie because it's a really nice, charming place; with an exception of Friday, Saturday and PH nights because it's a mad house on those nights. Met Bonnie after school today too. Bought lunch back to her place and spent time with her.. Still smiling to myself when I think about it, haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been so bloody crazy between Bonnie and I but I'm glad that we're making it through right now. She drives me insane in so many ways but at the end of the day, she's the only one my heart yearns for. She gives me mad cows in my stomach but  I can never get sick of that feeling because every single day, I'm falling in love with her all over again. I'm not going to give up on her should anything happen between us again because she's still here with me even after all the hellish shit I put her through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's the one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8135586888442286065?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8135586888442286065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8135586888442286065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8135586888442286065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8135586888442286065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-one.html' title='She&apos;s the one'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-7062303997652166743</id><published>2011-09-19T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T15:24:56.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where do I go from here.... I feel as good as dead. I wish I could just remove the memory card in my head &amp;amp; insert a new one... But I can't. Someone teach me how to give up on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7062303997652166743?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7062303997652166743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7062303997652166743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7062303997652166743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7062303997652166743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-do-i-go-from-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-4696410791616853639</id><published>2011-09-16T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:41:45.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll never leave you again"</title><content type='html'>Is it really time for me to let go? Is it only fair for me to let her go since I wasn't honest with her about how I felt yesterday? Is it only right that I let her go since she isn't happy being with me anymore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many fears and questions running through my head right now... I don't even know where to begin anymore. I bloody hell regretted not being honest with her when she asked me if I was upset but... I was just hoping for her to stop me from leaving her place but no, I fucking screwed everything up with what I did and said. Yan and Irah finally came to see me yesterday, for no bloody reason. Trashed things out, I felt better. Yan talked to me about moving on and stuff like that. I don't know how am I suppose to do that because I know I'll just keep looking for that Bonnie element in that person... And that sucks because I'll never be able to find another person like her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like being in your arms, it's warm" -This right here made me felt so much love when she said it to me while we were watching tele... It still makes me smile when I play back scenes of us together in my head. I don't know when will I ever be able to get over this and get back on track with life... I just feel so weak and vulnerable. I can't focus, I can't eat and all I can do is smoke. I feel like such a loser. I honestly do. I should have just gone all out and made the best of things when I still had the chance too. I'm so afraid of living life without her... Knowing that she's stronger than I ever was and she's able to go on without us in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I know I'll always be waiting for her as painful as it is with her completely ignoring me and cutting me out from her life. But what else is there for me to do? I still feel as though there is unfinished business between us because I really do /am trying to make things better for us, for her. She's a gem... She really is but she doesn't believe anything I say anymore. I only have myself to blame for that and self pity to comfort myself with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Bonnie. If you ever see this, please know that I'm always here waiting for you. To be safe in your arms again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-4696410791616853639?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4696410791616853639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4696410791616853639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4696410791616853639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4696410791616853639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/ill-never-leave-you-again.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll never leave you again&quot;'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-2228997554957792152</id><published>2011-09-12T01:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T02:07:28.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What gives me hope</title><content type='html'>It's 1:33am and I'm still not sleeping. Mainly because I can't sleep and also because I don't have to go to school for the next one week due to chickenpox. Thank God! But this one week only means I've to do a lot of self-studying at home. 43 more days to my next O-level paper and also the start to the rest of my other papers. I'm going to burn out on these days and stay focus on the game. I know I can. Need to push myself harder though because this past week has been miserable because I could barely do any studying due to the itching, pain, aches and fever :/ Terrible pox. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I logged on to my formspring a few minutes ago and the question that is being administered by formspring today is: What makes you feel hopeful? Well, my answer there was something vague and here I go... going to talk about the things that makes me feel hopeful... yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many things which makes me feel hopeful. First of all, it is the love my mom(step mom to be precise) has for the family. I'd admit at times I just feel like ripping her guts out for pissing me off but I can't deny that she has taught me a lot about the things I should know in Life. When my dad married her with Dulcie and I in tow, we were almost like non existent citizens with no health booklets etc. She was the one who brought my sister and I to get our vaccinations done, got our citizenship done, brought us to the clinic when we were ill, got my dad to stop drinking &amp;amp; smoking, calmed my dad's behavior and so much more. She didn't give up on my dad + this family even when things were so shitty and too hurtful for her to bear. Even when she said she has given up, she still remained hopeful that things would work out for her and my dad. She's more of a mother to me than my own mom who was never fucking there because all she cares about is her American life. All the things she's done and her love gives me tremendous hope because it tells me that the going is never easy for anyone but it is always important to have faith + love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, the love that Bonnie has for our relationship gives me hope. As cliche as all these may sound, she is like my mom. As shitty and messed up I am, she hasn't given up on me and she's still willing to work at this with me.. Besides my parents, she's the only person who hasn't given up on me even after I put her through hell on Earth. Another about her that gives me hope is that she has changed me in so many ways that so many people tried to do so but failed. I thought I was a hopeless case, never going to mend my disgusting behavior but nope, she proved me wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These 2 are the ladies of my life and I love 'em very much. Honestly don't know what I would do without 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOYxb-Hqwwo/Tmz385HBDCI/AAAAAAAAAww/VnUtOTltsrE/s1600/o-matic28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOYxb-Hqwwo/Tmz385HBDCI/AAAAAAAAAww/VnUtOTltsrE/s320/o-matic28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651164257937591330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYLENP2NmnM/Tmz38R5T80I/AAAAAAAAAwo/H4IMU6UCF6k/s1600/170221_179594645398760_100000446762225_508600_5717888_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYLENP2NmnM/Tmz38R5T80I/AAAAAAAAAwo/H4IMU6UCF6k/s320/170221_179594645398760_100000446762225_508600_5717888_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651164247411127106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one's for you Mom, love you&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I love about 'em is that they both get along very well with each other, HEE :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-2228997554957792152?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2228997554957792152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2228997554957792152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2228997554957792152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2228997554957792152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-gives-me-hope.html' title='What gives me hope'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-ZOYxb-Hqwwo/Tmz385HBDCI/AAAAAAAAAww/VnUtOTltsrE/s72-c/o-matic28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-5969069754528268518</id><published>2011-09-10T20:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:07:48.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pox</title><content type='html'>Having chicken pox is really no joke at all. There are ugly, monstrous blisters planted on my face and body. I was so upset by the condition of my pox but reading her texts while she tried to lighten my mood and make me feel better really helped. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope that we would be able to work things out because I'm really trying my best to put my own emotions aside and work at this together with her. There really isn't anything I wouldn't do to make things right again. I still believe we are meant to be because no one holds on for as long as we did when things were so shitty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we can have a better future together, still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember this text which she sent when I fell asleep on her:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I fell in love with your courage, your sincerity, your flaming self- respect and it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged wild suspicions that you aren't how all you should be. I love you and it is the beginning of everything"&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I love it when your face is so close to mine that I can feel your long eyelashes quivering against my skin, triggering a burst of velvet tenderness in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5969069754528268518?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5969069754528268518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5969069754528268518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5969069754528268518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5969069754528268518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-will-do-whatever-it-takes-for-things.html' title='Pox'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-6914684455286068302</id><published>2011-09-10T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:48:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never going to leave this bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DjrigOUURB4/TmpBFEu26xI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9AFJ4HmAoJ8/s1600/tumblr_lm0r3gedRR1qdjvrao1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DjrigOUURB4/TmpBFEu26xI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9AFJ4HmAoJ8/s320/tumblr_lm0r3gedRR1qdjvrao1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650400237915138834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No I'm not going to give up on us because our love is going to move mountains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-6914684455286068302?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6914684455286068302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=6914684455286068302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6914684455286068302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6914684455286068302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-going-to-leave-this-bed.html' title='Never going to leave this bed'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-DjrigOUURB4/TmpBFEu26xI/AAAAAAAAAwg/9AFJ4HmAoJ8/s72-c/tumblr_lm0r3gedRR1qdjvrao1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-7488797629217032403</id><published>2011-09-07T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T14:09:27.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Truth is, I can't stay out, I can never do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7488797629217032403?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7488797629217032403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7488797629217032403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7488797629217032403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7488797629217032403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/truth-is-i-cant-stay-out-i-can-never-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-4460960132248114964</id><published>2011-09-07T03:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T03:14:07.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly speaking: I feel like the biggest fucktard on Earth when she said I made her lose some of her friends and when she told me to preach my bullshit to someone else. It was like a thousand bullets coming at me at one go. It's time I let her go because after all that she said, I can't possibly put her through the same ordeal of being together with me. It hurts like crazy now but I'm glad she said everything that she did from hating me to warning me not to contact her 'cause if it makes her feel better to get it out of her system and move on, I'll know my limits and stay out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-4460960132248114964?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4460960132248114964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4460960132248114964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4460960132248114964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4460960132248114964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/honestly-speaking-i-feel-like-biggest.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-3677403690349938991</id><published>2011-09-07T02:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T03:00:29.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May all your dreaming fill the empty sky</title><content type='html'>I keep making mistakes and I keep falling. I can't keep up with my mistakes neither could she do so. Things aren't going to be easy from now on wards but I'll get through with whatever I have left of you and I. Be it the only polaroid I have of you or living in the facade of our forever and always. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll always be my dream to do whatever we set out to do. Call me foolish but for the first time in my life, she was the only girl who made me want to be a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-3677403690349938991?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3677403690349938991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=3677403690349938991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3677403690349938991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3677403690349938991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/may-all-your-dreaming-fill-empty-sky.html' title='May all your dreaming fill the empty sky'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8347181498519911376</id><published>2011-09-02T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T13:36:21.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and always</title><content type='html'>As much as I feel that there isn't any hope for us anymore, I can't and I won't give up because this love has kept me going for the past year. It may not mean anything to you anymore and it may be pointless and just utter bullshit whatever I say to you but this heart, it beats for only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to pester you or wallow myself in self pity. I believe our love is still stronger than ever to go through the harshest storm. I didn't walk my talk much the previous time you gave me a chance but trust me, I'm running my talk. I am changing. Just give me time to blossom in your eyes if you may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said forever and always, I meant forever and always + a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8347181498519911376?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8347181498519911376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8347181498519911376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8347181498519911376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8347181498519911376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/forever-and-always.html' title='Forever and always'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8238040357946138134</id><published>2011-09-01T22:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T22:45:54.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now and then</title><content type='html'>You light up my world with the fire of your love which burns so bright &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the fire is slowly diminishing and the place where our love used to house is starting to get darker and darker as I'm begging you not to put out the light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8238040357946138134?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8238040357946138134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8238040357946138134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8238040357946138134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8238040357946138134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/now-and-then.html' title='Now and then'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-6706681664245366152</id><published>2011-09-01T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T16:11:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Cause I'd rather just be alone if I know that I can't have you &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-6706681664245366152?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6706681664245366152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=6706681664245366152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6706681664245366152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6706681664245366152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/09/cause-id-rather-just-be-alone-if-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-2710299498013978707</id><published>2011-08-29T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T02:29:15.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Love</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt so helpless because you know what  you are suppose to do and you are doing it but you just end up losing your cool about it at the end of the day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you hate it when your own insecurity ruins the very existence of your relationship and the best part is that you know she loves you so much and she gave you her all but you just had to be so blind about it from the start and you end up letting your insecurity kill her emotionally and the relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things I wished I've done differently and if I could, I would take everything I said that hurt her back but I can't and I know I'll never be able to go back into her arms, ever again. I don't know what the fuck is up with me.... I know what is it that I should do and what I need to do but I ALWAYS end up messing things up again. I was determined (still am though..) to make this work because believe it or not, she's the one. I'm not even kidding. Laugh at me for all I can care but she is the one for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You messed up so you pay for the price of messing up and dream on about her going back to you" A friend said this to me. It was a hard and fucking painful knock but it's true. I have to pay the price for messing up all the time and for making her cry all the time to the extent that she feels like she's being driven off the edge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say that if you love someone, you'd let them go if they're unhappy... So I am leaving her alone so that she can go find genuine happiness and find someone who doesn't make her want to cry all the time. This is hard but I have to do this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll still go ahead with AMP and all that because it was a promise I made to her and that's the least I could do to make it up to her in return for all that she's done for our relationship. It's going to be hard going through this without her by my side but all the memories we made, good and bad ones will keep me going because what we had was real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-2710299498013978707?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2710299498013978707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2710299498013978707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2710299498013978707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2710299498013978707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/skinny-love.html' title='Skinny Love'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-4989463255670952251</id><published>2011-08-25T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:45:18.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='She Is Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oasis'/><title type='text'>All I know is that I'm in love with someone who loves me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFAH2Z9JldQ/TlZt9UQXT0I/AAAAAAAAAwY/aABInRQg324/s1600/154308_1707732063256_1536714406_1661841_7063185_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wFAH2Z9JldQ/TlZt9UQXT0I/AAAAAAAAAwY/aABInRQg324/s320/154308_1707732063256_1536714406_1661841_7063185_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644820083132288834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh when the sunshine beckons to ya and your wings begin to unfold;&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts you bring and the songs you sing are gonna keep me from the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the sword is among ya and it’s words may wound my soul&lt;br /&gt;You can fill me up with what you’ve got 'cause my heart’s been keeping old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is love and her ways are high and steep&lt;br /&gt;She is love and I believe her when she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;Love and her ways are high and steep&lt;br /&gt;She is love and I believe, I do believe her when she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re in all my thoughts of passion and the dreams of my delight&lt;br /&gt;Whatever stirs my mortal frame, will you keep it warm at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where you come from; No I haven’t got a clue&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I’m in love with someone who loves me too. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-4989463255670952251?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4989463255670952251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4989463255670952251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4989463255670952251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4989463255670952251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-i-know-is-that-im-in-love-with.html' title='All I know is that I&apos;m in love with someone who loves me'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-wFAH2Z9JldQ/TlZt9UQXT0I/AAAAAAAAAwY/aABInRQg324/s72-c/154308_1707732063256_1536714406_1661841_7063185_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-4882288280485779284</id><published>2011-08-25T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:11:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever and Always</title><content type='html'>Go ahead; hate me, be mad at me, push me away. Whatever it is, I'll always love you and I won't ever leave you when you need me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-4882288280485779284?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4882288280485779284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4882288280485779284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4882288280485779284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4882288280485779284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/forever-and-always.html' title='Forever and Always'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-3188267977699377414</id><published>2011-08-25T00:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:58:51.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the only one who can save me</title><content type='html'>This is really too much for me to bear. I just want to sleep everything off and wake up feeling better but I can't. I can't sleep because my mind is bloody active with so much thoughts and regrets running through it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may think I don't feel the slightest of pain in this matter but I do. A whole lot of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What am I suppose to do now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-3188267977699377414?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3188267977699377414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=3188267977699377414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3188267977699377414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3188267977699377414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-only-one-who-can-save-me.html' title='You&apos;re the only one who can save me'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5814860455940172215</id><published>2011-08-23T23:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T23:51:53.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear close friend,</title><content type='html'>Your birthday is coming up in less than 15 minutes but I don't know whether I should even drop you a text or a Facebook wall post to wish you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe after all the shit we've been through and the friendship we built over the years, you just conveniently exit-ed from my life when you know things are going through a rough patch for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call yourself a friend.. Happy fucking birthday to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5814860455940172215?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5814860455940172215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5814860455940172215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5814860455940172215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5814860455940172215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-close-friend.html' title='Dear close friend,'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-7329027279333458358</id><published>2011-08-23T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:04:04.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She deserves someone who doesn't make her want to cry all the time</title><content type='html'>I screwed up a lot while we were together and up till now, even when we aren't exactly an item, I'm still screwing up a lot, making her cry so much and making things so difficult for her. She deserves better than me and my never ending list of issues. She deserves someone who doesn't make her want to cry all the fucking time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be that person.. But I just don't know how. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7329027279333458358?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7329027279333458358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7329027279333458358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7329027279333458358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7329027279333458358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-deserves-someone-who-doesnt-make.html' title='She deserves someone who doesn&apos;t make her want to cry all the time'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-3182510710044290189</id><published>2011-08-21T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:47:34.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0wknWRz8Ls/TlEoPkR9tqI/AAAAAAAAAvo/bfELe6k83dA/s1600/206938_1905699692323_1536714406_2016366_2867988_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j0wknWRz8Ls/TlEoPkR9tqI/AAAAAAAAAvo/bfELe6k83dA/s320/206938_1905699692323_1536714406_2016366_2867988_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643336055974114978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick one before I head to bed: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one has ever made me feel this happy, &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;. Thank you sticking with me despite all the shit we've been through and all the shit that we're going through right now and the shit that we will go through in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you God, for everything that I've received in the past week. Thank you for all your blessings. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-3182510710044290189?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3182510710044290189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=3182510710044290189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3182510710044290189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3182510710044290189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-one-before-i-head-to-bed-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-j0wknWRz8Ls/TlEoPkR9tqI/AAAAAAAAAvo/bfELe6k83dA/s72-c/206938_1905699692323_1536714406_2016366_2867988_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-757123457767085843</id><published>2011-08-19T00:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T00:56:08.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a keeper</title><content type='html'>The week has been pretty... whack so far. So much has been happening and boy, do I feel like my life is just too full of shit to be true. A quick one about what has been boiling under the kettle this week: &lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shit happened at home &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prelim SPA: Unlucky because my mo flow came while I was doing the papers... Uhm yeah &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Screwed up my account papers... What's new. I can never get formats right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mother Tongue O-level results: C6 &amp;amp; merit for orals. 'nough said &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Career seminar: Was really happy I managed to clear my doubts about the path I should take in order to pursue a career in law in Singapore. Big thanks to the IJ Alumni girls who came back to give us the talks. :-) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a really good lunch with J.A.L &amp;amp; Lynnette. Never had lunch like this in such a long time. Hugs and kisses for y'all. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter, lighter note: I just want everyone who reads this blog to know how amazing this girl is. With everything that has happened and how things are going for us now... It feels as though we're falling in love all over again. I'm falling in love with her all over again; everyday. As quoted from Valentine's Day: This girl is like sunshine. With her, everything is better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is very true and relevant when it comes to this girl because she really does make everything better for me. She is right when she said that we underestimated our love for each other.. It's true because we really did.. I underestimated her love for me and I underestimated my love for her. She's a keeper and I'm planning on keeping her for as long as I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-757123457767085843?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/757123457767085843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=757123457767085843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/757123457767085843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/757123457767085843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/shes-keeper.html' title='She&apos;s a keeper'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-1961086271594450884</id><published>2011-08-14T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:40:41.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you God for all the blessings you have showered upon me and the people around me today. Thank you for slowly showing me the importance of prayers and the importance of how staying strong and positive will get me through in the long run. &lt;div&gt;Thank you for the faith you have renewed in me x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-1961086271594450884?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1961086271594450884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1961086271594450884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1961086271594450884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1961086271594450884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/thank-you-god-for-all-blessings-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-7157286325171384240</id><published>2011-08-13T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T18:14:25.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have let how insecure I was feeling get in the way of how things were. I should have just been grateful that she was "contacting" me through e-mail. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though things are really over between us now, I'm still going to continue seeking help. I want to and have to get better. I just hope that maybe she'd come back to me one day even though it's as good as wishing for wings to fly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7157286325171384240?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7157286325171384240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7157286325171384240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7157286325171384240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7157286325171384240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-shouldnt-have-let-how-insecure-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-6764515640366678594</id><published>2011-08-13T17:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T17:54:06.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It isn't nice reading what someone has to say about me like that. It feels like shit. It just adds on to the amount of shittyness I feel and there isn't anything I can do about it anymore &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-6764515640366678594?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6764515640366678594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=6764515640366678594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6764515640366678594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6764515640366678594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/it-isnt-nice-reading-what-someone-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-3111888039593195512</id><published>2011-08-13T02:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T02:53:00.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After how I hurt her, it must have been easy to just completely cut me off just like that. I don't expect her to believe my explanation. After what I did to her, everything positive she has thought about me must have died &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-3111888039593195512?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3111888039593195512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=3111888039593195512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3111888039593195512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3111888039593195512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/after-how-i-hurt-her-it-must-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8695323233402966157</id><published>2011-08-11T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T20:25:20.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read something and my heart just drop beneath the Earth's crust (You get my point...) &lt;div&gt;It seems like she's starting to have doubts about things changing for the better and more importantly me changing. I can't say much about it because I've yet to start on the professional help I need due to all the public holidays and shit. I can't say much about it too because I did hurt her after all and she does have the right to move on and jump start her life again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She does have a whole life ahead of her and she deserves so much better than me + my issues. I guess no matter how much I change in the course of receiving help, it doesn't change the fact that she was hurt badly by me and I did destroy a part of her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know why am I saying all of these when selfish me hopes for her to wait for me to get better. I love her too much to possibly just give up like this.. I believe something as miraculous as her waiting for me to get better could happen. But the skeptic in me... Fuck this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8695323233402966157?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8695323233402966157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8695323233402966157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8695323233402966157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8695323233402966157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-just-read-something-and-my-heart-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-4061906738360545014</id><published>2011-08-11T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T00:31:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're upset because of what I tweeted about mind fucking thoughts, you should know my intentions weren't what you think they are. There's no one I love as much as I love you. This is cliche but it is the honest truth. If what you think is true, I wouldn't even think twice about getting help. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I promise you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-4061906738360545014?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4061906738360545014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4061906738360545014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4061906738360545014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4061906738360545014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/if-youre-upset-because-of-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-7693116856932147767</id><published>2011-08-10T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T22:21:45.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the constant posting on my page but hey... It's my blog, a place where I can talk all I want and it is probably my only hope of being able to get my thoughts across to someone who needs to know 'em. If you get what I mean. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't been talking to people much these 2 days... I feel as though I do not wish to talk to anyone in fear of losing myself again. It's not that I'm deliberately avoiding those who care (or at least I like to think they do) but I just need some time on my own. Just like what someone said to me, I should focus on getting better first before bothering about other things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first step in seeking treatment begins this Friday before my Biology paper. I'm scared shitless because I don't know if I'm able to talk with explicit details while explaining things to someone I barely know. But hey, you got to do what you got to do stay alive man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7693116856932147767?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7693116856932147767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7693116856932147767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7693116856932147767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7693116856932147767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/sorry-for-constant-posting-on-my-page.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-9146424280534718992</id><published>2011-08-10T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:30:43.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prior to my previous post: I shouldn't be selfish and hope for her to wait for me right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to my previous, previous post: I already said she deserves genuine happiness and I hope for her to move on from this so I should just pray for her to be able to eliminate the fear right? Instead of hoping for something which is near impossible &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, chicken rendang mom cooked for dinner is getting me head all mixed up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-9146424280534718992?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/9146424280534718992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=9146424280534718992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/9146424280534718992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/9146424280534718992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/prior-to-my-previous-post-i-shouldnt-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-932374308144009286</id><published>2011-08-10T19:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:07:54.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't make good of my words to her when things were still within my control but I promise, I will this time round. I will get help and I will change. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope her love for me is strong enough for her to wait for me and eliminate the fear I inflicted in her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-932374308144009286?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/932374308144009286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=932374308144009286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/932374308144009286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/932374308144009286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-didnt-make-good-of-my-words-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8279969930963691398</id><published>2011-08-10T02:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T02:16:16.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2:09am and I still can't sleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guilt I feel is really beyond me and beyond comprehension. I have to make good of my words to _'s mom because if she didn't actually cut a deal with me, I'd be facing juvenile charges. _'s mom mentioned something along the lines of how when I liked her, I could control my anger. I'm sorry but she stands corrected because I love her which is why I controlled my anger. I know what I did wasn't something of a small matter but that violent outbreak happened because... for reasons I've yet to figure out myself. I really won't know till I start receiving help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm keeping my distance too because I love her and she has every right to forget me and move on from this. She has to, she deserves some proper happiness. I'm not trying to sound all high and mighty from saying all these but these are my genuine thoughts as much as I want her to wait for me to get better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story of my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8279969930963691398?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8279969930963691398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8279969930963691398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8279969930963691398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8279969930963691398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-209am-and-i-still-cant-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-1290234032455783320</id><published>2011-08-09T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:36:32.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be the change you want to see</title><content type='html'>I still can't believe what I did last night. It feels as though whatever happened last night involving me wasn't me. I don't know what possessed me to do what I did. I've never been like that before and I've never imagined myself getting so violent. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a phone conversation with Dulcie even though she was suppose to be out having fun with her friends. I've never had such a heartfelt conversation with my sister before. It was heartbreaking hearing the disappointment in her voice. It hit me x100, 000, 000 more knowing that it was because of what I did which made her so upset and disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing what _'s mom had to say was equally heartbreaking too. How did I ended up doing what I did. Why did I acted on such an impulse. How did I even get the strength and cruelty to do such a beastly act. It was as though I was almost inhumane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It felt terrible hearing what Dulcie had to say &amp;amp; what _'s mom had to say. It still feels terrible. This guilt can never be erased from the depths of my memory and conscience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dulcie told me to take care of myself before I can do anything else. Yeah, I should take care of myself before I can do anything else. I know what I should do first and it's going to be hard but I have to do this before I actually turn into a monster permanently. It's hard for me to talk to someone I barely know about this whole episode but I need to know what lead to this violent outbreak. I have to do this and I will do it. I can't afford to hurt anyone else whom I love, you know? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you: There's a chance you might not see this but there's always a chance you might so I'm hoping you will. My apology is worth nothing because of what I put/ I'm putting you through. I'm not seeking for forgiveness from you. What I did was good enough to destroy's someone emotionally. I shouldn't have let that moment of fury controlled me. No amount of explanation can account for what I did. I just hope that you'll be able to forget about me, what I did and move on with your life. I'll make good of my words to keep away from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm going to say next is full of irony but I'm going to say it anyway. I'll pray for you to get over this 'cause you don't deserve the pain I inflicted on you. I deserve hell for this doing to you especially after knowing you well enough to know that you're emotionally vulnerable. Sorry I suck so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is, I'll get help in order to get to the bottom of my own issues. I will get better and maybe just maybe, we'd have another chance at love again as bloody impossible as it sounds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-1290234032455783320?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1290234032455783320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1290234032455783320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1290234032455783320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1290234032455783320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/08/be-change-you-want-to-see.html' title='Be the change you want to see'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-2042863883937052886</id><published>2011-06-23T06:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T06:59:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>Time check: 6:53am  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I get over this as quickly as I fell for you. The pain is too much to bear. I should have done something when you wanted to leave. I should have done something when I very well knew you are my whole life. I should have stop you from slipping away instead of wallowing in my own pain. I should have just told you what was wrong. Then maybe, all these wouldn't have happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's full of regrets isn't it? Tell me about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-2042863883937052886?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2042863883937052886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2042863883937052886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2042863883937052886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2042863883937052886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5497000906599180676</id><published>2011-06-01T03:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T03:30:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI JUNE!</title><content type='html'>28th May 2011: Headed to Queensway &amp;amp; IKEA to eat with babe. Met Elly &amp;amp; Anas after that at Northpoint to lepak for awhile. Sorry for the lousy photo quality. Taken with my fucking retarded mobile camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__xV64pp2xo/TeU_J_tot1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ViR4O_ksU9w/s1600/254735_10150337113028849_783333848_9918953_6449341_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__xV64pp2xo/TeU_J_tot1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ViR4O_ksU9w/s320/254735_10150337113028849_783333848_9918953_6449341_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612961951541409618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4FuqX-407w/TeU_JtoTkFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/oSVg7SrpPC8/s1600/252730_10150337115168849_783333848_9918976_1247777_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4FuqX-407w/TeU_JtoTkFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/oSVg7SrpPC8/s320/252730_10150337115168849_783333848_9918976_1247777_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612961946687213650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llJw-_D3Tqo/TeU_JSYMg9I/AAAAAAAAAuM/YWgOpgnm8yo/s1600/250615_10150337112703849_783333848_9918950_6090338_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-llJw-_D3Tqo/TeU_JSYMg9I/AAAAAAAAAuM/YWgOpgnm8yo/s320/250615_10150337112703849_783333848_9918950_6090338_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612961939371885522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2g_4_ogSBw/TeU_JL7g7XI/AAAAAAAAAuE/XEiNBhgDwNg/s1600/248535_10150337112583849_783333848_9918948_1518438_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A2g_4_ogSBw/TeU_JL7g7XI/AAAAAAAAAuE/XEiNBhgDwNg/s320/248535_10150337112583849_783333848_9918948_1518438_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612961937640975730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2je4tVUCja8/TeU_I2UFNhI/AAAAAAAAAt8/0Zg3Ce1n2vQ/s1600/246975_10150337112418849_783333848_9918946_4247773_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2je4tVUCja8/TeU_I2UFNhI/AAAAAAAAAt8/0Zg3Ce1n2vQ/s320/246975_10150337112418849_783333848_9918946_4247773_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612961931838436882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th May 2011: Stay over @ Becky's fake house aka penthouse w the girls + David and Shiv. Had 3 bottles of leftover booze. Got to spend the night with my baby + my precious girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ko0pwMrLck/TeVAPQscLwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ss7-tY9bJ74/s1600/248380_10150340983613849_783333848_9968916_5157962_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Ko0pwMrLck/TeVAPQscLwI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ss7-tY9bJ74/s320/248380_10150340983613849_783333848_9968916_5157962_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612963141510770434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi sweetheart^, I'll always love you despite all the fights we went through. Though our fights tend to get so fucking intense and we hurt each other like crazy bitches, my love for you will never lessen. I love you so much elephant. Hehe x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nT0Ux5dhAc0/TeVAPLK6Q9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/fbu0f435g4s/s1600/248216_10150186517477202_649627201_7181276_3258218_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nT0Ux5dhAc0/TeVAPLK6Q9I/AAAAAAAAAu8/fbu0f435g4s/s320/248216_10150186517477202_649627201_7181276_3258218_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612963140027958226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfhQGw_WoKc/TeVAO3ahB0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GAjD47IUw0w/s1600/251616_10150186517302202_649627201_7181273_4663339_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfhQGw_WoKc/TeVAO3ahB0I/AAAAAAAAAu0/GAjD47IUw0w/s320/251616_10150186517302202_649627201_7181273_4663339_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612963134724704066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgyNdyCRWc4/TeVAO2yn0HI/AAAAAAAAAus/pqqY4JuZIMo/s1600/247571_10150186517262202_649627201_7181272_3263257_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vgyNdyCRWc4/TeVAO2yn0HI/AAAAAAAAAus/pqqY4JuZIMo/s320/247571_10150186517262202_649627201_7181272_3263257_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612963134557376626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjsBlyyVZxw/TeVAIkD0ycI/AAAAAAAAAuk/L1kEJJnke60/s1600/247012_10150186518052202_649627201_7181287_6913850_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jjsBlyyVZxw/TeVAIkD0ycI/AAAAAAAAAuk/L1kEJJnke60/s320/247012_10150186518052202_649627201_7181287_6913850_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612963026450041282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5497000906599180676?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5497000906599180676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5497000906599180676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5497000906599180676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5497000906599180676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-june.html' title='HI JUNE!'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-__xV64pp2xo/TeU_J_tot1I/AAAAAAAAAuc/ViR4O_ksU9w/s72-c/254735_10150337113028849_783333848_9918953_6449341_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-7831510053364046793</id><published>2011-04-24T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T02:43:55.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set fire to the rain</title><content type='html'>I remember how we met. The very first time I laid my eyes on you. I remember thinking how you would never be mine. You are someone who is genuinely a nice person. A friend that everyone wishes to have. You were there when the going got tough last year. I remember plucking up the courage to tell you that I have taken the fancy on you. Oh how my stomach churned and my head pounded as I typed that text, sent it out to you and anxiously waiting for a reply from you all in the presence of my friends and acting calm and collected. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember how things got serious for us. All the texting, the late nights spent together, nights we we slept together, days we enjoyed ourselves throughly with our favourite people... and of course the arguments we had and not forgetting the promises we made. Promises which I broke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all honesty, the way I spent my night this weekend was to just have fun with our favourite people and their friends and to let off some steam because I'm seriously damn stressed up with school and exams. Nothing more, nothing less. I never intended to hurt you. If I could, I would revert back time and changed my decision but I can't. Now, it is all too late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost you. I've lost my whole world. You have always been a part of the drive I have in me to do well for school this year. For the sake of our future we imagined having together. All the sides you saw of me was the most anyone has seen of me being outside family besides my close friends. I never thought we'd be that comfortable with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We could have had it all. All the hopes and dreams we had of each other. All gone with this stupid mistake I made. These past months has honestly been the best times of my life. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for giving me the chance to love you. I'm sorry for disappointing you and cutting you like a knife. Yeah, you will find someone who deserves you. Someone who said they'll change for the better and keep to their words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're a gem and I'll never forget you in this lifetime I'm living &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7831510053364046793?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7831510053364046793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7831510053364046793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7831510053364046793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7831510053364046793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/04/set-fire-to-rain.html' title='Set fire to the rain'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8356357634229517011</id><published>2011-04-22T07:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:31:10.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday</title><content type='html'>Greetings theawesomestshit! &lt;div&gt;It's a Friday and there's no school. I'm going to go for a run before heading to the gym. I'm aiming to complete atleast 3-4hours of studying after that before heading for service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a good day and a good long weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8356357634229517011?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8356357634229517011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8356357634229517011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8356357634229517011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8356357634229517011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-friday.html' title='Good Friday'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-7186451404348531877</id><published>2011-04-21T22:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:24:11.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best I'll ever have</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1PQIJP2H5U/TbBEpqKLdsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/VHzWbWdUiJM/s1600/202933_783333848_5334520_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1PQIJP2H5U/TbBEpqKLdsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/VHzWbWdUiJM/s320/202933_783333848_5334520_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598049819303835330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl up there^, she's the best thing that has ever happened to me in 2010. We definitely are 2 peas in the same pot. I love how we are completely honest with each other, how we are able to act completely retarded around each other and there isn't a moment of awkwardness. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her love for me drives me insane. Insane in a good way. Never have I felt this way and it's been so long since I could remember being genuinely happy for a long, long, long period of time despite the rough patches we go through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's one of the most beautiful person I've ever met and she will always be the apple of my eye. She's a gem and I'm keeping for the longest time possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you I honestly do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's nothing that I wouldn't do to make you feel my love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7186451404348531877?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7186451404348531877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7186451404348531877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7186451404348531877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7186451404348531877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-ill-ever-have.html' title='Best I&apos;ll ever have'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1PQIJP2H5U/TbBEpqKLdsI/AAAAAAAAAt0/VHzWbWdUiJM/s72-c/202933_783333848_5334520_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-373272186491454059</id><published>2011-04-14T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:11:06.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ffh</title><content type='html'>Whaaaazzup!&lt;div&gt;The weekends are coming! HOORAY! I can't wait to stay up late tomorrow and on Saturday only to wake up after 10am but I know my happiness would be short live since it's Monday 3 days later because I have school. Yes I know, my life sucks. BUT ALL THESE SCHOOL NONSENSE WILL BE OVER IN ANOTHER 7 MONTHS!!!!!! *waves hands in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not like my siblings, bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-373272186491454059?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/373272186491454059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=373272186491454059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/373272186491454059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/373272186491454059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/04/ffh.html' title='Ffh'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8770777601851252980</id><published>2011-03-23T00:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T00:21:00.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish and lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7Ny56Ac-fQ/TYjMBGVvZqI/AAAAAAAAAtk/5EwQlC3abFY/s1600/tumblr_lifuil6F2m1qdxpvio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7Ny56Ac-fQ/TYjMBGVvZqI/AAAAAAAAAtk/5EwQlC3abFY/s320/tumblr_lifuil6F2m1qdxpvio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586939657006835362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings theawesomestshit, it's been long since I last blogged. School has been draining, so is life outside school. There are just too many things to stay committed too and too many things to balance right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home used to be my sanctuary when I come home everyday after school but now, it is becoming another hell hole because of all the things that needs to be attended to. It would actually be less hell-ish if my sisters can actually help out more like helping out with the laundry or cleaning the house (or their rooms atleast...) or even clearing the trash or dishes. I admit that I'm rather selfish and lazy too but.... ah forget it. I just hope they'd see the importance of going the extra mile at home and not be so calculative because I know my parents (especially my step mom) needs us to help 'em settle things at home so that they can come home to a sanctuary after a busy day at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was weird last night. Lightning was striking everywhere in Singapore and it rained like crazy at some parts of the island but it didn't rain at where I'm staying which was annoying. Imagine thunder and lightning everywhere but no rain -_- My poor girlfriend's place had a short circuit and she broke her toenail. Ouch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for me to head to bed. School tomorrow! And there's Math lesson tomorrow... Oh the joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8770777601851252980?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8770777601851252980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8770777601851252980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8770777601851252980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8770777601851252980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/03/selfish-and-lazy.html' title='Selfish and lazy'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/-Z7Ny56Ac-fQ/TYjMBGVvZqI/AAAAAAAAAtk/5EwQlC3abFY/s72-c/tumblr_lifuil6F2m1qdxpvio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-523718520461282580</id><published>2011-02-22T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T01:10:30.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I regretted reading what I read on your web page. This sucks because I feel like an incompetent tard now. I have school tomorrow so I should sleep soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-523718520461282580?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/523718520461282580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=523718520461282580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/523718520461282580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/523718520461282580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-regretted-reading-what-i-read-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-2210417571356811347</id><published>2011-02-09T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:03:24.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonnx'/><title type='text'>She moves in her own way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TVJYVcUPO6I/AAAAAAAAAtc/YEg-pAHauWY/s1600/Bonnie%2BBonnie%2BBonnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TVJYVcUPO6I/AAAAAAAAAtc/YEg-pAHauWY/s320/Bonnie%2BBonnie%2BBonnie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571612814412299170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I fell in love with your courage, your sincerity, your flaming self- respect and it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole indulged wild suspicions that you aren't how all you should be. I love you and it is the beginning of everything" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: I love it when your face is so close to mine that I can feel your long eyelashes quivering against my skin, triggering a burst of velvet tenderness in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A text which made my day, week, month. I love you, Bonnie bonnx ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-2210417571356811347?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2210417571356811347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2210417571356811347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2210417571356811347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2210417571356811347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-moves-in-her-own-way.html' title='She moves in her own way'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TVJYVcUPO6I/AAAAAAAAAtc/YEg-pAHauWY/s72-c/Bonnie%2BBonnie%2BBonnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-3970299713355322978</id><published>2010-12-30T02:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:53:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings, the year's ending soon. Hopefully all of us will have an awesome ending to 2010 and a -great start to 2011. Just received an e-mail from A. Seline regarding the photos from Christmas Day with family and it seems like I'll only be able to download 'em in 9 hours + &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be back for more updates once the photos are downloaded and up on Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A penny for my thoughts: How is it possible for anyone to actually grow up mentally when they're so caught up in their own little egoistic drama? Seriously. I expected better from someone your age dude.. You're bloody 16 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-3970299713355322978?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3970299713355322978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=3970299713355322978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3970299713355322978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3970299713355322978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/greetings-years-ending-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-4427967697238810180</id><published>2010-12-26T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:13:15.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TRbO2O8Z1wI/AAAAAAAAAtA/bMI1RLw5ya8/s1600/34799_1733309182668_1536714406_1708227_4782890_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TRbO2O8Z1wI/AAAAAAAAAtA/bMI1RLw5ya8/s320/34799_1733309182668_1536714406_1708227_4782890_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554854621527791362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Rents argued during Christmas gathering and just left. Ruined my mood. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner @ Wee Nam Kee's with baby. It was bloody awesome but it made the both of us bloated like anything else in the world. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent Christmas night with her. Went to the prata shop. It was so empty!!!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas lunch today at Granddad's. I don't like him. He's my father's irresponsible biological father. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom's fried rice for brunch. Ohm nom nom nom &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-4427967697238810180?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4427967697238810180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4427967697238810180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4427967697238810180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4427967697238810180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/rents-argued-during-christmas-gathering.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TRbO2O8Z1wI/AAAAAAAAAtA/bMI1RLw5ya8/s72-c/34799_1733309182668_1536714406_1708227_4782890_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-1061448163415281808</id><published>2010-12-18T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:11:59.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, all the anxiety and shit are over. Received my results yesterday. Wanted to die while Mrs. Lee was talking about the overall performance and while sitting down in the hall with my classmates and the 4/10 girls, you could actually feel the negative vibes from people around you. Everyone was so worried. I was on the verge of breaking down being so scared to disappoint the 'rents. &lt;div&gt;Well, none of my family members came because they're too busy living their own lives but I'm glad Yan, Elly and Bonnie came down. ;-) The Sec 5s were there too. It was great seeing 'em. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Received my results with Bonnie and Elly beside me. Wanted to die but when I saw the word promoted, I was on cloud fucking nine. To top it all off, I managed to pass all 7 subjects. Like hell fucking yeah man. But I'm still disappointed with my aggregate because it was less than satisfying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had drinks with Diana, Elly, Sya and Yan last night to celebrate the pass and sya's graduation. It was good. Had a good, good time. Going to get ready and make plans with 'em. Everyone's still half dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good weekend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-1061448163415281808?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1061448163415281808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1061448163415281808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1061448163415281808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1061448163415281808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-all-anxiety-and-shit-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5100205722784476619</id><published>2010-12-17T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:46:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick one before I start getting ready for school. So the 17th of December is finally here. I've been anticipating this day since the end of my N levels. That piece of paper that I'm going to receive from Mmtan is going to determine my future. &lt;11pts&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, have mercy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5100205722784476619?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5100205722784476619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5100205722784476619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5100205722784476619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5100205722784476619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/quick-one-before-i-start-getting-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-450275493456458007</id><published>2010-12-16T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:08:45.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why must people make something which is not of their concern into something so political?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-450275493456458007?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/450275493456458007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=450275493456458007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/450275493456458007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/450275493456458007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-must-people-make-something-which-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-3861705513426214241</id><published>2010-12-10T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T01:32:08.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings ol' folks.. So a lot has been happening. A lot happened today. I'm left with questions like how to am I going to fix things and go through this whole crap have been running through my mind for the past few hours. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what you get when you let your anger win &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-3861705513426214241?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3861705513426214241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=3861705513426214241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3861705513426214241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/3861705513426214241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/greetings-ol-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-190217413055411912</id><published>2010-12-04T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:28:51.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho ho hopefully</title><content type='html'>Greetings ol' folks, the week went past fast and the weekend is here. I have the whole house to myself since everyone's only coming back in the evening. This is good because I don't feel like seeing anyone today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 more days to N level results. I'm pretty scared for it. So many 'What if's going through my head. I can imagine how hurt and disappointed the 'rents would be if I don't get the grades they expected. Like they always say, what is done is done so I'm going to pray for the best. 17th December, please don't disappoint me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 days to Christmas started 3 days ago. Usually, this is would be the happiest time of the year for me but nah, not this year. I haven't even started sending Christmas cards and I really can't be bothered with going gifts shopping with the 'rents even though I've been doing so every year since forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-190217413055411912?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/190217413055411912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=190217413055411912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/190217413055411912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/190217413055411912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/12/ho-ho-hopefully.html' title='Ho ho hopefully'/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-4761700491709064444</id><published>2010-11-29T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:22:19.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You don't love me, you don't care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-4761700491709064444?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4761700491709064444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4761700491709064444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4761700491709064444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4761700491709064444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-dont-love-me-you-dont-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5098030696408649853</id><published>2010-11-29T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T13:21:08.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's one hell of a busy day. Just got back from IMM to go grocery shopping and breakfast with mom. She ditched me to get her reading glasses so I had to buy the groceries myself. I got lost in Giant and some china lady assisted me. I couldn't understand a single thing she said. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to get some rest first while listening to The Kooks &amp;amp; Oasis before the shit starts tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-5098030696408649853?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5098030696408649853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5098030696408649853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5098030696408649853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5098030696408649853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/11/todays-one-hell-of-busy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-2991339412093985693</id><published>2010-11-28T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T03:12:48.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TPFYJ77fOfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dKkkOprrfnk/s1600/tumblr_lcbfnn4mZT1qzhwr6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TPFYJ77fOfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dKkkOprrfnk/s320/tumblr_lcbfnn4mZT1qzhwr6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544309543999060466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings theawesomestshit.blogspot.com, I'm back from my weekend getaway with my favourite soldiers. It was pretty good, I enjoyed myself throughly. We've seen the best out of everyone and the worst. E.g snoring while sleeping and yeah, the list goes on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually made it for mass in the morning after our first night even though we stayed up till pretty late. I'm meeting 'em later on + a few other school girls + Ivy's friends. Hope the pool party would be a success. It's Ivy's 16th anyway so it better be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So speaking of the weekend getaway, I loved the walking the streets of Singapore in the middle of night part the most despite doing a lot of things which are my hardcore favourite nonsense. The walks were different from the nights I always have with my friends when I go out till dawn. I'm not quite sure why also... Something to ponder over when I go to bed later, then maybe I'd fall asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back from a night at the prata shop opposite my place with Galisten and Bonnie. Had a great time catching up with her. Headed to Northpoint with Bonnie. We walked there and laughed all the way till we got home. I think my mom's getting really used to me going out late at night and coming home after 2am. It's sort of becoming a habit.. again. Damn myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-2991339412093985693?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2991339412093985693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2991339412093985693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2991339412093985693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2991339412093985693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/11/greetings-theawesomestshit.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TPFYJ77fOfI/AAAAAAAAAsk/dKkkOprrfnk/s72-c/tumblr_lcbfnn4mZT1qzhwr6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-4085632384023139102</id><published>2010-11-19T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T01:29:45.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week has been treating me fairly good so far. So many things on my mind, so many words I typed but I selected all &amp;amp; deleted it. Waste my damn energy and time but you know what, whatever man. The night is still young.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was IJ's Prom Night and I'm being told that Rina Kaur (She's a liverpool supporter by the way) is Prom Queen 2010. Congratulations even though I don't approve of your support for Liverpool. Hope the girls I know graduating this year had fun at their prom. I'm sure all of 'em look really gorgeous in the dresses or pants whichever applicable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the shit that's buzzing for the weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conrad with Jasmine, Ivy, Kiana, Banina, Becky &amp;amp; Celestine &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bulldozer's confirmation. (BE A BETTER CATHOLIC, PLEASE. heh heh) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sissy will be back from Japan. I think. Hah hope she gets me some good shit from there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;x &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/31063382-4085632384023139102?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4085632384023139102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4085632384023139102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4085632384023139102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4085632384023139102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/11/week-has-been-treating-me-fairly-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-4892040912193377331</id><published>2010-11-15T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:20:33.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI4sGL1JI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Ibr4-xySCnY/s1600/74118_448926617201_649627201_5771672_7067488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539718786645218450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI4sGL1JI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Ibr4-xySCnY/s320/74118_448926617201_649627201_5771672_7067488_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went for a hair cut. @ Town w my babes. Awesome day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI4ImeptI/AAAAAAAAAsU/dXBxdNMATDw/s1600/148492_471576404880_536969880_5180541_5730110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539718777116993234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI4ImeptI/AAAAAAAAAsU/dXBxdNMATDw/s320/148492_471576404880_536969880_5180541_5730110_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Morons for Life, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI3-0IumI/AAAAAAAAAsM/UpSpckbnYQU/s1600/76387_471576484880_536969880_5180543_6345741_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539718774489922146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI3-0IumI/AAAAAAAAAsM/UpSpckbnYQU/s320/76387_471576484880_536969880_5180543_6345741_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am so damn suuu-weet. I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI3iWR5rI/AAAAAAAAAsE/5D-0ZuaEaTo/s1600/75782_471574159880_536969880_5180500_676645_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539718766848501426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI3iWR5rI/AAAAAAAAAsE/5D-0ZuaEaTo/s320/75782_471574159880_536969880_5180500_676645_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI3Bp-flI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Lnz-ZnzqFOE/s1600/75689_471575874880_536969880_5180530_1275691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539718758072745554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI3Bp-flI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Lnz-ZnzqFOE/s320/75689_471575874880_536969880_5180530_1275691_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sex bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/31063382-4892040912193377331?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4892040912193377331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=4892040912193377331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4892040912193377331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/4892040912193377331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-went-for-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TOEI4sGL1JI/AAAAAAAAAsc/Ibr4-xySCnY/s72-c/74118_448926617201_649627201_5771672_7067488_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-1350112794012133344</id><published>2010-11-08T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:40:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You can break everything down into chemicals, but you can't explain a love like ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-1350112794012133344?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1350112794012133344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1350112794012133344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1350112794012133344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1350112794012133344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-can-break-everything-down-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-1387354607811326564</id><published>2010-11-08T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T23:34:28.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over the weekend: &lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent at Diana's &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Late night walks to Macs @ Bt. Timah Plaza &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catching up and talking till 4 in the morning &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pancakes for branch made by mummy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need for Speed, Grand Theft Auto &amp;amp; Rock band @ Herman's &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's buzzing this week: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping with my soldiers @ Town tomorrow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie with Mop &amp;amp; Moron (Double Ms/ M&amp;amp;Ms, hee I like^^) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bulldozer's coming back from MALAYSIA tomorrow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buddy and babe are coming back on Thursday &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Out with mom on Thursday &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;F-f-f-f-f-friday; Diana will be done with O's. Coffee with Sa cha after doing her hair. Arabian smoke with LomoInc, Diana and Sa cha in the evening. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, I just want my application to get approved. I need to get out of Singapore, pronto. &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/31063382-1387354607811326564?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1387354607811326564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1387354607811326564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1387354607811326564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1387354607811326564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/11/over-weekend-spent-at-dianas-late-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-2459800634126651459</id><published>2010-10-30T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:01:22.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMwy9KZX6tI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Wf0bloZBRNA/s1600/26556_339640717920_618482920_3722581_7398952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMwy9KZX6tI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Wf0bloZBRNA/s320/26556_339640717920_618482920_3722581_7398952_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533854068475685586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Limejuices+ Rootbeer on a random saturday night in town right after my self awareness camp this year. I miss 'em like hell man especially Diana. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-2459800634126651459?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2459800634126651459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2459800634126651459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2459800634126651459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2459800634126651459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/limejuices-rootbeer-on-random-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMwy9KZX6tI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Wf0bloZBRNA/s72-c/26556_339640717920_618482920_3722581_7398952_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-7542250220730302789</id><published>2010-10-28T01:45:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T02:06:33.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Photos from 2009 which completed the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhntuYgS9I/AAAAAAAAArs/J7vLvCr9jaU/s1600/n1042368761_370908_7163965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhntuYgS9I/AAAAAAAAArs/J7vLvCr9jaU/s320/n1042368761_370908_7163965.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532786177467239378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHAHA, this photo... Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhncGwOWaI/AAAAAAAAArk/orcKEVDxVvE/s1600/15353_1163955857717_1192492997_422827_7339365_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhncGwOWaI/AAAAAAAAArk/orcKEVDxVvE/s320/15353_1163955857717_1192492997_422827_7339365_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532785874771532194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss days like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnbmrFFcI/AAAAAAAAArc/kPj4oKRFxs4/s1600/13667_192529357201_649627201_3423166_2738234_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnbmrFFcI/AAAAAAAAArc/kPj4oKRFxs4/s320/13667_192529357201_649627201_3423166_2738234_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532785866160018882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ivy's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnat7kSSI/AAAAAAAAArU/_Np_RI3f3Cs/s1600/12961_215021885129_629575129_4141641_7584340_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnat7kSSI/AAAAAAAAArU/_Np_RI3f3Cs/s320/12961_215021885129_629575129_4141641_7584340_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532785850928351522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Logistic for Artsjam 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnJnpwguI/AAAAAAAAArM/2ZuucUUspg4/s1600/12435_205360943128_697748128_3159158_8202873_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnJnpwguI/AAAAAAAAArM/2ZuucUUspg4/s320/12435_205360943128_697748128_3159158_8202873_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532785557185266402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ting sweeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnJUW0WsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Lyjzj7e0-Ww/s1600/12435_205360778128_697748128_3159134_7436503_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnJUW0WsI/AAAAAAAAArE/Lyjzj7e0-Ww/s320/12435_205360778128_697748128_3159134_7436503_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532785552005552834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prata house after farewell planning at my place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnJBxxD4I/AAAAAAAAAq8/3Ydx_uT1wIE/s1600/12435_200083023128_697748128_3115899_1936293_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnJBxxD4I/AAAAAAAAAq8/3Ydx_uT1wIE/s320/12435_200083023128_697748128_3115899_1936293_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532785547018309506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cyn! Cyn! Cyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnIpLXfkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JhxUv7tnMvQ/s1600/10952_194595098120_606033120_2897947_3266774_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnIpLXfkI/AAAAAAAAAq0/JhxUv7tnMvQ/s320/10952_194595098120_606033120_2897947_3266774_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532785540414799426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deanne's chalet. Having macs at 3 in the morning with Rita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnIOcI_BI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YDn5ut8HzFc/s1600/10952_194595068120_606033120_2897942_8245531_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhnIOcI_BI/AAAAAAAAAqs/YDn5ut8HzFc/s320/10952_194595068120_606033120_2897942_8245531_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532785533237394450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmjz-By5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/uw3Rj9ev8aM/s1600/10863_222279018848_783333848_4156532_1917733_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmjz-By5I/AAAAAAAAAqk/uw3Rj9ev8aM/s320/10863_222279018848_783333848_4156532_1917733_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784907656481682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monalisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmj56F4PI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Nh76MBxxxRo/s1600/10863_222278938848_783333848_4156520_4698927_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmj56F4PI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Nh76MBxxxRo/s320/10863_222278938848_783333848_4156520_4698927_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784909250584818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmi0g0wpI/AAAAAAAAAqU/gx1Zq6CcxkU/s1600/10630_188859053848_783333848_3811678_1329448_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmi0g0wpI/AAAAAAAAAqU/gx1Zq6CcxkU/s320/10630_188859053848_783333848_3811678_1329448_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784890622558866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SINGAPORE IDOL DAYSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmiqQjpRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/SQpBYJzB9S0/s1600/9932_144859479880_536969880_2282180_586636_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmiqQjpRI/AAAAAAAAAqM/SQpBYJzB9S0/s320/9932_144859479880_536969880_2282180_586636_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784887869973778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photo that earned me the name Fishball by Soffi Peters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmiZry15I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hr_tDSJ9ARY/s1600/8928_131892737629_520347629_2360567_155916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmiZry15I/AAAAAAAAAqE/hr_tDSJ9ARY/s320/8928_131892737629_520347629_2360567_155916_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784883420813202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random nights @ Starbucks with Shannen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmKoJWLkI/AAAAAAAAAp8/i3GwqIJ67O0/s1600/7229_126281013639_766378639_2426881_2775938_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmKoJWLkI/AAAAAAAAAp8/i3GwqIJ67O0/s320/7229_126281013639_766378639_2426881_2775938_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784474985999938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moment everyone started calling me toilet role thanks to Celine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmKJTE7SI/AAAAAAAAAp0/arL12KhuuQ4/s1600/7229_125656938639_766378639_2421081_6608823_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmKJTE7SI/AAAAAAAAAp0/arL12KhuuQ4/s320/7229_125656938639_766378639_2421081_6608823_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784466705313058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this handbag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmJG5SAgI/AAAAAAAAAps/rUUlVPOZ62s/s1600/6092_110118823841_576583841_2233108_6495153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmJG5SAgI/AAAAAAAAAps/rUUlVPOZ62s/s320/6092_110118823841_576583841_2233108_6495153_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784448880378370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baking @ the super expensive baking school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmIJXwvTI/AAAAAAAAApk/uFc6fGj40jk/s1600/8928_129719897629_520347629_2331863_7301427_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmIJXwvTI/AAAAAAAAApk/uFc6fGj40jk/s320/8928_129719897629_520347629_2331863_7301427_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784432365223218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA, I SO SEKKKSIIIII SIOLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmH_aII2I/AAAAAAAAApc/gCsTAspBlkM/s1600/5800_114838122629_520347629_2144265_1557465_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhmH_aII2I/AAAAAAAAApc/gCsTAspBlkM/s320/5800_114838122629_520347629_2144265_1557465_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784429690790754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tao Pok on 8th Aug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl3GuNKbI/AAAAAAAAApU/OS_71HdYfGw/s1600/5574_113338135266_744580266_2449728_472088_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl3GuNKbI/AAAAAAAAApU/OS_71HdYfGw/s320/5574_113338135266_744580266_2449728_472088_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784139596278194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macs @ Jln Ayer Mata before stace left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl23da0aI/AAAAAAAAApM/xi3hhwLFEBM/s1600/5574_113321380266_744580266_2449451_3258241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl23da0aI/AAAAAAAAApM/xi3hhwLFEBM/s320/5574_113321380266_744580266_2449451_3258241_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784135499338146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shari: OH MY GOSH SHAN&lt;div&gt;Shan: HUH, WHAT DID I DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl2o4NINI/AAAAAAAAApE/nhqf1i7WnYI/s1600/5574_112589015266_744580266_2441007_4364779_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl2o4NINI/AAAAAAAAApE/nhqf1i7WnYI/s320/5574_112589015266_744580266_2441007_4364779_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784131585155282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Udders with Stace cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl14Zxo4I/AAAAAAAAAo8/Wz0iba_rdfQ/s1600/5370_1187120150607_1006408660_30585663_2995338_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl14Zxo4I/AAAAAAAAAo8/Wz0iba_rdfQ/s320/5370_1187120150607_1006408660_30585663_2995338_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784118572622722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was still fit and training, HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl1BntK2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/7MFcjJ941Mg/s1600/4775_96797692629_520347629_1863441_7471409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhl1BntK2I/AAAAAAAAAo0/7MFcjJ941Mg/s320/4775_96797692629_520347629_1863441_7471409_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532784103867100002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When times were still great with Shannen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlbHiVCaI/AAAAAAAAAos/UA4gAy2P46Y/s1600/4422_97466824880_536969880_1659559_7063298_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlbHiVCaI/AAAAAAAAAos/UA4gAy2P46Y/s320/4422_97466824880_536969880_1659559_7063298_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532783658778560930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha, Maria and I spoiling people's photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlbMdklVI/AAAAAAAAAok/R-7s7lPQg1E/s1600/4179_103530510791_650795791_3154038_8119105_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlbMdklVI/AAAAAAAAAok/R-7s7lPQg1E/s320/4179_103530510791_650795791_3154038_8119105_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532783660100785490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss you, bra. Gone were the good ol' days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlalkSciI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sH6O4eqqn1k/s1600/4179_102880585791_650795791_3145982_142834_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlalkSciI/AAAAAAAAAoc/sH6O4eqqn1k/s320/4179_102880585791_650795791_3145982_142834_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532783649659974178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Days @ Kallang w my bras. Miss 'em so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlaJb_jhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/cbK_XAu3-kM/s1600/3308_85501884880_536969880_1508641_6580691_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlaJb_jhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/cbK_XAu3-kM/s320/3308_85501884880_536969880_1508641_6580691_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532783642108988946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mop was having an orgasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlZ8IehSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/74rBqvlHous/s1600/3002_88439806632_621006632_1782117_1559300_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlZ8IehSI/AAAAAAAAAoM/74rBqvlHous/s320/3002_88439806632_621006632_1782117_1559300_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532783638537471266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss after school days in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-7542250220730302789?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7542250220730302789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7542250220730302789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7542250220730302789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7542250220730302789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/hahahahaha-this-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhntuYgS9I/AAAAAAAAArs/J7vLvCr9jaU/s72-c/n1042368761_370908_7163965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-2828028876789148991</id><published>2010-10-28T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T01:45:05.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlBQla3OI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nD9zPQeVZXo/s1600/71963_439960999199_597394199_5354008_381970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlBQla3OI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nD9zPQeVZXo/s320/71963_439960999199_597394199_5354008_381970_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532783214530845922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhOFzvgr8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/m0puLrYFVt8/s1600/67207_446049853841_576583841_5338103_6644595_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhOFzvgr8I/AAAAAAAAAn8/m0puLrYFVt8/s320/67207_446049853841_576583841_5338103_6644595_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532758003920449474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhNzmXUQ0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/uWz8u2o-uLU/s1600/66353_446052843841_576583841_5338162_5863625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhNzmXUQ0I/AAAAAAAAAn0/uWz8u2o-uLU/s320/66353_446052843841_576583841_5338162_5863625_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532757691091665730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come what may, nothing's going to make hate these girls up there. I love you guys so much and thanks to you guys, school has been so much more bearable. I'm glad that you guys are my fellow kick ass homiez/ soldiers. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s Nothing's going to make hate my awesome lepak friend, Diana too. Miss her so much :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-2828028876789148991?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2828028876789148991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2828028876789148991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2828028876789148991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2828028876789148991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/come-what-may-nothings-going-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TMhlBQla3OI/AAAAAAAAAoE/nD9zPQeVZXo/s72-c/71963_439960999199_597394199_5354008_381970_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-1228085745245362502</id><published>2010-10-26T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:05:55.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-1228085745245362502?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1228085745245362502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1228085745245362502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1228085745245362502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1228085745245362502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/close-your-eyes-clear-your-heart-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-6358533676666143355</id><published>2010-10-26T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:53:57.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was goooood today, had a blast with the girls and the rest of the NA cohort. The amazing race at Changi was bloody funtastic. I especially enjoyed lunch with the girls today. We all had so much to talk about since we haven't been meeting up much. We were all so excited to talk to each other today, I like. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicky called me this morning at 2.15am. I was glad I wasn't sleeping yet or else I would have missed the call. Stupid Nicky was laughing at my previous post. Stupid bitch, I can be full of sense and dollars too okay! Bitch.. _|_ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's officially the last day of school. Yayer, I can't freaking hell wait. Cycling with the girls on Fridayyyyyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s Good luck for your papers Diana, Lira. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-6358533676666143355?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6358533676666143355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=6358533676666143355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6358533676666143355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6358533676666143355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/school-was-goooood-today-had-blast-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-6321307935907042119</id><published>2010-10-25T02:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T02:41:54.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to be up for school in 3 hours and 15minutes but here I am on the net, blogging to get whatever's in my system out. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my weekend mopping around the house. While mopping around the house, I was thinking about someone. Heck, I was thinking about that someone, ok lets name that person A.. So as I was saying, I was thinking about A probably 89% of the time during my weekend. It's like a disease and it's scary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things between A and I have always been filled with ups and downs but we thought we'd work things out eventually but guess we stand corrected. Things played out differently and I'm not sure about A but I'm bloody hell affected by it. I can't really be bothered by the shit I had to go through, I'm just affected by how I lost her just. like. that. You know what I mean? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought maybe this time round, things might actually be different from all the others but haha, things are actually different but not how I expected it to be. Meeting A did change how I feel about living the year 2010 and it actually did add glitter to my decision to come back to sg. She changed my perspective on so many things. She doesn't even know how much she changed me but it's okay, as long as she's happy living her life, I'll be happy for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31063382-6321307935907042119?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6321307935907042119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=6321307935907042119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6321307935907042119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6321307935907042119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-have-to-be-up-for-school-in-3-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-31141065644512451</id><published>2010-10-24T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T01:17:48.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are so many things going through my head right now. I lost all drive in life and I don't feel like doing anything for the rest of the holidays. The damned phone conversation I had right after work last night totally killed me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never felt so insulted in my whole entire life. Apart from feeling so bloody insulted, I lost you. People are always saying (even myself): You're still young, you'll find someone else. But guys, have yall ever thought that maybe, just maybe there are some people you might want to keep for the rest of your life even as a friend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As stupid as this may sound, I feel so taunted. Whatever Val's dad said (shout to be precise) is still replaying in my head like a broken record. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need help &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-31141065644512451?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/31141065644512451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=31141065644512451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/31141065644512451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/31141065644512451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-are-so-many-things-going-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-7210807134743312614</id><published>2010-10-20T01:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T13:33:47.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCGo8uwa2FI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RCGo8uwa2FI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7210807134743312614?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7210807134743312614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7210807134743312614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7210807134743312614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7210807134743312614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-time-favourite-from-em-i-should-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5106581865717627932</id><published>2010-10-20T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:40:45.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9TGj2jrJk8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9TGj2jrJk8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin's greatest masterpiece. I do not understand how anyone could hate this. You have to be fucking pyscho to be hating this, I'm serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5106581865717627932?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5106581865717627932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5106581865717627932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5106581865717627932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5106581865717627932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/led-zeppelins-greatest-masterpiece.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-395562624360316825</id><published>2010-10-20T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T01:25:12.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Working for two days in the F&amp;amp;B Industry has taught me that I should seriously be more considerate to the people working at any fast food joint that I eat at because it is no easy job to keep the place comfortable for everyone and please every customer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing for six hours is a killer. I just hope I survive long enough on this job man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-395562624360316825?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/395562624360316825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=395562624360316825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/395562624360316825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/395562624360316825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/working-for-two-days-in-f-industry-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-1286565538844501510</id><published>2010-10-10T15:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:41:24.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This will be my very last time posting from my awesome apartment in Northoaks. Tomorrow is the last day of my exams(YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!) and the day we are moving out of this awesome apartment which my parents stupidly sold and bought some shitty ass resort looking like apartment in Selataris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really good time with Diana and Herman last night. Love those two so much. Had a pretty good dinner after lepaking at Herman's place. Had drinks and lepak-ed at Teban reservoir after that till late then headed back to Diana's place. Had an awesome night/ early morning at Diana's ;-) Mummy made us lunch, yummy but fucking ass spicy lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home now and my god, so much more shit to do! Yay, two maids are over at my place but I don't like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-1286565538844501510?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/1286565538844501510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=1286565538844501510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1286565538844501510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/1286565538844501510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-will-be-my-very-last-time-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8300582983816319383</id><published>2010-10-08T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:39:27.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please make your own way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8300582983816319383?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8300582983816319383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8300582983816319383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8300582983816319383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8300582983816319383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/please-make-your-own-way-out-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8386143754445113077</id><published>2010-10-04T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T00:45:59.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm up studying for my Biology and Chemistry papers later on. I just came here to say I'm going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8386143754445113077?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8386143754445113077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8386143754445113077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8386143754445113077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8386143754445113077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-up-studying-for-my-biology-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5892501178297762903</id><published>2010-10-03T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:23:12.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKgFIEbEZ2I/AAAAAAAAAns/tNli6RKtw2M/s1600/1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKgFIEbEZ2I/AAAAAAAAAns/tNli6RKtw2M/s320/1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523670579154282338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5892501178297762903?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5892501178297762903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5892501178297762903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5892501178297762903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5892501178297762903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKgFIEbEZ2I/AAAAAAAAAns/tNli6RKtw2M/s72-c/1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-7493372758625342613</id><published>2010-10-03T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T09:40:37.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A quick one before breakfast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a really good time with the girls and Herman last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kitkat, beer and stout--&gt; HUGE NO-NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diana won 3 games in a row of pool against the boys! Dayum princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study udy udy till its time to go to Uncle Ian's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I smell breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to pee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wtf, sissy's going out when dad clearly said we're going out later on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-7493372758625342613?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/7493372758625342613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=7493372758625342613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7493372758625342613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/7493372758625342613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/quick-one-before-breakfast.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-2925793239542304953</id><published>2010-10-02T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:14:39.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKajWShLWcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qTKwopwWQyE/s1600/25405_394269517920_618482920_4031288_2397425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKajWShLWcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qTKwopwWQyE/s320/25405_394269517920_618482920_4031288_2397425_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523281596339935682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy sixteen birthday, Bzle Strna aka Elyssta Gayle Sahetapy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've  been through so much shit together. Stupid arguments, fighting over  cigarettes, getting high, eating supper on the kitchen floor,  sleepovers, getting scolded by both our parents at the same(Jesus, 4  mouths scolding us JUST BECAUSE Felicia's stupid paper plane didn't fly)  and CELINE DION AND BRITNEY SPEARS IN THE CAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for  always being there whenever I needed someone. You're the best, bitch.  Have a good, good one. Wait, of course you will, you're meeting me later  on, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, partner in crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKajWNraJ3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/MZ85atP7CIY/s1600/23464_373047228848_783333848_5043427_7589883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKajWNraJ3I/AAAAAAAAAnc/MZ85atP7CIY/s320/23464_373047228848_783333848_5043427_7589883_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523281595040671602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKajWMIg0SI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9ZkJ1JXMTck/s1600/23464_373052558848_783333848_5043521_4501926_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKajWMIg0SI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9ZkJ1JXMTck/s320/23464_373052558848_783333848_5043521_4501926_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523281594625872162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKajVyKajYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/hYPXcxRrhlE/s1600/23464_373052523848_783333848_5043519_3487124_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKajVyKajYI/AAAAAAAAAnM/hYPXcxRrhlE/s320/23464_373052523848_783333848_5043519_3487124_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523281587654528386" 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/31063382-2925793239542304953?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2925793239542304953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2925793239542304953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2925793239542304953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2925793239542304953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-sixteen-birthday-bzle-strna-aka.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TKajWShLWcI/AAAAAAAAAnk/qTKwopwWQyE/s72-c/25405_394269517920_618482920_4031288_2397425_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31063382.post-8757659272138946312</id><published>2010-10-01T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:23:27.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT'S OCTOBER GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more week of hell and I'm free to p-p-p-p-party. I can't wait to get geog, sci and math papers over and done with because I'm not going to do anything for the accounts papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like burning someone's fucking face right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8757659272138946312?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8757659272138946312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8757659272138946312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8757659272138946312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8757659272138946312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/10/its-october-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-6975790176255231706</id><published>2010-09-30T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:08:50.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>October calls for changes. Changes I need to fucking make in order to bloody hell straighten up my shit and changes I should have made a long time ago. There are many things to look forward to in the coming month but the one thing I'm super excited about is my parents' 12th anni. Like omg, 12 years since you guys got married. 12 years of you being my mother. 12 years of you nagging. 12 years of you guys having so many billion fights but still end up making it up to each other at the end of the day. After 12 years and you guys are still married!!! Oh my gosh dad, your longest marriage everrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-6975790176255231706?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6975790176255231706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=6975790176255231706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6975790176255231706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6975790176255231706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/09/october-calls-for-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-92089225949702215</id><published>2010-09-26T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:20:11.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Approx. 8 more days to my next paper. Need to hardcore focus on my papers. No more lepaking and wasting my time on the net so much. I'm going to own my Math papers, Chemistry, Bio and Geography papers. I'm going to get my grade 4/3 and grade 2 for those papers respectively. I REALLY NEED A GRADE 2 FOR MY HUMANITIES AND SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh (&amp;amp;@!(&amp;amp;#)*)!!!!*(@!&amp;amp;(&amp;amp;@)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I've been having really weird dreams the past few nights. I wake up feeling so lost and insecure and this sucks. Shit, I need to stop fagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-92089225949702215?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/92089225949702215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=92089225949702215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/92089225949702215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/92089225949702215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/09/approx.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-4813716602461518277</id><published>2010-09-25T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:01:08.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Why do all good things come to an end?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-4813716602461518277?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/4813716602461518277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-31063382.post-3268432445965536008</id><published>2010-09-24T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T23:11:38.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.. if you have yet to realise, I'm in a good mood right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-3268432445965536008?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/3268432445965536008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=3268432445965536008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-6553793470312781944?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/6553793470312781944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=6553793470312781944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6553793470312781944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/6553793470312781944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-messed-up-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-5593434903427397483</id><published>2010-09-22T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:29:17.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I don't bring home report slips with many pretty grade As on it. I'm sorry I don't keep to my curfews. I'm sorry I don't help you out with the house chores even though I'm free as hell. I'm sorry I can't be like Dulcie who is an all rounded student who graduated with such a good testimonial and graduation cert. I'm sorry I don't get along with my little sisters at times which pisses you off because you always end up having to take sides. I'm sorry that I do things which I'm not suppose to do at my age. I'm sorry for keeping things from you and I'm sorry that I'm not the awesome daughter any parent would want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also sorry that sometimes, you don't even understand how I feel and what I'm going through. I hope some day, you'll understand why I'm behaving like this. I need you to understand that there are things I want to do in life and I hope you'll someday love me like one of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-5593434903427397483?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/5593434903427397483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=5593434903427397483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5593434903427397483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/5593434903427397483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/09/dear-mom-im-sorry-i-dont-bring-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-2665022573406192071</id><published>2010-09-21T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:52:25.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to delete my post. Strict orders from captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-2665022573406192071?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/2665022573406192071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=2665022573406192071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2665022573406192071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/2665022573406192071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/09/had-to-delete-my-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-241976932757572063</id><published>2010-09-20T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T22:12:58.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi ol' folks, I had one hell of a freaking crappy start to the week but other than that, I'm feeling good, good thanks to the lepak session I had with Diana, Flying buddy, Maria Mendoza and Yan aka. MACHO. Yes, I know I'm suppose to be studying... but hey, I did math during accounts lesson. Like, so hardworking ah sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stupidly left my wallet in yan's buddha bag because I was too lazy to carry it. Now, I'm identity-less and no more brunei money for me. Did I tell you, SCHOOL WAS FANTASTIC TODAY. Shoot me for saying that but thanks Jasmine for listening to me rant like a bastard just now during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go and sort my shit out so I'm out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-241976932757572063?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/241976932757572063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=241976932757572063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/241976932757572063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/241976932757572063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/09/hi-ol-folks-i-had-one-hell-of-freaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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-31063382.post-8864203388025762287</id><published>2010-09-18T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:51:17.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TJQ29f2kWwI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-AXeiI6OtZI/s1600/18851_313432472920_618482920_3629671_4900425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TJQ29f2kWwI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-AXeiI6OtZI/s320/18851_313432472920_618482920_3629671_4900425_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518095873585994498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, found this in my hard drive. Taken approx. 7months ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31063382-8864203388025762287?l=theawesomestshit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/feeds/8864203388025762287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31063382&amp;postID=8864203388025762287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8864203388025762287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31063382/posts/default/8864203388025762287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theawesomestshit.blogspot.com/2010/09/haha-found-this-in-my-hard-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>Shari- Jane Natasha Shawna Hamilton- Shimmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07134966183577673538</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vd0G4fA2BzQ/TJQ29f2kWwI/AAAAAAAAAnE/-AXeiI6OtZI/s72-c/18851_313432472920_618482920_3629671_4900425_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
