<?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-8326488812778510394</id><updated>2011-11-27T09:27:01.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Imperfect Tale</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-5722920326611313817</id><published>2011-11-27T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T09:23:37.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2J</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;2J&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's been a while, I know. But I decided to take the time and write about my Best friend. She told me she wanted to update her blog about our outing today so I decided to blog too. Since it's been like forever. I bet nobody has a clue about the tittle but me bestie does (Well, lets hope she remembers what it stands for.) AHAHA It's been a while right May may? xD We were such kids. This post is dedicated to my best friend for ALMOST 6 YEARS. Leong Kah May! (Screaming fans!!! *me*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8TYRx_hww8/TtJwKZkXIqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/EftDAYX5Km0/s400/IMG_7288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679725404032017058" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Look at her, all grown up from that kid I use to know. :D We finally hang out with each after after SO LONG. And when I said long I mean A WHOLE YEAR. Missed her like mad. AH FUCK. I forgot to give her a big bear hug. ): AHAHAHA, I just wanted to chock her. &amp;gt;:D Anyway, cheers May may. Keep in contact if you want a free cocktail on me when we hit the clubs. Or Teh tarik at mamak also can. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0hLpiHszgC0/TtJwKv_bwCI/AAAAAAAAAag/kccuNDA3Ndc/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679725410051145762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 114px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have an old picture of us in elementary but I can't seem to find it. I could if I would. But I can't find the picture.Next time, because I know it is somewhere inside a box I have of old junk. &amp;gt;:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&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/8326488812778510394-5722920326611313817?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/5722920326611313817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/11/2j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5722920326611313817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5722920326611313817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/11/2j.html' title='2J'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v8TYRx_hww8/TtJwKZkXIqI/AAAAAAAAAaY/EftDAYX5Km0/s72-c/IMG_7288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-1115486506895778087</id><published>2011-08-20T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T09:15:59.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's Time To Face Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When It's Time To Face Reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, reality. One of my top most scary words for me. Next to exams and studying. I do find my self as a care free person. Which led me to having a harder time as time flies. I'm 16 in the next 4 days. In the next few years I'd be in college. Then the next hing I know I'm gonna be earning my own money with my bare hands. (metaphorically  speaking) My parents does not think that I know how hard it is to make money in this world. And how when I have kids I will understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I wish they know I'm different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I can be immature and shits but my mind knows how to think rationally. Of course I know it's hard. Getting money out of you is hard enough imagine trying to earn it. Every human being with a mind will obviously feel good after earning something when they worked hard for it and when it is earned they'll appreciate it. And to just give it away to be wasted on your children 'random shopping for useless things' or 'random lunch/dinner with friends' Is not a good feeling. So, yeah I know it is hard to earn money. Like said, 'money doesn't grow on trees'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why in my thinking, before I suffer to earn my own money, I enjoy yours. The world is not free. So it's obvious I'll pay you back. You know when I earn my own expenses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to leave this place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to leave home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have a terrible life actually. I'm a normal kid with a normal dull life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a shelter over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have food on the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have clothes to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents don't abuse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get bullied in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family that loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In front of peoples eyes my life isn't so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still. I would rather just live alone. I have times in life where I'd rather be alone. I go school, I socialize. I come home, I still have to socialize but with my family. Never time for myself unless I lock myself in the room. I'm hoping when I get to live alone I come home to nothing to socialize with after a day of socializing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm weird I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a bad personality and I know that too. Of course you can take me as the kind of people that will not give a fuck of what you think of me. Go ahead and judge. I don't have to be all up in your face telling you not to judge me unless I can make the whole world stop it. It's normal to judge a person by their personality or appearance. Think bad of me. It does not matter to me.&lt;br /&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/8326488812778510394-1115486506895778087?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/1115486506895778087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-its-time-to-face-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1115486506895778087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1115486506895778087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-its-time-to-face-reality.html' title='When It&apos;s Time To Face Reality'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-3757799712957090662</id><published>2011-06-11T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T01:26:48.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Otaku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow homosapien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realize I haven't blog in an awfully long time. Which I find really sucky since I made this blog because I love writing and I'm wasting time instead on the internet. It's the secong last day of my 2 weeks holiday and well, as predicted, I waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans I had for the holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finish Moral projects&lt;br /&gt;-Finish writing Nellie in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;-Finish writing my other book with no tittle.&lt;br /&gt;-Think of a tittle for my book&lt;br /&gt;-GO OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I did in the holidays&lt;br /&gt;-Home&lt;br /&gt;-Home&lt;br /&gt;-Home&lt;br /&gt;-Online&lt;br /&gt;-Online&lt;br /&gt;-Online&lt;br /&gt;-Take care of Kyle&lt;br /&gt;-Watch anime&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, SAD holiday. I literally watch 4 animes FINISHED. Only got to 1 page of Nellie in Wonderland and wake up at 2 in the afternoon. OH GOD. I NEED A LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-3757799712957090662?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/3757799712957090662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/06/otaku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3757799712957090662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3757799712957090662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/06/otaku.html' title='Otaku'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-2420550843322527379</id><published>2011-04-13T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T06:32:06.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Like Eternity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's Been Like Eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HELLO HELLO&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long has it been since I blogged? A month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just filling up my blog since I haven't write in a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of write, I do miss writing. (school work doesn't count)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh free times how I miss it! Reason why I stop blogging for a while also is because my social life outside school became a dope. It's been so long since I hang with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn baby i have to take care off. -.- Literally sometimes I had to sneak out just for time of fun without my baby brother. Yes! I'm mean! But that was last time really. I stop for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, me being good kid. *The angel thingy on head* HALOOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randomness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljkrpfkx3M1qd140eo1_400.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love your Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY NEW QUOTE!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                "When I'm sad, I stop being sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                 and be Awesome instead."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-2420550843322527379?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/2420550843322527379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-like-eternity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2420550843322527379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2420550843322527379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-been-like-eternity.html' title='It&apos;s Been Like Eternity.'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-5106732830691104870</id><published>2011-03-12T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T08:35:01.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Me Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Skin Me Alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yesterday I had a intense exercise with my training instructor. Well, his actually a friend helping me to lose weight but I call him my coach. He is well, mean. We did a 6 round lap around in the playground. A BIG playground. Then on the 7th round me made me jog. Doesn't sound so bad? Try doing it! -___- Gawd I was hell tired! When I thought I was done, he made me walk around my WHOLE neighborhood and my place is like huge. We even went places we never knew existed! When ever I complain he made me go faster. I had to keep up with his pace and he has long legs. As that whole long walk (like really LONG) was over, I thought I was done for the day. For hell, that was just the beginning. Later on was all Pump-ups and Push-ups. And I had to do this chair Pump-ups but I twisted my wrist when I did Pump-ups on the ground.   =__= But what so ever, I am determine to lose my weight. And he is so ever kind enough to help me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But today I had to do it my self because he was sick. I'd promise I did the same thing like yesterday but, GAWD no. I just took my bike and cycle for 10 minutes. Got tired. Went home did all the Pump-ups and Push-ups like yesterday. :D He might kill me but screw you! My bady aches! T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;DEAD FRONTIER!!!!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mmogamesite.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Dead-Frontier-logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Currently playing this ZOMBIE GAME! WOO HOO! Thank you David Tam for telling the game because I have been finding a game to play since like forever. Finally found one! Without paying or having to download Like all the rest. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ZOMBIESSSSS!!! GET READY FOR A KILLING SPREEEEEE &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/8326488812778510394-5106732830691104870?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/5106732830691104870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/03/skin-me-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5106732830691104870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5106732830691104870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/03/skin-me-alive.html' title='Skin Me Alive'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-4164779575551252629</id><published>2011-03-10T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T05:44:52.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Why I Love My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;This Is Why I Love My Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was a pretty long time ago, but when Nellie wasn't replying me in skype &lt;s&gt;Bitch &lt;/s&gt; xD Nah, kidding. But when she wasn't replying me I was bored enough to look at out past chat massages. AND IT WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS.. to me, well because it was a sweet fun memory. Oh, the end of last year. When times was good. ANYWAY, read, this is how we fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: you ass&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: hahahahahaahhahaahahahahhahahaah&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: xP&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: DIE&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: you dick :D&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: DIE&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: You PUSSY&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You vagina!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: You PENINS&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You anus&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: PENIS*&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: SPERM DUCT&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: you la&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: you Testicles!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU .... NIPPLE&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU .... NIPPLEHAH&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: you Boob!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: BREAST&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: you Shit!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: BALLS&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU PEE&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: xDDD&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Hymen!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: crazy&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: you you............ EUNICE&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: :D&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: HAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You..you HIRUSTAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: HAHAHAHA PWNED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: DANIAL!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: xP&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You...you DAVID!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: Pwnage!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: I still have the ultimate pwnage :D&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: NO YOU DONT&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU XIAN LOONG!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: yOU SALTY DRAGON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You pissy shit ass nigga!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: *pUSSY!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU MICHELLE TAWA&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Neville Hew!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU NELLIE HEW!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You LITISHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: I WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: I WIN&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: I WIN&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: I WIN!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: DIED DIE&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: I WILL&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: Brv=b~&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: *brb~&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU KYLE&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Jazel Lynne Aboz Tawa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: I am awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: muahahahahaahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: lol!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: no ur not~&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU HUI TING&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: O:&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: YOU SUPRAMANIAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU ANUAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: PWNED!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: YOU KAMARUL!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: &gt;=DD&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: AINON!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: YOU AMARA!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU MAHNUM&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: YOU MISS POINTY BOOBS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU SYARIFAH&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Retard!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU DUMBASS&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: you ASSHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU FREAK&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Chibai!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: XD&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU PUNDEk&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: you PANDI PUNDEK!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU PANDI PUNDEK SUTTI&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: YOU CHOW CHI BAI!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: Owned!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: xDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: PUTANGINAMO!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You MAHAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: cousin here O_O&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: and you said the tagalog thing out load&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: O_O&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: what the hell is mahai?&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: Its a bad word&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: so HAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: LOL&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: WAITTTTT&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU GAGA&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: O:&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Taylor Momsen!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: no its filipino bad wotd actually&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU MILET CYRUS&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Fucking BASTARD&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: :D&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU FUCKED UP BITICH&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Ass licking Asshole!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU DICK BLOW JOBING SLUT&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Vagina sucking Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU LESBIAN SEX ADDICT&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Cum swallowing Gay offending Piece of shit!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU GAY OBSESSING SEX CRAVING PUSSY SHIT ASS NIGGA&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: AHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: You Lesbian Obsessive Vagina Poop Butt Asian!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: YOU SEPIT MATA LESBIAN PUSSY SUCKING CHINAPEk&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: you INDIAN GANGSTER ASS SUCKING PENIS RUBBING PUNDEK SON OF A BITCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: WHITE FLAG&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: I GIVE UP&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: T_T&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: I OWN ALL!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: MWAHAHAHAHAHA~!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: I DONT WANNA TALK TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: XP&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: YOU STILL ARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: SO HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: PWNED AGAIN XD&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: EAT MY SHIT FROM MY NATRUAL BLACK ASS&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: xP&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: "this is all a joke so chill"&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: "wasssssssuuuuuuuuuuppppppp!!!!!!!!!!1 xDDDDD"&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: i know!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: hahahahaahahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: still not talking&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: xP&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: Eat my ORGANIC POOP from my natural love shaped pink ass!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: T_T&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: Later I will play It girl&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: BUT.......&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: eh?&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: TELL ME WHEN YOUR BACK&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nellie Hew: I'M BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jazel Lynne: my internet is a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I love my best friend. :D No offense to the people who's name are said. Nothing personal, really! It's just a joke!!! We just thought of name we could think of. We named people we were close to in 2010. Well, except the teachers. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-4164779575551252629?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/4164779575551252629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-why-i-love-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/4164779575551252629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/4164779575551252629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-why-i-love-my-best-friend.html' title='This Is Why I Love My Best Friend'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-2345156899530636762</id><published>2011-02-18T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T23:52:41.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Takes To Get A Leo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What It Takes To Get A Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHLepf6GbZA/TV91EP3gF-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dKo1SKkMY-8/s1600/Leo%2BTattoo%2BSymbols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHLepf6GbZA/TV91EP3gF-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dKo1SKkMY-8/s200/Leo%2BTattoo%2BSymbols.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575303579547211746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is for my friend who is a Leo. :D Just to show her, this shit can be so true. I bold the ones I comment on. KAKAKAKA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Seduce a Leo Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You have your eyes set on a Leo woman? I can’t blame you one bit. She  is surely a force to be reckoned with and a prize indeed. You must be  ambitious because this woman demands to you rise to her occasion and be  worthy of her presence. She is after all the Queen of the Jungle. If you  cannot meet her requirements she can simply turn on her charm and find  someone who can. Do not let her pass you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your Lioness can be a dangerous woman. She has all the designs of a  fixed fire sign and just cannot be stopped. She stalks her prey, plans  an attack then pounces. There is no changing her mind or deterring her  from her from her desire. Once she has locked her sights on something  then by all means move the hell out of her way and fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is determined and achieves all she desires but it is lonely at  the top. A Queen with as much passion and spark as a Leo woman deserves a  worthy consort. What will make you worthy? Recognizing that she is to  be adored and worshiped and recognizing that she cannot be held down or  kept at the back. You do not engage a woman of the fire signs to be your  trophy, you engage a fire sign to conquer the world as your equal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before you attempt to pursue please be crystal clear that this will  be no ordinary task. You must know exactly how to approach for it is THE  most important thing you will do. A Leo woman is not easily impressed;  she will laugh you right out the door. Keep in mind she sees herself as a  Queen and can easily back up her point of view with her long list of  achievements. She never just “thinks.” She absolutely knows–and you must  too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Confidence is the key to everything with her. Approach her with  confidence and a bit of humility. Recognize her worth and tell her so.  Flattery will get you everywhere with a Leo woman. They cannot get  enough of your attention, compliments and flattery. When you ask her  out, already have a game plan in mind. “I would like to take you …” She  wants someone who knows where and when before they go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Take her anywhere. She is a woman ruled by the sun so outdoor  activities, weather permitting, are always good. Do not be afraid to  take her to places that require a certain sense of class or style. Those  are places she will likely feel more comfortable at. She likes a place  that she can go and turn everyone’s head. She likes to show off, not  only show herself off but also show her partner off. Make sure you are  well dressed at all times. This first date will be everything so look  great, speak well and focus on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is a woman who knows how to highlight her worth, regardless of  their financial or intellectual station. If she has $5, she will buy the  best she can with that money and flaunt it like its gold. She knows she  makes gold look good. She expects anyone that she dates to be able to  as well. She will not even date anyone who isn’t as ambitious as she is.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During your first date she sizing you up and will not hesitate to just  leave you in the middle of the date if she isn’t happy&lt;/span&gt;. (sound so you man!) Do not give her a  reason to! Ask what she wants in life and tell her yours. Tell her what  you want to accomplish and how you plan on doing so. The more she sees  you wave places to go and worlds to conquer, the more she will want to  share her jungle with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do not think that because you have a few dates with her that you are  in and its smooth sailing from here. It could be a few months down the  road or even two years. The second you let up and it doesn’t look like  you are going to bounce back, she will bounce you. Once you come on then  stay on, keep your best foot forward. She is not all business though;  you can have fun with her. A lot of fun you will have once she trusts  you are in her league.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part of the fun with your Lioness is the sex&lt;/span&gt;. (AHAHAHHAH!) Hold on tight and be  prepared for a work out. Just like life, she is in it to win it. You  will both be happy and quite sated once your sessions are over. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She  gives direction, praise and multiple orgasms in bed.&lt;/span&gt; (O_O Fuu yoh! NELLIE! xD) You should give  just as much. She will tell you just how she likes it. You can also tell  her what you like. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Use all the dirty talk you can muster. &lt;/span&gt;(Damn girl!) Listen while  she makes you release just off the sound of her sexy voice. She will not  stop and you better not stop until neither of you can’t lift your head  off the pillow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With a Leo you work hard and play even harder. &lt;/span&gt;(Y)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You might be reading this and think that attracting the Leo woman is  work. No, the work is in keeping her. Creativity goes just as far as  flattery and praise. Keeping the relationship moving forward isn’t just  business and ambition it is good times and fun. She isn’t beneath  throwing a wrench into things for not only her own amusement but to  gauge your reaction. Until that woman is married, she will always weigh  her partner’s worth. She might even do so after marriage too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I warned you that a Leo woman is a force to be reckoned with. There  may be some hoops to jump through and there maybe days where you ask  yourself why do I bother, but she is proof that nothing in this world  worth gold is easy or free. She is the type that will make you a better  person and even teach you something about yourself. She isn’t for the  faint at heart or the passive aggressive. She is the one who wants  everything that world can offer and is not afraid to work for it. So put  up or shut up and keep it moving if you can’t hang with the stars. Your  Lioness is worth the hunt, don’t ever let her go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-2345156899530636762?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/2345156899530636762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-it-takes-to-get-leo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2345156899530636762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2345156899530636762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-it-takes-to-get-leo.html' title='What It Takes To Get A Leo'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHLepf6GbZA/TV91EP3gF-I/AAAAAAAAAYk/dKo1SKkMY-8/s72-c/Leo%2BTattoo%2BSymbols.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-2909253118500951292</id><published>2011-02-16T03:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:38:59.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Opposite Attract</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Opposite Attract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not sure what's wrong with me but really, I my taste in men (or boys if counts) if just... super weird. I seem to be attracted to guys who are.. way out of MY line. Well, I'm.. you can call big. Broad shoulders, wide waist, a little over weight. :D But I tend to get attracted to guys who are... not perfect for a girl like me. O: very confusing la so screw it! I usually like men who are taller but sometimes when I feel like being.. a Seme (Google it if you don't know) towards guys. Meaning I tend to like a male where I feel dominant around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the whole point of this is actually I actually got 'attracted' to this guy. But dude, seriously, it's not a crush nor I have puppy like on him. I just go "Hmmm... you.." with a spark of interest. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT A CRUSH I REPEAT.&lt;/span&gt; Just for in case. I just got attracted to him after I saw him play the guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="lyric"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="lyric"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"All my life I've been good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="lyric"&gt; But now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="lyric"&gt; I'm thinking What The Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="lyric"&gt; All I want is to mess around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I don't really care about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="lyric"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lalalalalalalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lalalalalalalalala"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="lyric"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8326488812778510394-2909253118500951292?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/2909253118500951292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/02/opposite-attract.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2909253118500951292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2909253118500951292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/02/opposite-attract.html' title='The Opposite Attract'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-711798331693380602</id><published>2011-02-01T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:58:32.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Takes To Get A Virgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;What It Takes To Get A Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TUgzr29zVFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Je3KuYQH2qo/s1600/zodiac%2Bvirgo%2Bvirgin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TUgzr29zVFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Je3KuYQH2qo/s200/zodiac%2Bvirgo%2Bvirgin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568757767825740882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, so I got from this website from a friend about 'How To Seduce Your Star sign'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sexstrology.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I read mine and I was like OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG So mother-effing true!!! It's like it knows me so well. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;BOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; the really True once in case if you so lazy to read. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is straight forward, reliable and gorgeous to boot. Your Virgo woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; just might be perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;; it is after all what she strives for. Trust me when I tell you that when you fall in love with the Virgo Woman, you will fall hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Are Virgo women hard to get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Sadly friends, it isn’t an act,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; they are hard to get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; The trouble is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; she seeks perfection in everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If you are less than that, then leave her alone or watch her as she runs fast away from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(TRUE TRUE TRUE Did that to a few guys already. Run awayyyy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is analytical and precise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Everything needs to be just so in order for her to be happy and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; If it isn’t, she is not going anywhere until it is. For all that she discriminates she is also very considerate. She regards all involved before she makes a move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Virgo woman has an extraordinary eye for detail and will exhaust every avenue, including herself, to make sure things go as planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Being punctual and reliable is a must for her. (if only I could drive! My family are never punctual or on time!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She’s particularly fond of routines and lists. She probably has a list of her lists to keep track of them. For all the proficiency, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;she is fairly reserved and shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;She is uncomfortable with too much attention and perhaps embarrasses easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t scared you off? That’s good because a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Virgo woman is worth the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(Gotta work to get me xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;You will need to become friends with a Virgo woman before hoping to seduce her.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(A FUCKING MUST!! Jangan so fast wanna date me when I harldy know you! &lt;s&gt;yes you the man in strips. Think I forgot it? it was the day that creep me out&lt;/s&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Knowing the quirks of her sign will get you far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Her sign is an intellectual sign which makes her a highly practical person. She is calm, collected and will never display any unreasonable or emotional outbursts in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Though she is viewed as having little to no emotions, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;you will be surprised that she has a quick wit and can find humor in most things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not only does she have a quick wit but empathy toward others you wouldn’t have expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Virgos tend to worry too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; So to seduce your Virgo, help her to worry less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Keep things fun and light. Bring laughter, she needs it and sometimes forgets that she can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; They don’t generally like off the wall, crazy experiences or large crowds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Keep dates traditional and old fashioned (dinner and theater) until you learn more about her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Virgo women love nature so invite her for a weekend away in the country or hiking in the mountains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;(Nature thing dont really work for me though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Let her see you as the person she can relax with and find freedom from the mind that is always running. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Use your time as friends to learn her limits; it will help you make a better partner later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as you may want to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;don’t rush her in anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; By now you will see what a gem she truly is and will want to take it to the next level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Let the friendship naturally grow to love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she will let you know when you get there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A Virgo love needs a little time to develop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; As in all things, she will analyze every step along the way to make sure its perfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;As a result do be surprised if she seems hesitant and stand-offish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;She will seem that way until she’s comfortable with a partner. So when in public, keep displays of affection to a minimum. Wait to show cooing love until you get her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Virgo woman is a particularly loyal person and tends to be traditional in their outlook. Giving pink roses will reach her heart and she will soon want to open up to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Virgo females want a partner who respects and understands them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She wants someone who is also intellectual and is just as organized as she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;She demands her partner to be not only devoted but reliable and sincere. Let your creativity shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Wite a poem or paint her a picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Show her that you want her and that she is of high value to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; She will in turn do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;She also places very high value on her relationships and the sex she has in it. She likes to keep her sex life private and behind closed doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a Virgo woman falls for you, you will never choose to leave. She will devote herself entirely to you and will make you feel as if you were only one ever. It is then when you see just how special she is. You will see the true measure of her strength and femininity which is superior even to that of the Aries woman. It is here where the time and effort you put into courting your Virgo pays off. You will have no doubt she wants to love you and she will have no problem showing you all the ways she wants to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Behind closed doors with your Virgo, you will understand the term “let the games begin”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep her, understand that is that she is always “on.” Even if she isn’t at work or home, her mind is always racing. This is a woman that you may have to force her to relax. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;As a perfectionist she is always thinking of ways to improve things or critique her most recent activities. She will need someone to know when she near her limit and has to recharge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;That said she hates wasting time or sitting still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Be creative in your down time with her. If you can figure out how to accomplish something while “relaxing” then she may never want to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a rather strong woman, stable and confident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Virgo women will seem dreary and reserved but they simply are very careful with choosing the friends and lovers they spend their lives with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Their attitude towards life and love are quite practical. She needs no fuss, just plain honesty and sincerity. When she loves it is fully, honestly and passionately. You will never want for anything with your Virgo woman. Your house will be a home and your love will always be returned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Consider yourself warned though, let her and she will give you Heaven on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah. So fucking me. :) I got to be honest. I was like this even before. I had men (boys) who goes "I Love You" when I don't even know them much and I straight got turn off! I don't like it if you take it to fast. I prefer slow terms. I want to get to know the person until I'm comfortable to say I Love You. I may not say it SO FAST. As a 16 year old in her adolescence. I find love really just..... Immature thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean I have friends with boyfriends and they go "I really Love him!" which makes me wanna barf! They say it as if they are gonna marry him! DUDE your in high school. The chances are actually just fantasy of curiosity when your in adolescence wanting to know how is it like being LOVED. I'm not gonna lie, I was like that. Wanting to see what is so good about dating a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I almost dated this guy who said I love you to me. Until, I heard him said it the second time. then it hit me. It's all childish games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started not to believe in love soon enough and went to high school crush out of curiosity. I like to call it.... experiments. Not to be harsh or anything! Just... since wanting to be a physiologist, human behavior studying also known as Profiling (Criminal Minds was my inspiration) I tend to study.... my friends who are in love, or friends who are flirts and play with love. (yeah, I have a friend like that =__=)&lt;br /&gt;I think this is one of my longest post! I feel like I'm writing a book! LOL. Anyways. OFF NOW. Sleepy......................... God ,what time is it? SHITTTTTTT need to sleep! Gotta wake up early tomorrow. DAMN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-711798331693380602?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/711798331693380602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-it-takes-to-get-virgo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/711798331693380602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/711798331693380602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-it-takes-to-get-virgo.html' title='What It Takes To Get A Virgo'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TUgzr29zVFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Je3KuYQH2qo/s72-c/zodiac%2Bvirgo%2Bvirgin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-1628040465380891353</id><published>2011-01-18T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T06:43:08.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm The Worst Blog Owner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm The Worst Blog Owner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't know why but I take my blog as a pet. It's a must feed but I'm the worst owner. I mean DAMN! My last post was Christmas? WOW. My schedule is a little busy now days since I'm in a sub-science class. No offense the FULL science class, put you guys are smart! With my IQ I don't know how to cope! I didn't even knew HOW I enter a class like that, or WHY i chose it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is a load of shit. No more fooling around like I use to. (except I actually still do it) Now it's a MUST to actually FINISH your homework..... O_O Yes, It's shocking to me. With my history with homework. This is impossible! I never did my homework... EVER! (Well, until it's a total must like a punishment if we don't finish)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know it's late but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO 2011!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-1628040465380891353?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/1628040465380891353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-worst-blog-owner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1628040465380891353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1628040465380891353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-worst-blog-owner.html' title='I&apos;m The Worst Blog Owner'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-8739907265604698675</id><published>2010-12-21T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T06:14:12.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hardest Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress. Stress. Stress. Oh God. I don't even want to start of how Christmas is getting worst each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause trust me, I wish we didn't celebrate anymore.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't complain that problem, my problem now is s the presents. Goddammit. I'm short of cash this year. &lt;s&gt;and last year&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me, I needed things. :/ Call me selfish because I am. &lt;s&gt;tired of being nice anyway&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy, OMG seriously?! This is the hardest Christmas present choice EVER. for now that is :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop or  Mp4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging if you think I am. But I just need opinion. Because, I don't get this stuff often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you might think a laptop is more worth it. Dude, a personal laptop. How awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have been bugging for a new Mp4 since my Mp3 was ruin by a washing machine. I'm not joking. and Nellie both this REALLY cool head sets for me. This thing I always wanted! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRIES. I just want both. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, I Hate You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;No, seriously. I do.&lt;/s&gt;&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/8326488812778510394-8739907265604698675?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/8739907265604698675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/12/hardest-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8739907265604698675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8739907265604698675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/12/hardest-christmas.html' title='The Hardest Christmas'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-3837741414099880799</id><published>2010-12-14T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:35:56.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Man!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday My Man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm moving on from TVXQ. But I had one more man to go for the TVXQ tribute, so I might as well do it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for this man.... I ain't baking for his birthday. :( Sad i know. but I go no ingredients. Haih. So I'll just go with the Picture Tribute and a short lyrics he wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Xiah Junsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim Junsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/junsu%20hug" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 203px; height: 292px;" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w312/XiahJunsuSarang/Junsu/HugASu.png" alt="Hug Su!!! Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2003/4 Hug debut Age 17/18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/junsu%20triangle" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 314px; height: 260px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a358/desertseatingoceans/DBSK/JUNSU/JUNSU-TRIANGLE-BLFSLWBHRO.png" alt="junsu triangle Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2004 Tri-angle Album Age 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/junsu%20rising%20sun" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 226px; height: 340px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y260/Inuyashawindstar/Asian%20hotties/x15hk.jpg" alt="rising sun xiah junsu Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2005 Rising Sun Album Age 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/junsu%20o/Imissmyniece/Junsu-Xiah4.jpg?o=22" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 338px; height: 279px;" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y221/Imissmyniece/Junsu-Xiah4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2006 "O" Jung.Ban.Hap Album Age 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Car sesat at the back xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/junsu" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 337px; height: 334px;" src="http://i428.photobucket.com/albums/qq7/blueblah_2009/054.jpg" alt="xiah junsu Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 Step By Step Single Age 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/junsu" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 343px;" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee80/KaiStormwind/Junsu.jpg" alt="Junsu Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007 Five In The Black Album Age 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/junsu%20purple/Inuyashawindstar/Asian%20hotties/32fc4099xs8.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 296px;" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y260/Inuyashawindstar/Asian%20hotties/32fc4099xs8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008 Purple Line Single Age 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/junsu" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 248px; height: 373px;" src="http://i940.photobucket.com/albums/ad249/tina_jeanius/dbsk6gk8.jpg" alt="JunSu Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009 Mirotic Album Age 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://photobucket.com/images/junsu%20secret%20code" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 349px;" src="http://i657.photobucket.com/albums/uu298/sunmi-moon/the%20secret%20code/2600c6121d466a235baf5340.jpg" alt="junsu Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2009 The Secret Code Album Age 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/junsu%20break%20out/diekato/sell/jacket%20cards/breakoutJS.jpg?o=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 318px; height: 319px;" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b207/diekato/sell/jacket%20cards/breakoutJS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2010 Break Out! Single Age 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope that my wishes of smiling next to you every new morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will be able to come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll wait for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll never let go of your hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;노을..바라보다 (Picture Of you) written by Kim Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now. This is the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing Kim Junsu a Happy Xiah Day!!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-3837741414099880799?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/3837741414099880799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-my-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3837741414099880799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3837741414099880799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-my-man.html' title='Happy Birthday My Man!!'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w312/XiahJunsuSarang/Junsu/th_HugASu.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-8223914228154666281</id><published>2010-12-10T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T01:26:31.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From your fan,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From you fan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have just watch JYJ's Ayy Girl MV FULLY for the first time actually and I'm gonna say, it made me cry. NOT in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their voice... Changed. To me. I mean. It's not the same voice anymore. It's not the voice I fell for. I'm not the kind of fan that fell for their looks. (Okay, maybe I thought Yunho was cute) But I still didn't like them. Until, my lovely Kah May brought her album to my house. No offense May  may I was annoyed at first. hehehe. BUT I still love to thank you for bringing it over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the fan that fell for their voice. That sweet melodic voices that were so in sync- Okay I'm over exaggerating but I really did love their voice. i forget the first songs I listen too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising Sun,  Purple Line and Love In The Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love In The Ice.... Oh my god. It's just like. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching them sing that live is VERY emotional. I can still cry if I watch it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doushite Kimi Wo Suki Ni Natte Shimattandarou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation- Why Did I Fall For You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that made me cry just when they started singing. Heart skip a beat when I heard the first note. I remembered, tears just falling out without realizing it. I'm sure many fans experience the same thing I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes TVXQ so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's sad to know, just like that, it's over.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the best, the most in sync, the most incredible band ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unforgettable to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the only people... keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche? i know. I promise my self not to die until I meet them xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are like Idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dance like Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To play the piano and write songs like Yoochun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be charismatic like Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have Changmin's confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have such a voice like Jaejoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEK! I'm weird Aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To blog about this kinds of stuff. It usually stays in my head. But watching how JYJ was just made me to disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Junsu, Yoochun and Jaejoong. Really, I do. Just not how they make their music now. I miss their old music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Junsu, Park Yoochun, Kim Jaejoong, Shim Changmin, Jung Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names I don't think I'll forget. One thing people wont know, is that these people were my confident to talk more then I use to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think flash backs are necessary, about how quite I use to be, hate talking and bla bla bla. i was the typical loner girl. :P The girl that hated music until I discovered these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always, Thank You Kah May. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sign,&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The girl who lost her faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget this happen because I'm so gonna get embarrass writing this soon enough. -.- Why I post it? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to let go.&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/8326488812778510394-8223914228154666281?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/8223914228154666281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-your-fan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8223914228154666281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8223914228154666281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-your-fan.html' title='From your fan,'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-3611006853138189203</id><published>2010-12-10T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T09:19:49.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The TVXQ Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The TVXQ Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna say honestly. I'm not a fan of JYJ. Very sorry to say... They suck. Erg! God! They became so.. so.. GAY. Who the fuck (for guys) wears EYESHADOW! I'm gonna say this truthfully, only Adam Lambert can pull it of. And his already GAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nellie said I have Yoochun's hair in Ayy Girl MV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TQJQe_1KkkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/u8KfuRz_gL8/s1600/yuibkk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TQJQe_1KkkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/u8KfuRz_gL8/s200/yuibkk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549086184334594626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ouch. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; don't get me wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I still love the guys. Just not... then wearing eyeshadow and saying "I'm loosing my cool~!" -.-&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I mean... your not even that cool in that video. And again. No offense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkOlW4OVn7c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tkOlW4OVn7c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here you go if your interested. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just wish I was their hairstylist, fashion coordinator, plan who writes their lyrics, plan their videos and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apeifh;WOEUGLOFN;OIEFH;ouegfbUEBFUIESBFAUFA;OEUFHN;AEFH;iofn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna sleep ov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;er HUI TINGS HOUSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. DAMN. The holidays are almost over and Istill have a lot of stuff to do. =___= I just wish my parents let me go out more!!!!!!!!!! GODDAMMIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this photo of Yunho. So cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TQJRJ-k2IZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/q0Q_je8-rtY/s1600/yunho-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TQJRJ-k2IZI/AAAAAAAAAWU/q0Q_je8-rtY/s200/yunho-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549086922732085650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah May made me fell in love with this photo too. &lt;3 style="font-style: italic;" size="2"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TQJfuTe9chI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xz7TrEhHsFM/s1600/tumblr_lcj4q5pxF41qaz6lco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TQJfuTe9chI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xz7TrEhHsFM/s200/tumblr_lcj4q5pxF41qaz6lco1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549102939982623250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prettayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't suppose to be a TVXQ post but I can't help it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-3611006853138189203?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/3611006853138189203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/12/tvxq-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3611006853138189203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3611006853138189203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/12/tvxq-love.html' title='The TVXQ Love.'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TQJQe_1KkkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/u8KfuRz_gL8/s72-c/yuibkk2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-2850118884674831693</id><published>2010-11-21T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:06:19.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5-30</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna bla bla bla stuff. Making it short. Long time no post. This 30 Day Challenge was no use but I hate doing something not finishing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5 — You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dream? Which kind? My sleep ones or what I wish for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well my dreams that I wish for is..... (!!!!) To open a nightclub. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you have read right. A Nightclu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;b! I'm a weird person but I have it plan in my head already. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Well, hope to meet soon I guess. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are things I love to say out loud about him but I rather not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Xian Loong and Nellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are awesome if I need you. (on the internet that is ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never change this even if I currently hate yet love the three men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;TVXQ, I still wanna meet you guys before I die ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAH MAY!!!!!! but your ONE of the person I miss talking too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;And a little someone else, name unsaid but I miss the friendship we had before a little something happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not really a close person around me that died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Never cause a lot of pain, but I'll still make you regret it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my family basically. I just wish you guys can understand my mood changes problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kah May!! TT_TT Missing how close we use to be. D: And why is thing mostly having to write about me missing my may-may? &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAH MAY!!!!!!!!!! Oh darn this thing. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;also missing the anonymous&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met this cute guy in omegle and added each other in facebook. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you were my best friend since kindergarten. I still remember your name but I don't know how to spell it. xD Just miss him. We use to be in the same class every year, until year 3 when he moved away. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A super hot with awesome curve, rich and fabulous. done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, when I think of you I can still miss you. To, anonymous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;No one really, No guy have ever broke me down and cry... yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nellie.... I"M SO SORRY. You were just.. annoying!! But~ I got over it so CHILL. O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A few guys I wish to not hate me when I reject them, but I still wont change my mind if I wanna date them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;My baby brother!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... All my friends mostly. OH OH OH. The best one for now was when I laughed my ass of until I couldn't breath at ALL! One time, after school with Nellie, Xian Loong and Hirustaa. The unforgettable line, "You pussy shit ass nigga." xD The two guys fighting about being gay. x] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can name a few. I just wish I could do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I never can remember things I promise to. I think it was promising Xian Loong that I'll tell him the next time I'm free to hang. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gah.... Hmmm.. I know a few. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;TVXQ. :D So I would like to thank Kah May for introducing me to them. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid your not the right person. It's nice though if you could be the rod I should hold on to. You are a nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change so much. What happen to you? You use to be the one that goes with the flow, never shout back because you don't care. Why do you suddenly care? Stop letting that inner bitch get out. She's not worth it. Find your own confident. Don't use that thing in side you. Lock her up, keep her away. You know she's trouble. Forget that thing. It's not worth thinking about it over and over again. What' done is done. At least your not doing that bad. Change for the better or people get hurt. I can't let it control me. Hit reality already. She's not real...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-2850118884674831693?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/2850118884674831693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2850118884674831693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2850118884674831693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5-30.html' title='Day 5-30'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-8591274115996139571</id><published>2010-11-16T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:12:29.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 — Your sibling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sister I so do ever hate, Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, I hate you. I'm not shy to say it but instead I say it with pride. I'm just like every younger sister. ^^ I know you love me. You CAN be a great person SOMETIMES. But your more of the horn headed, pointy tail sister. (A devil) You can't blame. Your EVIL, annoying, immature, over protected, embarrassing, a total idiot with no common sense! But I would also like to thank you for having my back. At least now I know when there a stupid bitch I hate your there to help me torture her plastic face. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hate you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-8591274115996139571?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/8591274115996139571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-your-sibling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8591274115996139571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8591274115996139571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-your-sibling.html' title='Day 4 — Your sibling'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-4444234789467907957</id><published>2010-11-16T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:06:04.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 — Your parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents. WOW. What to say this this people? I think it's mostly an apology letter. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I'm not the greatest daughter in the world. I'm lazy, stupid, don't really care, blur, annoying and maybe idiotic at times. I would be saying "I will try to be a better person and a daughter" but....... I won't really change. Hehe.... So i would just like to thank you for not giving up on me and bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. this is a boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is soooooooooooo boring. I just want to.... nevermind. I'll keep that in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people I feel like hanging out with, killing and missing. Haiz..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to post I just needed to do the third day post thing xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-4444234789467907957?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/4444234789467907957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/4444234789467907957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/4444234789467907957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-parents.html' title='Day 3 — Your parents'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-3716831819552794336</id><published>2010-11-15T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T05:23:27.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 — Your Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crush eh???? Hmmmmmmm....... I'm not really INTO a guy right now. But I'm dating someone. Should I write about him? It's nothing serous. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Well, if I had to write a letter to him.... ??? .... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Hirustaa,&lt;br /&gt;                            Sorry behalf of my best friend that she couldn't keep that secret you told her. &lt;s&gt;the fact that you like me for four months which shock me that you got away with when usually I could tell&lt;/s&gt; and for the fact she told you something she should have kept. &lt;s&gt;the fact I liked you back she had to go and tell you =.=&lt;/s&gt; But, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have seen your cute, adorable, lovable, sweet  and  &lt;s&gt;sexy waist&lt;/s&gt; thanks to Nellie Hew. Haiz....... So yeah. I'm gonna say it hear what I never said to you &lt;s&gt;since you don't read my blog&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIK.........................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-3716831819552794336?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/3716831819552794336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-your-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3716831819552794336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3716831819552794336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-your-crush.html' title='Day 2 — Your Crush'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-1199305055211645503</id><published>2010-11-14T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T02:34:42.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try It! Because You Have Been Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try It! Because You Have Been Tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a Freaky Sex Addict With A Sexy Smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who Cuddled With&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;An Easter Egg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I Love Marijuana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add "I'm a/an" on your sentence, then add the rest of the answers on as you do the questions.Tag people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chen, Kah May, Vivien, Hui Ting. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color/kind of socks are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Red = loud&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Green = stupid&lt;br /&gt;[x] None = freaky&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fuzzy = gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Yellow = innocent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Purple = a little too happy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Black = emo&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stripes = funny&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gray = skanky&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink = preppy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Light blue = sweaty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Other = hot&lt;br /&gt;[ ] White = sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of pants are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shorts = cutie&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Skirt/skort = skank&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Corduroy = faggot homosexual&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Tight jeans = scene kid&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Ripped jeans = emo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cammo = cage fighter&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Jeans = prep&lt;br /&gt;[ ]PJs = pimp&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Cargo = clown&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Sweats = athlete&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Boxers = brat&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Booty shorts = female&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Capris = Gangster&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Nothing = hoe&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Dickies = weirdo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Bikini bottoms = tiki girl&lt;br /&gt;[x]Other = sex addict&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your natural hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Auburn = that every one wants to make out with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Blonde = with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;[x]Black = with a sexy smile&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Dark brown = with a hot boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Red = that likes to have fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Brown = who loves to be different&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Dirty blonde= with a nice ass&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Bald = with herpes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick the month you were born on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]1 = who ate&lt;br /&gt;[ ]2 = who needed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]3 = who killed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]4 = who shot&lt;br /&gt;[ ]5 = who killed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]6 = who smoked with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]7 = who banged&lt;br /&gt;[ x]8 =  who cuddled with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]9 = who got stabbed horribly by&lt;br /&gt;[ ]10 =  who ran shirtless with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]11 = who slept with&lt;br /&gt;[ ]12 = who ran naked with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick the day you were born on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]01 = the kool-aid man&lt;br /&gt;[ ]02 = my mom&lt;br /&gt;[ ]03 = a shoe&lt;br /&gt;[ ]04 = a toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;[ ]05 = Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;[ ]06 = The Trojan man&lt;br /&gt;[ ]07 = Barney the dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;[ ]08 = a prostitute&lt;br /&gt;[ ]09 = a porn star&lt;br /&gt;[ ]10 = a bag of weed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]11 = my lover&lt;br /&gt;[ ]12 = a glass of milk&lt;br /&gt;[ ]13 = a horse&lt;br /&gt;[ ]14 = a lesbian&lt;br /&gt;[ ]15 = a stripper&lt;br /&gt;[ ]16 = a pickle&lt;br /&gt;[ ]17 = a jew&lt;br /&gt;[ ]18 = a homo&lt;br /&gt;[ ]19 = an orange&lt;br /&gt;[ ]20 = a dog&lt;br /&gt;[ ]21 = a homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;[ ]22 = a whore&lt;br /&gt;[ ]23 = my crush&lt;br /&gt;[x]24 = an Easter egg&lt;br /&gt;[ ]25 = a jar of honey&lt;br /&gt;[ ]26 = a condom&lt;br /&gt;[ ]27 = a bowl of cereal&lt;br /&gt;[ ]28 = a french fry&lt;br /&gt;[ ]29 = your dealer&lt;br /&gt;[ ]30 = Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;[ ]31 = your grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pick the color of the shirt you are wearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]White = because I love marijuana&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Black = because I'm sexy as hell&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Pink = Because the lil people told me to&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Blue = because I have AMAZING boobs&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Red = because I'm a pimp and your jealous&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Polka Dots = because I hate my life&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Purple = because I'm gay&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gray = because I got dared&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Other = because that's how I roll&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Green = because I'm good in bed&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Orange = because I smoke crack&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Turquoise = because I have a noodle in my nose&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Brown = because I had to&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Shirtless = because I've got abs&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-1199305055211645503?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/1199305055211645503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/try-it-because-you-have-been-tagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1199305055211645503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1199305055211645503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/try-it-because-you-have-been-tagged.html' title='Try It! Because You Have Been Tagged.'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-101961995758574248</id><published>2010-11-13T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:40:21.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 — Your Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nellie! Nellie! Nellie! Nellie! My crazy super hyper biatch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't believe I use to hate you! Now I love ya to death! I have nothing to say to you because you know me from the tip of your tongue and probably know what I will say about you. xD Thanks for always being there. You know I'm here for you too! You the best. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;May May May May May! Kah May! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't think I would forget you now could I?? Miss you dearly. I still remember the times we've fool around. Window shopping. Talking about our childish imaginary of 2J ^^ Don't cha just miss it? Cause I do. Miss how we use to be close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalalalalalalalalalalala. Am I done? Man, I hate being mushy and corny. xD But I don't know what other way I could show I feel. O:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-101961995758574248?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/101961995758574248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-your-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/101961995758574248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/101961995758574248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-your-best-friend.html' title='Day 1 — Your Best Friend'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-6764510374149034519</id><published>2010-11-13T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:58:14.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Day Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 Day Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are blank in what to blog about,&lt;br /&gt;why not try this challenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRITE A LETTER TO THESE PEOPLE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Lee Chen. Blogs been dead recently so decided to take the challenge! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start day 1 now because I'm so bored. O:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-6764510374149034519?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/6764510374149034519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/6764510374149034519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/6764510374149034519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/11/30-day-test.html' title='30 Day Test'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-5361659646180168821</id><published>2010-10-31T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:41:15.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Be-late Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Be-late Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't get to dress up for Halloween. :( BUT I did have fun on Halloween~ not celebrating it though.... If I were to dress up I would be a Vampire! Ahahaha. Sorry. I'm a vampire fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sunway club to swim with Nellie, Ren Shen, Richard, Yoong Wei and Yoong Wei's little brother, Yoong Jian. (I think that's his name xD) It was fun. Though I wasn't the best swimmer among them. Playing tag in the pool was practically one of my worst. I kept loosing because I was the slowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHH. Halloween is over! I know. Random of me. BUT seriously! someone should make a Halloween party! Houses should be kind enough for Trick-or-Treaters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANDY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-5361659646180168821?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/5361659646180168821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-be-late-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5361659646180168821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5361659646180168821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-be-late-halloween.html' title='Happy Be-late Halloween!'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-3549677546362005068</id><published>2010-10-28T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:44:59.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disturb Lunch Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Disturb Lunch Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday school was a drag. I didn't know why I came to school when it was so freaking boring. Oh right. Thanks to Nellie. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Maybe the most boring one since we got to play truth or dare. To this I have realize Yoong Wei isn't the only sexy one. So was Jie Le. Man that guy ain't shy to get out there. I'm not gonna say exactly what he did, it was just..... sexy. Truth or Dare was a hilarious shit. I laugh my ass off but it didn't last long because we made to much noise. It our seniors were having exams. So then we planned on going out. Swimming this Sunday~  Thanks to Yoong Wei and his membership card for the sunway club. xD Of course it was obvious they only want me and Nellie (the only girls) to come to see us (more like Nellie) in bikini's. Those perverts. Well, what ya gonna do. Who can pass a free trip to swim and work out? Not me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day Nellie said she couldn't hang with me after school for some Nike shoe sale and the sad part was I already told my dad not to pick me up. So I was left alone to walk home~! .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought. I bugged Xian Loong to walk me home and he agreed. Yay~! AND the best part was, &lt;s&gt;a certain someone's parents couldn't pick him up too so I had a privilege and get to hang with him more longer&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Me, Xian Loong and Hirustaa had lunch together. I tried my first Taiwanese sausage. Spicy~ Hirustaa was adorable eating eat. He teared up because it was spicy. xD After lunch we went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, as usual my sister lecture me. She thinks I lied there was 'after school activity' just so i could go out. which is SO NOT TRUE! Sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-3549677546362005068?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/3549677546362005068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/10/disturb-lunch-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3549677546362005068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3549677546362005068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/10/disturb-lunch-date.html' title='The Disturb Lunch Date'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-8257860505341960484</id><published>2010-10-26T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:40:18.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Things That Can Change Your Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Small Things That Can Change Your Thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much wishing I didn't care at times. Wishing to be small when the world is still your playground. Not afraid of being judge. Not afraid of what they might think of you when your covered with dirt or even making a small mistake. While your still trying to beat that creepy ghost your big sister lies about that's hiding in the attic. When it was still food I cared most, not my weight. Where love life doesn't even matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up is harder than I thought. Adults were right. When you get older, you do wish to be younger again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying this things all of the sudden?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm bored. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With life to tell the truth. Okay, maybe on times where I have nothing to do. etc; NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have doubts with things. It's better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy but I don't want to go yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom practically FORCING me to eat dinner when I'm not hungry. &lt;s&gt;I don't like her food anyways&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...... to just doze to dream land and SERIOUSLY stop hearing my mom shout at me SO MANY FREAKING TIMES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I GET IT!! IT'S DINNER!! LET ME FINISH BLOGGING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-8257860505341960484?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/8257860505341960484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/10/small-things-that-can-change-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8257860505341960484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8257860505341960484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/10/small-things-that-can-change-your.html' title='Small Things That Can Change Your Thoughts.'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-6306200721188253602</id><published>2010-10-20T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T06:40:49.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'M BACK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome! Welcome! I'm back to post more idiotic shit in my blog! =D PMR was over about a week or more. I just had to enjoy life that period of time before I blog! I miss you~ writing shit is what I  love! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to sleep over Ting's house~ Go Sunway Lagoon with Nellie Hew~ Wait for a little something that I wish just happen ALREADY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was bittersweet a little. Me and Nellie Just swore our life is a sitcom. And in this sitcom, our God isn't God... It's MILEY CYRUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Bitter Sweet~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet: Truth and Dare in school was fun. Next time need more people!&lt;br /&gt;Bitter: The stupid small fire in school that made us stand under the hot sun in the field.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet: Koperasi Today!&lt;br /&gt;Bitter: Walking home with Xian Loong and his annoying metaphor!&lt;br /&gt;Sweet: Xian Loongs annoying yet funny sense of humor and kindly ENOUGH to send me and        Nellie home.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet: Koperasi!&lt;br /&gt;Bitter: NO FREAKING ELECTRICITY IN THE KOPERASI ROOM! Had to be sweaty and sticky! eww~&lt;br /&gt;Sweet: Train Bruce a little today!&lt;br /&gt;Bitter: I still have no phone. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happens this year and it's sad it's off to the end of year soon. Being 15 wasn't as bad as i thought. But I'll bet 16 is even more bittersweet than what happen today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe I got ask out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe I found who my real friends are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe I got a little mature in my obsession in TVXQ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I can't believe I can get attracted to a guy like him. &lt;/s&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting... Freaking waiting..... WAITING GODDAMMIT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-6306200721188253602?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/6306200721188253602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/6306200721188253602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/6306200721188253602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK!!'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-2159057936446596424</id><published>2010-09-05T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:42:28.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTICE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is on hold until the end of October. Sorry for the inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;JayLyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-2159057936446596424?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/2159057936446596424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/09/notice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2159057936446596424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2159057936446596424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/09/notice.html' title='NOTICE'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-7399264647064870953</id><published>2010-09-05T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T01:36:32.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm gonna have to be serious now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO MORE ONLINE! NO MORE TV! NO MORE FOOLING AROUND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; need to study. So for the next two weeks holiday, I'll be studying.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG! STUDYING ON A HOLIDAY! WHAT THE FUCK!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; need to! But just to imagine&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TWO WEEKS&lt;/span&gt; of no school S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUDYING&lt;/span&gt;. Geez. I feel like killing myself. But it's for the good. I have no future. I need one. I can't imagine myself ten years from now because i don't know where to put myself. Wish me luck as i try not to die before my PMR comes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh God! I can't breath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye TV.&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye My Bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD BYE TVXQ!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(well at least for two months I'll be gone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-7399264647064870953?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/7399264647064870953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/7399264647064870953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/7399264647064870953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-bye.html' title='Good bye'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-3162753857074006887</id><published>2010-09-04T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:24:13.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather Is My New Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leather Is My New Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with Michelle and Nisha today. Awesomeness. I bought a number of stuff which surprise me because I don't usually do this! The awesome part is I FINALLY GOT MY LEATHER JACKET!! &lt;3 *Happy Happy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJtmxaytFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QqxUCHjZ9Es/s1600/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJtmxaytFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QqxUCHjZ9Es/s200/DSC00012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513089406723077202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather Jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJtneNxBJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E_VsxLYnRU4/s1600/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJtneNxBJI/AAAAAAAAAUU/E_VsxLYnRU4/s200/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513089418748036242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJulwYmDiI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gzW_JM-7lCk/s1600/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJulwYmDiI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gzW_JM-7lCk/s200/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513090488777182754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aewsome bracelet I bought is I-Sock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is... MY TVXQ STUFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJtn76a9VI/AAAAAAAAAUc/p4u39TKfMBs/s1600/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJtn76a9VI/AAAAAAAAAUc/p4u39TKfMBs/s200/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513089426719962450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJtocsSOpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/arj1bHqheCY/s1600/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJtocsSOpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/arj1bHqheCY/s200/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513089435519040146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front of the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJto97bqHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vf-4Xwjom08/s1600/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJto97bqHI/AAAAAAAAAUs/vf-4Xwjom08/s200/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513089444440942706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJxkX4sUZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YpPlm1GjwQY/s1600/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJxkX4sUZI/AAAAAAAAAVE/YpPlm1GjwQY/s200/DSC00021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513093763555938706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My TVXQ fan! Now it wont be so hot when I stare at them. Ahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping ain't that bad. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play snooker with Nellie again. Feels good to win a game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-3162753857074006887?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/3162753857074006887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/09/leather-is-my-new-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3162753857074006887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3162753857074006887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/09/leather-is-my-new-best-friend.html' title='Leather Is My New Best Friend'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TIJtmxaytFI/AAAAAAAAAUM/QqxUCHjZ9Es/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-8390638416602693231</id><published>2010-08-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:59:47.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU TO THE MAX!! (Changmin ^^)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS YOU TOO THE MAX!! (Changmin ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is for my long dear friend Leong Kah May. Of 5 years! If I'm not mistaken. She made me cry on wednesday. She didn't know that. Ahaha. She was right behind me in recess and I cried. She gave me a LOVELY card. Sort of the best thing I had for my birthday! It's simple but I love it to the max. It made my card I gave her look bad! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/THdEJcbdprI/AAAAAAAAAUE/aNivPiV_cjk/s1600/DSC01053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509947598151984818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/THdEJcbdprI/AAAAAAAAAUE/aNivPiV_cjk/s200/DSC01053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I have no idea why is this upside down, i can't change it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/THdDxhv5pQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/W-e7evJZKiU/s1600/DSC01061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509947187263022338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/THdDxhv5pQI/AAAAAAAAAT8/W-e7evJZKiU/s200/DSC01061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss hangging out with her. Haih... I'm sort of speechless now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love ya, May May! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the card! &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/8326488812778510394-8390638416602693231?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/8390638416602693231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-you-to-max-changmin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8390638416602693231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8390638416602693231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-miss-you-to-max-changmin.html' title='I MISS YOU TO THE MAX!! (Changmin ^^)'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/THdEJcbdprI/AAAAAAAAAUE/aNivPiV_cjk/s72-c/DSC01053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-5391124754424363445</id><published>2010-08-24T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T03:04:53.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying To Live My Life</title><content type='html'>Trying To Live My Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 august... *sighs* Saddest yet happiest day. It's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad reason; I don't want to celebrate being born!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happy reason; Who could resist free things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanking everybody I love for wishing me. :) Thanks Hui Ting for blogging a birthday wish for me. Love it. It was sweet ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugging my parents to take me out but everybody took a nap. Leaving me the only one awake. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lazy to really post so Thanks to the people that wished me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-5391124754424363445?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/5391124754424363445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/08/trying-to-live-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5391124754424363445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5391124754424363445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/08/trying-to-live-my-life.html' title='Trying To Live My Life'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-1761904382962428558</id><published>2010-08-16T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:21:03.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I ♥ Micky Yoochun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ♥ Micky Yoochun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo happy. I got a Mickey Mouse T-Shirt. From Korea!!!!!!! My Mom's friend went back to korea and both us stuff. She got me earings and lipgloss. Though I don't wear that. I hate make up and big earings but it was nice of her to get me some thing from my most fav place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to IOI mall yesterday! I found my dream dress in a sale!!!!!!! But I had no hear to buy it. T_T It will be a waste of money. I don't even like wearing dresses. But I do like 'em. I went there to shop for my needs but in the end I came bad with zero bags. Unlike my mom and sis. They atleast got more than two bags. This is the problem with me. I'm just to picky in things. Clothes, Food, MEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to apprciate life more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-1761904382962428558?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/1761904382962428558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-micky-yoochun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1761904382962428558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1761904382962428558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-micky-yoochun.html' title='I ♥ Micky Yoochun'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-2600432849977725634</id><published>2010-08-10T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T06:08:11.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Upside Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things Are Upside Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I haven't been updating this blog. I thought maybe if I just go online for a while a can concertrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That ain't working out. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I read my old post. Funny thing is. &lt;em&gt;She is still my best friend&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah, we are the weirdest. But I won't be suprised if we fight again. I can say we BOTH are a little bit dramatic. But she's the immature one while I'm the one on one drama talk with a nother close friend. :) doesn't make sence? I, myself not sure how to explain it. I was mad when I did that. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going crazy with my study. I keep saying to myself &lt;em&gt;'Study! Bitch! Study!'&lt;/em&gt; but then another voice says &lt;em&gt;'Later'&lt;/em&gt;. For a stupid reason I follow the other voice. -_- And soon enough I regret each day that passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bite me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-2600432849977725634?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/2600432849977725634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-are-upside-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2600432849977725634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2600432849977725634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/08/things-are-upside-down.html' title='Things Are Upside Down'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-652584966801374932</id><published>2010-07-01T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T02:07:27.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grow Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm currently annoyed with someone! My god!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It should have been left alone after the phone call, but No~~~ You can't live without me!!! You said you don't want to ruin the friendship we had but being friends with you ain't gonna help because it is gonna happen again and it will soon be over! Your an immature, annoying ass just like your boyfriend who you keep saying you don't really love him. But well, it is FUCKING obvious your crazy for him! I don't call it love. I call it desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your first I get it. But writing a biography of him?! Just after a first date!? Scratch that. Even writing a biography is plain creepy.For god sake, asking is fine! You don't have a bad memory like I do. But I don't need to write down things about my boyfriend if IF i were to forget easily. It's just stalker-ish. And i can't believe his in love with you. For all the years i knew him, he had to pick you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immature, It's fine to be like that sometime but NOT ALWAYS. STOP over reacting. STOP being a drama queen. and I'm SORRY if you find me selfish! FUCK! I seriously don't know what made you say that! I don't know whether I am? But if it was about having me drawing myself better than you then sorry. I'm sorry for making drawings of myself better, sorry for making my drawings of me more perfect than the drawing of you. it's just.. I'm not like that in reality. and the only time where I'm perfect is through my drawings. Where, every shirt looks good on me and i don't have to worry i look fat. I know you don't because your not! You look fine in ant clothes you want. I'm a perfectionist. But I myself am not perfect already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me self-centered? Sorry for getting a little attention. I Didn't know you wanted the full spot light. I didn't realize I was taking it! So everything is about me do you? You think I was caught up with my self and didn't realize you were feeling 'sad'? If you were you can JUST TELL ME! Must I figure it out for you!? What do you think I am? A Emotion detector? You keep saying I don't get it, The stupid thing is, even when you know i don't get it, your not telling me why. But you kept repeating it. 'You don't get it. You don't get it. You don't get it.' Just tell me WHAT THE FUCK I AIN'T GETTING!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH yeah, here's another sorry. I get very moody in school. You scolded me to be like YOU. Put a smile of the face and endure your emotions. Well let me tell you something. I'm sick and tired of enduring. I'm sorry I'm not you. I can't ACT and pretend like nothing was going on. I can't fake smile and laugh when it's not even something to laugh about. Even if I tried you can still see me not having fun like i usually do. And then I'll be hearing another one of your lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't read my blog. That's why I'm posting this. I know you won't even care reading it unless it's about you because your fed up it's always about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even consider you as my best friend anymore. Just a FRIEND or SOMEONE I KNOW."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrates. It's finally about you ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-652584966801374932?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/652584966801374932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/07/grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/652584966801374932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/652584966801374932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/07/grow-up.html' title='Grow up.'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-7693730458490917616</id><published>2010-06-04T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T07:32:19.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday My Love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nother of~ My &lt;strong&gt;stupidity obsession&lt;/strong&gt; over TVXQ!!! People, pleople. It is Park Yoochun's Birthday! And you know what that means! Free cookie!!!! (I'm lying. The cookies ain't free) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have once again baked cookies. Success!!! Butter cookies. xD like usual I'll posting the cookie, tribute and short lyrics of one of his song. and i shall begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAjr104hXHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F2P8Gkm1F58/s1600/DSC09679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478888256657513586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAjr104hXHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F2P8Gkm1F58/s200/DSC09679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAjr1Z3Ff1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/c26h-lv1kmg/s1600/DSC09677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478888249403735890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAjr1Z3Ff1I/AAAAAAAAAQc/c26h-lv1kmg/s200/DSC09677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribute time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Micky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micky Yoochun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park Yoochun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_FQuCoxI/AAAAAAAAATE/dJQdXPt2reE/s1600/Yoochun-Micky279.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478909412548715282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_FQuCoxI/AAAAAAAAATE/dJQdXPt2reE/s200/Yoochun-Micky279.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003/4 Hug Debut Age 17/18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_E4FyMHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/og7Ul3Np4ms/s1600/217oi9.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478909405937414258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_E4FyMHI/AAAAAAAAAS8/og7Ul3Np4ms/s200/217oi9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 Tri-angle Album Age 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_EUF1aUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VOS7xaorBjM/s1600/RisingSun_micky.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478909396273948994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_EUF1aUI/AAAAAAAAAS0/VOS7xaorBjM/s200/RisingSun_micky.png" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 Rising Sun Album Age 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_EKC8-xI/AAAAAAAAASs/eWZ-plNc5_U/s1600/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478909393577507602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_EKC8-xI/AAAAAAAAASs/eWZ-plNc5_U/s200/DSC00003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 "O" Jung.Ban.Hap Album Age 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_DpDasqI/AAAAAAAAASk/9WToJdzjTFM/s1600/09th_Step_by_Step.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 106px; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478909384721085090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj_DpDasqI/AAAAAAAAASk/9WToJdzjTFM/s200/09th_Step_by_Step.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 Step By Step Single Age 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-Rbi0lbI/AAAAAAAAASc/WHzdViW31AI/s1600/tohoshinki.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908522101249458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-Rbi0lbI/AAAAAAAAASc/WHzdViW31AI/s200/tohoshinki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 Five In The Black Album Age 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-Qx5EDFI/AAAAAAAAASU/ct8xjmYU-nQ/s1600/tvxq_cdj-purple_line_a-card_yoochun.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908510920248402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-Qx5EDFI/AAAAAAAAASU/ct8xjmYU-nQ/s200/tvxq_cdj-purple_line_a-card_yoochun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Purple Line Single Age 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-QqZnAAI/AAAAAAAAASM/zOLxujZCq80/s1600/YoochunMirotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908508909273090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-QqZnAAI/AAAAAAAAASM/zOLxujZCq80/s200/YoochunMirotic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 Mirotic Album Age 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-QXiwGHI/AAAAAAAAASE/Jmc2a9k3bcI/s1600/cacba9cc14b39cd95843dd6fea00bc78.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908503847344242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-QXiwGHI/AAAAAAAAASE/Jmc2a9k3bcI/s200/cacba9cc14b39cd95843dd6fea00bc78.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 The Secret Code Album Age 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-PxxSepI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SWkp2r0Cw-g/s1600/54344466200101202218591f.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478908493707770514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAj-PxxSepI/AAAAAAAAAR8/SWkp2r0Cw-g/s200/54344466200101202218591f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010 Break Out! Single Age 24&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done! Phew. Man it's hard finding and posting this stuff. One More To Go! Junsu! We're waiting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the color of our memories has faded, when it gets cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;That's when I'll try to end my feelings of love,&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye bye my love, bye bye bye my love,&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me? You hear me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;사랑 안녕 사랑 (Love Bye Love) Written by (the one and only) Park Yoochun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh My Gosh! His such an inspiration. I love the songs he writes! When he plays the piano! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PARK YOOCHUN! BEST OF LUCK! LOTS OF LOVE!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JayLyn signing out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-7693730458490917616?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/7693730458490917616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/7693730458490917616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/7693730458490917616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-my-love.html' title='Happy Birthday My Love!'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/TAjr104hXHI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F2P8Gkm1F58/s72-c/DSC09679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-5651769309132524598</id><published>2010-06-02T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:48:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Wanna Die!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Don't Wanna Die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So people have been asking me what I wanna be when I grow up or what course I'm gonna take. Let me answer you clearly right here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no FREAKING idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm 15 and clueless about my career. I'm VERY sure I'm not the only person. What am I good at? I have no Idea. Am I talented at something? I don't know. I draw, play guiter, play piano, and write stupid novels (Fan Fiction) sucking at something you do ain't talent, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a quiz online. What job suits me or something. I type was the working alone. Indoor work. Since I am the quite one. I got Jurnalist. It's cool, I enjoy writing. 2nd I got novelist. Cool to since i write novels. Just need to improve grammer. Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also want good earnings. And so... My parents wants me to be a air hostest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, air hostest are polite, patient people. Me? When I'm in a bad mood. Don't mess with me. Here's an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Mood. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: May I get you anything?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Coffee please.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right away, sir.*Poured hot water* *Trying to endure the heat*&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Wait! Maybe tea.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok. *smile* *Take a tea packet* *Hot! HOT! Enduring Heat!*&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Oh! Wait! I think I'll just take the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Me: As You please.... * Still smilling* *Mixed coffee*&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: I'm sorry but.. I think I'll have coke.&lt;br /&gt;Me:*freezed for a second* OK. *throw the coffee and hand him the coke.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Mood. ):&lt; Me: May I get you anything? Stranger: Coffee please. Me: Right away, sir.*Poured hot water* *Trying to endure the heat**screw this asshole.* Stranger: Wait! Maybe tea. Me: *What the fuck?!* Ok. *Fake smile* *Take a tea packet* *Hot! HOT! Enduring Heat!* Stranger: Oh! Wait! I think I'll just take the coffee. Me:*Irritated voice.* As You please.... * Still smilling* *Mixed coffee* Stranger: I'm sorry but.. I think I'll have coke. Me:*freezed for a second*Oh! Hell with you! Just pick something already! *throw the coffee* Stranger: O_O *Scrared voice* I'll have the coke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every choice we make in life. There's always the good and bad benefits in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Goods on this job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The many hot mans all over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Free vacation tickets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I might see TVXQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bads on this job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have a chance of dieing in a plane crash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No time for friends and family because of the traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I might see TVXQ! with thier girlfriend or WIFE on a vacation. * jealous *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn siging out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-5651769309132524598?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/5651769309132524598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-wanna-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5651769309132524598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5651769309132524598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-wanna-die.html' title='I Don&apos;t Wanna Die!!!'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-1027963627175086741</id><published>2010-05-21T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T02:09:17.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Bite Ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Wanna Bite Ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't go thinking wrongly about the tittle! Because it is! xD *Sick Mind* and I'm not talking about me. Kim Junsu! Yes you heard me! Kim Junsu from the&lt;em&gt; (former)&lt;/em&gt; member of TVXQ is sick! (sickly hot!) He has a solo album or song now. Which ever he is doing. And it is sick! Yet so HOT! The song sounds like a sex track! OMG!&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's actually on turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But seriously!? My cute little funny, baby, angel face Junsu is... is a.... a... is a SEXGOD!!!! Junsu, your all grown up. *Wipe tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim Junsu - Intoxication&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iHD01AlOr9A&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iHD01AlOr9A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks pale. But who cares! He is still hot TO ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna put the english Translation but I think it's a little to revealing or inappropriate. Youtube delated the once with english translation. I have read it. Maybe not for children. xD&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and when you see this '(JL:--)' I'm commenting. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh, oh, all right (JL: All Right! xD)&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, come on come on, come on come on come on (JL:Where?)&lt;br /&gt;Chiisaku furuwaseruyouni kasaneau hadaha oh baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yubisaki sagashiatetanoha Deep inside deep inside, deep inside crazy (JL: This part was something like his fingertips deep inside somewhere O_O)&lt;br /&gt;Touch you baby nandomo Squeeze you baby, let me feel your madness (JL: Touch Squeeze O///O)&lt;br /&gt;Stroke you like a arpeggio yeah yeah (JL:Whats a arpeggio?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me watch you want, hey hey hey hey (JL: I WANT YOU!!! XD)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, do you want me, oh no no no (JL:Oh! Yes. Yes! YES!)&lt;br /&gt;You say baby now I know that you want me (JL: If you know come to me then!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh no iwasetaiyo baby now&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and touch me, taste and touch me baby (JL: Of course I wanna kiss you! &lt;em&gt;and maybe touch&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;Nugi chirakasu make love (JL: Now your talking! xD)&lt;br /&gt;I can touch me, keep in touch me baby&lt;br /&gt;Soreha Intoxication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yubikara karamete karadajuu made himitsuno mitsuwo mitsuketeyuku&lt;br /&gt;Shitataru tsukiakari keshita shitade yureru koeni ikisou beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want, hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you want me, oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;You say baby now, I know that you want me&lt;br /&gt;Oh no afuresouna baby now&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and touch me, taste and touch me baby&lt;br /&gt;Shitaiyouni make love&lt;br /&gt;Bite and touch me, kill and touch me baby (JL: I wanna bite ya!)&lt;br /&gt;Soreha Intoxication&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and touch me, taste and touch me baby (JL: Taste ya? I'll think about it. xD)&lt;br /&gt;Jirasanaide making love&lt;br /&gt;I can touch me, keep in touch me baby&lt;br /&gt;Hamaru Intoxication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kotobanonai tsutaekatade kuruwasete shimaisouninaru&lt;br /&gt;Mottomotto nomikomarerumade yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you want, hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you want me, oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;You say baby now, I know that you want me&lt;br /&gt;Iwasetaiyo&lt;br /&gt;Baby what you want, hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you want me, oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;You say baby now, I know that you want me&lt;br /&gt;Oh no afuresouna baby now&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and touch me, taste and touch me baby&lt;br /&gt;Shitaiyouni make love&lt;br /&gt;Bite and touch me, kill and touch me baby&lt;br /&gt;Mada hoshikunaru Intoxication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and touch me, taste and touch me baby&lt;br /&gt;Fukaku More and more&lt;br /&gt;Bite and touch me, kill and touch me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a sick mind. You know what it all means. Why junsu? Why!? You stole Yunho's place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BOUGHT TVXQ! CD/DVD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I so happy. :) I like their song ZION. (Note: Lee Chen, Kah May &amp;amp; Vivien. When you borrow my CD, You'll know why I like it.) Jaejoong's sexy smirk, Yunho's &lt;em&gt;HOT &lt;/em&gt;dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Chen! I wanna borrow the Tokyo Dome DVD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm empty headed now. See Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-1027963627175086741?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/1027963627175086741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wanna-bite-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1027963627175086741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1027963627175086741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wanna-bite-ya.html' title='I Wanna Bite Ya!'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-3172368374163721403</id><published>2010-04-22T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T02:09:23.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update! Update! Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update! Update! Update!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right! It's been like &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt; since I updated so I'll do it now! Since I'm bored and all. Lets see... What's up lately????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a long time (not so long) I hangged with Kah May for a short while. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Miss Ya Bitch!&lt;/span&gt; It's like once in a blue moon I see her. Or say hi. Along with Lee Chen and Vivien! I feel so left out now. Must keep in touch! Even if we see each other everyday in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Kah May; WE HAVE TO HANG OUT!!!!! IT'S BEEN SO LONG! AND WHEN I SAY LONG. I MEAN ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- long. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to Nellie; Darn you, BITCH! I start liking Sasuke now! I hate you! I never liked the Naruto anime! and never thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! My brother cut his hair! xD and :( I miss his little bushy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462881440517011906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S9ANugAXOcI/AAAAAAAAAQU/B--DLk2_Mhc/s200/DSC09150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S9AC11WqBtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/26DTPTFKghE/s1600/DSC09204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462869471878842066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S9AC11WqBtI/AAAAAAAAAQE/26DTPTFKghE/s200/DSC09204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie! So I have a total of 330 pictures in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;117 pictures of &lt;strong&gt;my sister.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111 pictures of &lt;strong&gt;my baby brother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47 pictures of &lt;strong&gt;me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rest is crap and friends.&lt;br /&gt;We know who wins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 2010 is an important year to me. This year is my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;big exam year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! If I don't pass this, I'm gonna have to repeat the 9th gred. Another year of school is pure&lt;strong&gt; hell&lt;/strong&gt; to me so I've got to work hard!!! Which is impossible. I've been lacking of since the beggining of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm screwed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year when theres a big exam. I have to lack off. I started drawing again, to distract myself. Writting my novels again for distracting myself! I HAVE to be caught up in my music life this year! Now I'm in the mood to learn my piano again and take up guitar lessons. Learning myself is fine but not when you have no clue. Intan was suppose to teach me bit by bit. Give me lessons when she come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems as it has been forgotten.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn electric guitar! xD Acoustic too. Oh! I wanna learn bass aswell.&lt;strong&gt; OH MY G-DRAGON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concertrate in your studies bitch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*I hate it when I talk to myslef. haih....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn~ Signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-3172368374163721403?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/3172368374163721403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-update-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3172368374163721403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3172368374163721403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-update-update.html' title='Update! 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So I have to stop talking about TVXQ and don't seem like a obsess fangirl. (which I think I am) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Super Junior came to malaysia~! GODDAMMIT! I miss the concert!!!! Regrets. Regrets! REGRETS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I couldn't go to my 2nd favorite bands concert;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) My daddy says there is no adults to follow me. [comments- This is why I wanna grow up fast]&lt;br /&gt;b)The feaking price of the tickets! [comments- Could get the free one but was to late T_T]&lt;br /&gt;c) IT WAS ON MY FREAKING SISTERS BIRTHDAY!! [comments-that made it worst. of course i couldn't. I have to attend my sisters party]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets..... They sang 35 songs! Made a funny play! God! I want to mary KYUHYUN!!!!! (Mrs. Cho JayLyn) kindda has a tone to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister party was... not so nice. But ok. Untill she lost her phone. I was a little worried about her phone but more annoyed on her complains. As I predicted! She couldn't stop the complains. It feels like forever! Oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Retard!!!!!!! I Love ya!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *barf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-314107524518588494?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/314107524518588494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/03/obsess-aint-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/314107524518588494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/314107524518588494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/03/obsess-aint-word.html' title='Obsess Ain&apos;t The Word.'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-5295574194259654923</id><published>2010-02-22T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:21:02.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belate Birthday Baby Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belate Birthday Baby Boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God. I finally got to blog! The heavy weight is out of my chest. As I say, I'll do stupid things for TVXQ, Call me lifeless. (please)And again. If you guest it! I bake! And I'm happy to say, I mastered the cookie baking skills! (a little) xDD Here's the pictures. Again, it doesn't taste as bad as it looks. I just suck at photography when i love doing it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KjXP66FlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ftDxUNnwN9I/s1600-h/DSC08797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441090919622907474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KjXP66FlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ftDxUNnwN9I/s200/DSC08797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KjWYTP0CI/AAAAAAAAAN8/h1UPrL64QAs/s1600-h/DSC08796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441090904692609058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KjWYTP0CI/AAAAAAAAAN8/h1UPrL64QAs/s200/DSC08796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Atleast it bites like a cookie. Not rock hard. Not soft moist. Cookie. :) Tributing time! To the cute innocent Maknae to Tall, Dark and Handsome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Choikang Changmin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shim Changmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnXknvU5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/NAF2Oi8fqxg/s1600-h/Changmin-Oppa-dbsk-2521999-381-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441095323226166162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnXknvU5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/NAF2Oi8fqxg/s200/Changmin-Oppa-dbsk-2521999-381-500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003/4 Hug Debute Age 15/16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnYLjzucI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_mZjIZycudA/s1600-h/max-changmin-tri-angle.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441095333678660034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnYLjzucI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_mZjIZycudA/s200/max-changmin-tri-angle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 Tri-Angle Album age 16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnYXJ9JrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/70466pyrLDs/s1600-h/max-changmin-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441095336791451314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnYXJ9JrI/AAAAAAAAAOc/70466pyrLDs/s200/max-changmin-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 Rising Sun Album Age 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnZEWo1CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Xn9e3B7dZ_4/s1600-h/127_6d3bb89d.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441095348924240930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnZEWo1CI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Xn9e3B7dZ_4/s200/127_6d3bb89d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 "O". Jung.Ban.Hap Album Age 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnZWBuW3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ryxA5973d_o/s1600-h/Step_by_Step_Changmin_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441095353668361074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KnZWBuW3I/AAAAAAAAAOs/ryxA5973d_o/s200/Step_by_Step_Changmin_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 Step By Step Single Age 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KoapPQ3FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OLLCrJhOYok/s1600-h/6840221815l.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 98px; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441096475516918866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KoapPQ3FI/AAAAAAAAAO0/OLLCrJhOYok/s200/6840221815l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007Five In The Black Album Age 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Koa22j0DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/L748MsV6gow/s1600-h/purple_line_cddvd.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 69px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441096479171399730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Koa22j0DI/AAAAAAAAAO8/L748MsV6gow/s200/purple_line_cddvd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Purple Line Age 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KobdCBAkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/m9tC99od460/s1600-h/ChangminMirotic.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441096489419997762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KobdCBAkI/AAAAAAAAAPE/m9tC99od460/s200/ChangminMirotic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 Mirotic Album Age 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Kocm38FxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FSYEaI2BeFs/s1600-h/1241533825save00491.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441096509241956114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Kocm38FxI/AAAAAAAAAPU/FSYEaI2BeFs/s200/1241533825save00491.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 The Secret Code Album Age 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KoblFqq2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/EqmX6OJPIro/s1600-h/changmin-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441096491582794594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KoblFqq2I/AAAAAAAAAPM/EqmX6OJPIro/s200/changmin-card.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010 Break Out Single! Age 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow. His just cute. I mean look at this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Ko5Q3GUiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/O-DM0M-jpxw/s1600-h/20100220_tvxqyunhochangmin_09-437x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441097001549058594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Ko5Q3GUiI/AAAAAAAAAP8/O-DM0M-jpxw/s200/20100220_tvxqyunhochangmin_09-437x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't This Just Adorable!! Sorry Lee Chen but I think I might steal him away from you. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your small, cold hands and trembling lips,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Able to carry as if nothing has happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you afriad of remembering someone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Struggling to swallow the words bubbling up to your lips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your back view resembles falling white snow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melting bit by bit...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love In The Ice. Originally Japanese. Translated to korean by Changmin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extra Pics!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Ko341iIOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vAzLOrXNEV4/s1600-h/20100220_tvxqyunhochangmin_07-437x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441096977920172258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Ko341iIOI/AAAAAAAAAPs/vAzLOrXNEV4/s200/20100220_tvxqyunhochangmin_07-437x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Ko3HSclkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/TQhxHgEl9Jc/s1600-h/20100220_tvxqyunhochangmin_06-437x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441096964619671106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Ko3HSclkI/AAAAAAAAAPk/TQhxHgEl9Jc/s200/20100220_tvxqyunhochangmin_06-437x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Ko2ugn6zI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SVaZfQAIjUU/s1600-h/20100220_tvxqyunhochangmin_05-437x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441096957968247602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4Ko2ugn6zI/AAAAAAAAAPc/SVaZfQAIjUU/s200/20100220_tvxqyunhochangmin_05-437x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God! His Cute! Until Next Time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8326488812778510394-5295574194259654923?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/5295574194259654923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-belate-birthday-baby-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5295574194259654923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5295574194259654923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-belate-birthday-baby-boy.html' title='Happy Belate Birthday Baby Boy!'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S4KjXP66FlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ftDxUNnwN9I/s72-c/DSC08797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-2940558279990376867</id><published>2010-02-07T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:19:23.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belate Birthday Sexy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Belate Birthday Sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the sexiest man in TVXQ's Birthday. And if you guessed it! I'm lifeless enough to bake!! Yes! I baked! A nother cookie! It taste better then the other one! Jaejoong's cookie was as hard as a rock. Not literaly. But Yunho's cookie is soft. and moist. not cookie kind of bite. I'll try mastering my cookie baking next time when I'm baking again. (Changmin's Birthday) Here's the pictures. This time. It's Butter Cookie. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QPolZYWI/AAAAAAAAANc/vpXxfnNK-EQ/s1600-h/DSC08731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435510767293653346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QPolZYWI/AAAAAAAAANc/vpXxfnNK-EQ/s200/DSC08731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QP1Fu0HI/AAAAAAAAANk/_i2Y6-j0ezY/s1600-h/DSC08732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435510770650501234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QP1Fu0HI/AAAAAAAAANk/_i2Y6-j0ezY/s200/DSC08732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.. I know it doesn't look yummy but the taste is not as bad as you think. Ok. It's time to start my Yunho's tribute thing. Watch, as the young 17 year old turn SexGod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U-Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U-Know Yunho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jung Yunho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27NCsWg4rI/AAAAAAAAAME/dFA_DKjBF5M/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435507246431789746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27NCsWg4rI/AAAAAAAAAME/dFA_DKjBF5M/s200/04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003/4 Hug debut Age 17/18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27NC28krkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sIFLA02JMuk/s1600-h/046.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435507249275776578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27NC28krkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sIFLA02JMuk/s200/046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004. The Way U Are single Age 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27NDUNoYoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/euOHaPr1BeQ/s1600-h/218gl7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435507257131950722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27NDUNoYoI/AAAAAAAAAMU/euOHaPr1BeQ/s200/218gl7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 Tri-anglr Album Age 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QQOSIhfI/AAAAAAAAANs/dLfHNbocDW0/s1600-h/Yunho+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27ND9BvbiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2yzfWnpiUFU/s1600-h/dzfcbhn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435507268087934498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27ND9BvbiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2yzfWnpiUFU/s200/dzfcbhn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 Rising Sun Album Age 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27NEbyHcZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1PrMTsJAAq8/s1600-h/yunho-46.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435507276343898514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27NEbyHcZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/1PrMTsJAAq8/s200/yunho-46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 "O" Jung.Ban.Hap Album Age 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27ND9BvbiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/2yzfWnpiUFU/s1600-h/dzfcbhn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27OkArDKcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/O_KMElqnO9E/s1600-h/Step_by_Step_Yunho_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435508918333942210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27OkArDKcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/O_KMElqnO9E/s200/Step_by_Step_Yunho_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 Step By Step single Age 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27OkANQhtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Tu6qDvGAIrw/s1600-h/2862195840099989980szwukd6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 82px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435508918208988882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27OkANQhtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Tu6qDvGAIrw/s200/2862195840099989980szwukd6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 Five In The Black Album Age 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27OkdlN9SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Nyz5NmlqSkk/s1600-h/2005760436390765207rsd1le5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 197px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435508926094112034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27OkdlN9SI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Nyz5NmlqSkk/s200/2005760436390765207rsd1le5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Purple Line Age 22&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27Okuq3biI/AAAAAAAAANE/mRZ6zoTKNes/s1600-h/YunhoMirotic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435508930681204258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27Okuq3biI/AAAAAAAAANE/mRZ6zoTKNes/s200/YunhoMirotic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 Mirotic Album Age 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27OlETOmhI/AAAAAAAAANM/U3uU9ULwIsQ/s1600-h/secretcodecdlegra26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435508936487639570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27OlETOmhI/AAAAAAAAANM/U3uU9ULwIsQ/s200/secretcodecdlegra26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 The Secret Code Album Age 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QPLuf_7I/AAAAAAAAANU/-sbRNMmstCs/s1600-h/breakoutYH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435510759547207602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QPLuf_7I/AAAAAAAAANU/-sbRNMmstCs/s200/breakoutYH.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Break Out Single! Age 24!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, Michelle ABOZ Tawa! Your sister is LAME! She's been lame for her whole life! How can you not realise that untill now. You FREAKING LIVE WITH HER. SO LIVE WITH THE FACT SHE'S FREAKING LAME!!!!! .... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untill next time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Hey Girl! Come closer to me, quick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Hey Girl! Sexy Beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ok. Come on everybody, one step is Checkmate!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checkmate song. Sang by The one and only. Jung Yunho. I think he wrote it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Extra sexy pics. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QQOSIhfI/AAAAAAAAANs/dLfHNbocDW0/s1600-h/Yunho+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435510777413404146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QQOSIhfI/AAAAAAAAANs/dLfHNbocDW0/s200/Yunho+(6).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QQfvGDlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OW5sN7H7Hj8/s1600-h/Yunho+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435510782098280018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QQfvGDlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/OW5sN7H7Hj8/s200/Yunho+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Melts..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*screams* I LOVE YOU YUNHO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8326488812778510394-2940558279990376867?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/2940558279990376867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-belate-birthday-sexy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2940558279990376867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2940558279990376867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-belate-birthday-sexy.html' title='Happy Belate Birthday Sexy!'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S27QPolZYWI/AAAAAAAAANc/vpXxfnNK-EQ/s72-c/DSC08731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-4236676865679031881</id><published>2010-02-03T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T04:24:35.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kyuhyun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Kyuhyun!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S2lnb87CC8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/daGkeXEKmAg/s1600-h/kyuhyun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433988155307068354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S2lnb87CC8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/daGkeXEKmAg/s200/kyuhyun2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short Post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I could go to your concert, my dear Kyuhyun who's 6th on my list of who I wanna marry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my daddy says I'm to young to be going to a concert with only two of us. (Me and Nellie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darn the bloody rules to be illegal to do stuff below 18. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Super Junior for God's sake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. No cookie for Kyuhyun. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for Yunho's Birthday. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm lame to be cooking on there Birthdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't help it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Kyuhyun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JayLyn signing out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-4236676865679031881?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/4236676865679031881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-kyuhyun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/4236676865679031881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/4236676865679031881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-kyuhyun.html' title='Happy Birthday Kyuhyun!'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S2lnb87CC8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/daGkeXEKmAg/s72-c/kyuhyun2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-951025560886538722</id><published>2010-01-26T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:15:44.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hot Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Hot Stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! Hello! I'm in a great mood today! Even when my sister is being an ass, I'm still fine! Wanna know why?? It's&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kim Jaejoong's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ........ Goddamit, I need a life. -_- Being happy just because it's your 'All Time Super Favorite Band' member birthday today isn't... normal.... is it? Ok. I can admit, I'm... retarded at times. (most of the time.) But, hey? A girl can act like that if she's really, really, really (seriously) obsess with something.. or someone. I'm a stalker! Haha. That was lame. So, Jae isn't my favorite member nut I still love him. I like that he wears crosses because thats my stlye too! Haha. Wearing all black and love wearing cross is me. Call me goth, I don't care. It's my stlye that my sis hates me wearing. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S18GXfguFyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HI-PGAFKCfs/s1600-h/DSC08686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431066676297602850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S18GXfguFyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HI-PGAFKCfs/s200/DSC08686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S18GWmEtxfI/AAAAAAAAALs/byo6i-d4TGw/s1600-h/DSC08688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431066660879320562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S18GWmEtxfI/AAAAAAAAALs/byo6i-d4TGw/s200/DSC08688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I said, baked cookies. I know it looks like shit. [P.S to does who ate. If you are feeling any, tummy aches, toilet problems. Please do not blame me. Even if it is my fault]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway! I bake cookie's! NOT because it's Jaejoong's birthday! (ok a little) Come on. Didn't I say I was obsess? Thier face are all over my bebroom wall!! Whoops. That was a secret... Nevermind! Today is an ass birthday! So celebrate. Here's my tribute to the 24/25 year old man! From his early days to now. How our little small innocent 17 year old boy grew up to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Youngwoong Jaejoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kim Jaejoong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174nCz3vQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/l5YOUsuyZc4/s1600-h/hero-jaejoong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431051550308416770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174nCz3vQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/l5YOUsuyZc4/s200/hero-jaejoong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003/4 Hug debut Age Age 17/18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174n3dYvbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TgvXXJpgLX0/s1600-h/Promo_Way-U-Are_251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431051564441189810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174n3dYvbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/TgvXXJpgLX0/s200/Promo_Way-U-Are_251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004. The Way U Are single Age 18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174oEUjX8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/E9siNgzHK5M/s1600-h/hero-jae-joong-tri-angle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431051567893798850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174oEUjX8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/E9siNgzHK5M/s200/hero-jae-joong-tri-angle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004 Tri-angle Album Age 18&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174oihdD2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/c2uz2s8Wyxw/s1600-h/9ef312bcc3d657711b183b6b98f72a201234308995_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431051576000974690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174oihdD2I/AAAAAAAAAKs/c2uz2s8Wyxw/s200/9ef312bcc3d657711b183b6b98f72a201234308995_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005 Rising Sun Album Age 19&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174oyxpQgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GqP0vUC2rlI/s1600-h/thesis51fu3editkh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 183px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431051580363850242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S174oyxpQgI/AAAAAAAAAK0/GqP0vUC2rlI/s200/thesis51fu3editkh1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006 "O" Jung.Ban.Hap. Album Age 20&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175bPfcP4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/IgM22tTKR1U/s1600-h/Step_by_Step_Jejung_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431052447065587586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175bPfcP4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/IgM22tTKR1U/s200/Step_by_Step_Jejung_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 Step by Step single Age 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175bYfq0NI/AAAAAAAAALE/DtW59czWS24/s1600-h/B000MM0EDY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431052449482461394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175bYfq0NI/AAAAAAAAALE/DtW59czWS24/s200/B000MM0EDY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007 Five In The Black Album Age 21&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175bor-N_I/AAAAAAAAALM/5yy23mzINlc/s1600-h/11d3c0787249e0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431052453829031922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175bor-N_I/AAAAAAAAALM/5yy23mzINlc/s200/11d3c0787249e0_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 Purple Line single Age 22&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175bor-N_I/AAAAAAAAALM/5yy23mzINlc/s1600-h/11d3c0787249e0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175cIjHsHI/AAAAAAAAALU/NLKsMkp1ByY/s1600-h/e1f2qc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431052462381838450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175cIjHsHI/AAAAAAAAALU/NLKsMkp1ByY/s200/e1f2qc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175cdKjfTI/AAAAAAAAALc/jDk6QVVgeyo/s1600-h/secretcodealbumlegra12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 Mirotic Album Age 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175cdKjfTI/AAAAAAAAALc/jDk6QVVgeyo/s1600-h/secretcodealbumlegra12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431052467915947314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175cdKjfTI/AAAAAAAAALc/jDk6QVVgeyo/s200/secretcodealbumlegra12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 The Secret Code Album Age 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175wnn6xII/AAAAAAAAALk/4k0GnRFAMa0/s1600-h/jae.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 82px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431052814320845954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S175wnn6xII/AAAAAAAAALk/4k0GnRFAMa0/s200/jae.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2010! Break Out Single! Age 24!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my man! Not exactly mine though. I'm in love with Yoochun. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for the next hottie! Mr. OhSoSexGod Jung Yunho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until next time! See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll become the wind and wrap gently around you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right now, I want to fly to a world with you in it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even though I want to see you so much... I miss you so much... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm waiting for you, don't forget me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;忘れないで.... ジェジュン.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B.T.W, Love your song Jae. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JayLyn~ signing out! x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8326488812778510394-951025560886538722?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/951025560886538722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-hot-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/951025560886538722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/951025560886538722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-hot-stuff.html' title='Happy Birthday Hot Stuff'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/S18GXfguFyI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HI-PGAFKCfs/s72-c/DSC08686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-9142503899698829941</id><published>2009-12-21T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:00:16.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloody Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday, my sister and I went christmas shopping. xD (But I'm still not done.) While walking, for the first time since 10 years my sister trip and fell. Not shoking to you maybe, but to me, knowing Michelle for 14 years, I know she was never the clumsy type. (The clumsy one's me though) She actually tore her skin!! And the blood just leaked out! Disgustingly cool. I even had the take picture's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning! This may affect sensitive viewers. 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEWARE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SzAxh2ntKVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_YzJkLMVEcg/s1600-h/DSC08093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417884809394202962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SzAxh2ntKVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_YzJkLMVEcg/s200/DSC08093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SzAxiXZWSbI/AAAAAAAAAKM/akAmMPK9J2A/s1600-h/DSC08092.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SzAxhWrfKPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sw9kguhm3Ow/s1600-h/DSC08097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417884800820127986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SzAxhWrfKPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sw9kguhm3Ow/s200/DSC08097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have been warn^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disgusting.... ByeBye^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JayLyn~signing out!&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/8326488812778510394-9142503899698829941?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/9142503899698829941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/12/bloody-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/9142503899698829941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/9142503899698829941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/12/bloody-christmas.html' title='Bloody Christmas'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SzAxh2ntKVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_YzJkLMVEcg/s72-c/DSC08093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-6845688984780515323</id><published>2009-12-10T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:27:42.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feedback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello^^  Well, I'm just posting this to comment on MJ (Kah May) post about Best Frisnds Are Pain In The Ass poem. I'm just defending my self  about the 'keep changing dates of our hang out plan.' &lt;strong&gt;It's seriously not my fault. &lt;/strong&gt;My familly only tells me our familly plan at the last minute, on the same day as me and MJ's plans. Or sometimes the fact is, I'll randomly pick a date and forgot I have plans already. (You know I'm forgetfull) I should but a book for my plan. That's easy. I'll forget to write it down. Now that's a problem. x[  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's it now. ByeBye^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-6845688984780515323?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/6845688984780515323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/12/feedback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/6845688984780515323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/6845688984780515323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/12/feedback.html' title='Feedback'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-7625565489526958836</id><published>2009-12-10T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:18:45.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends Can Be Pain In The Ass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Friends Can Be A Pain In The Ass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bestie told me to update my blog so.. &lt;strong&gt;HERE YOU GO! MJ!!! &lt;/strong&gt;and well, yes, there are stuff to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off. I cut my hair! Short now. I prefer short then long. It's easier to take care off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SyC4c8UjyZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_HLryRw59VM/s1600-h/DSC05933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413529559467542930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SyC4c8UjyZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_HLryRw59VM/s200/DSC05933.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So you can't really see the diffrence but what the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next off. I'm so Gaga over &lt;strong&gt;Kenichi Matsuyama! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SyC4cizOnxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sxkXaDXlt8E/s1600-h/261108km.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413529552616857362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SyC4cizOnxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sxkXaDXlt8E/s200/261108km.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.... I'm actually clueless now. I'm just trying to make this as long as I can by typing out crap. Let's see.... Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kah May Plaese Update Your Twitter!&lt;/strong&gt; Type crap also I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Death Note!!! My Daddy better buy me the CD's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I have nothing to say. So that will be it then! See yeah!&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-7625565489526958836?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/7625565489526958836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-friends-can-be-pain-in-ass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/7625565489526958836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/7625565489526958836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-friends-can-be-pain-in-ass.html' title='Best Friends Can Be Pain In The Ass'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SyC4c8UjyZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_HLryRw59VM/s72-c/DSC05933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-7362308093686933334</id><published>2009-10-31T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:19:07.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Of Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full Of Regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today's a saturday, and guess what?! I had a exam! Yay!!! ..... I take that back. This is not someting to celebrate about! EXAM on a SATURDAY! The school just ruined my weekend. This week was such a regretfull week.I regreted my Maths paper. It was shit! I couldn't answer practiclly 60% of the paper! And I think those 40% are mostly wrong. Gosh! I suck at Maths! I regreted not going to All American Rejects concert! All of the sudden! I mean a few weeks ago I was like 'Oh, there are coming back? Nevermind, I went and saw them in world stage so it's ok.' Now I'm in a mood of going!!! Anyway! I bet my sister is having a blast by now, jumping and singing along to AAR's songs in her Devil costume she wore especially for AAR's Holloweewn concert today. [screw you, Michelle] Alright! Time to get my mind out of AAR! I feel like McDonalds now. -__-&lt;br /&gt;ByeBye^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-7362308093686933334?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/7362308093686933334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-of-regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/7362308093686933334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/7362308093686933334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-of-regret.html' title='Full Of Regret'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-5703262842804307810</id><published>2009-10-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:12:40.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train To No Where</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Train To No Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello^^ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually lazy now to post something but I want to post it anyway. xD I went to Alor Setar on Saturday, considering it's actually Sunday. Wanna know why??? Because it takes 12 hours on train to reach Alor Setar. If you haven't guess it yet, I slept in the train! Wonder why i make a big fuss about it...?^^ Because I only got 1 hour of sleep. Or lets say shoter... =_= I could see the panda eyes when I look in the mirror in the hotel room. Anyways, Here's the Picture's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_Kz5HVrXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GC24czm95zk/s1600-h/DSC04594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253871466884466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_Kz5HVrXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GC24czm95zk/s200/DSC04594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We sat first like in a normal train.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_Kyw1_kjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gkF93_znBKg/s1600-h/DSC04651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253852066779698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_Kyw1_kjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gkF93_znBKg/s200/DSC04651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_KybdOYJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9hvgrlyMzSI/s1600-h/DSC04670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253846325747858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_KybdOYJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/9hvgrlyMzSI/s200/DSC04670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_KzOxJy3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_7d4pZC4mbE/s1600-h/DSC04649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253860099541874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_KzOxJy3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_7d4pZC4mbE/s200/DSC04649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we went to the cabin. This is the top bunk of the trains Cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H6ovnsxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7I5qyrPiPzM/s1600-h/DSC04696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395250688796635922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H6ovnsxI/AAAAAAAAAHE/7I5qyrPiPzM/s200/DSC04696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H6edhkqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5eNENV9pm1I/s1600-h/DSC04700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395250686036382370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H6edhkqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5eNENV9pm1I/s200/DSC04700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H6FJVvSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zGnDmRmwx9U/s1600-h/DSC04703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395250679240834338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H6FJVvSI/AAAAAAAAAG0/zGnDmRmwx9U/s200/DSC04703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and sis in the hotel's window. We got seperate rooms with our parent's because there was no room with our little brother around. [Little Kyle is so cute! xD ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H5uv0myI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VKmemkafKnU/s1600-h/DSC04731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395250673228225314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H5uv0myI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VKmemkafKnU/s200/DSC04731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H5G5LwjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PLq_6TKmur0/s1600-h/DSC04734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395250662530073138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_H5G5LwjI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PLq_6TKmur0/s200/DSC04734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Tawa Siblings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_FplPDg3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0yYh54FBvT4/s1600-h/DSC04738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248196773708658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_FplPDg3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/0yYh54FBvT4/s200/DSC04738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_Fp56upQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TAZ0eW2G2fs/s1600-h/DSC04736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248202325599490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_Fp56upQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/TAZ0eW2G2fs/s200/DSC04736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and my little bro, Kyle!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248179590979954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_FolOX4XI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X57-jBKnPwE/s200/DSC04746.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way home train ride. This is where I slept in peace. Nicer bed. This is sis on her top bunk beside mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_FpIePKNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iC_4RvfXY7c/s1600-h/DSC04745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248189052758226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_FpIePKNI/AAAAAAAAAGM/iC_4RvfXY7c/s200/DSC04745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_FoTfCmvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xL3j6oLmhNY/s1600-h/DSC04755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395248174829050610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_FoTfCmvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xL3j6oLmhNY/s200/DSC04755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My messy top bunk! Tried to write my stories but it was too shaky. @_@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Untill Next Time! Bye-Bye^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8326488812778510394-5703262842804307810?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/5703262842804307810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/10/train-to-no-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5703262842804307810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5703262842804307810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/10/train-to-no-where.html' title='Train To No Where'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/St_Kz5HVrXI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GC24czm95zk/s72-c/DSC04594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-2396835613828603681</id><published>2009-10-05T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:14:10.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitches On The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitches On The Beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today me and Kah May went to 'Sunday Lagoon'~! :D 'Dry and Wet Park'. OMG! The roller-coster was scaryly cool! I was like "WOOOO HOO- AHHHH!!!!" LOL. That reminds me. When me and May-may(Kah May) went to the 'Man Eating Snake' ride, it was so funny! We wondered what would happen if we sing. xD Because this ride you will ride this thing on this 'man made river', you enter a tunnel and go up slowly (literaly) and you'll crash down so fast! The water will splash right at your face! (That's what happen to me because I was sitting infront, since 'someone' was to scared to sit infront so she sat at the back until her back hurts because she keeps hitting her back at the edge of the thing.) Don't kill me Kah May. Right! Anyways, when we were at the top, ready to go down, we stupidly sang 'You Rise Me Up' Hahahah! So It sounded like this. "You rise me- AHHHHHHH!!!" *going down* The fisrt try was a fail actually. We went "You rise me.... Why isn't it movi- AHHHHHHH!!!!!" I know. Lame. But What The Heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun untill some asshole's riun my mood. Is it bad to ask to go again??? I just ask that dude in charge of the roller-coster if me and May could continue sitting because we were about to take it again and the thing actually went to front untill me and May could'nt get out so we figured we ride again. The guy was fine with it but some Dicks and Pussys have to insult me. They just imatated the line I speak into a more stupider sounding. But in chinese because they all 'china-pek' people. I feel like cursing so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! I'm not letting bitches or bastards ruin my mood. Continue-ing my story~~~ I didn't like the water ride because all I was afraid I was gonne drown. Kah May TRIED teaching me how to swim. I still suck T_T Went to this thing where you lay on the mat and it goes really down like a roller-coster but there's no up, just going down... really fast.It was so exuasting to climb up there. *out of breath* And I swear I feel myself went up and down like some kind of bumpy road! like ~~~~~~ . Something like that. Anyway's here's some pictures. Only a few. To much having fun. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SsnuzF0lGkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dpIjfoTKIzQ/s1600-h/DSC04512.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389100990628960834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SsnuzF0lGkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dpIjfoTKIzQ/s200/DSC04512.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Ssnuyl11xwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eA-uv-Gs9Bk/s1600-h/DSC04513.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389100982044313346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Ssnuyl11xwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eA-uv-Gs9Bk/s200/DSC04513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-2396835613828603681?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/2396835613828603681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitches-in-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2396835613828603681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/2396835613828603681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitches-in-beach.html' title='Bitches On The Beach'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SsnuzF0lGkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/dpIjfoTKIzQ/s72-c/DSC04512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-3221594241330979697</id><published>2009-09-24T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:14:43.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Eating Tokoyaki.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never Eating Tokoyaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out on tuesday with a bunch of friends. Note to self; Never hang out with them again. They so slumber leave us alone when they are the one asking us to come. Those boys are bloody assholes. Me and Nellie were the only girls. Screw it! Anyways, Me and Nellie had better things to do. Which were more fun then hangging out with those jerks. Nellie and I ate Tokoyaki; which I regret. I got Food Poisoning. Right, moving on! Here's a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs638qSqJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aHZW58bcD3k/s1600-h/DSC04417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384962512302286994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs638qSqJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aHZW58bcD3k/s200/DSC04417.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs63d8ImoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kMiMn3GUNik/s1600-h/DSC04416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384962504055626370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs63d8ImoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/kMiMn3GUNik/s200/DSC04416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played this arrow and bow game (forgot the name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs625G-oNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hiPz6PreVgA/s1600-h/DSC04407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384962494168998098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs625G-oNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hiPz6PreVgA/s200/DSC04407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys vs Girls in Air Hockey. (the girls lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and preety much gets boring. All we did was 'window shopping'. Wanted to buy a new hand bag but had not enough money. Oh, I shall apologize to Kah May because I couldn't make it today with her to sunway because I was &lt;strong&gt;SICK&lt;/strong&gt;. But I bet she's fine. She's out with Lee Chen now. Since I couldn't make it. I'm a little bit better now. I have enough energy to blog. Gosh! Feel like vomiting. I geuss I shall stop here. ByeBye^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-3221594241330979697?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/3221594241330979697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-eating-tokoyaki.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3221594241330979697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/3221594241330979697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-eating-tokoyaki.html' title='Never Eating Tokoyaki.'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs638qSqJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aHZW58bcD3k/s72-c/DSC04417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-9087852323054584985</id><published>2009-09-24T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:15:13.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Hate The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I Hate The Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Sepang on Sunday. I hate it. I had no mood to beach on that day and I don't why I agreed to go strolling down the beach. David got me wet. Screw him. Anyways, I'm lazy to blog. I'll just randomly post pictures :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsumIywNmI/AAAAAAAAACk/HvAQenC1h2Q/s1600-h/DSC04349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384949012181825122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsumIywNmI/AAAAAAAAACk/HvAQenC1h2Q/s200/DSC04349.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsuldnXtYI/AAAAAAAAACc/Yos4P0x4Opk/s1600-h/DSC04348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384949000591357314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsuldnXtYI/AAAAAAAAACc/Yos4P0x4Opk/s200/DSC04348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was the place we were suppose to stay but it was full. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srsumzi-IYI/AAAAAAAAACs/t9wjS-4JPrQ/s1600-h/DSC04350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384949023658353026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srsumzi-IYI/AAAAAAAAACs/t9wjS-4JPrQ/s200/DSC04350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsunfpmJ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5AoiiMOQb74/s1600-h/DSC04353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384949035497301890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsunfpmJ4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/5AoiiMOQb74/s200/DSC04353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsuoEXpRVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lm4lnYdeJ-A/s1600-h/DSC04355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384949045354120530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsuoEXpRVI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lm4lnYdeJ-A/s200/DSC04355.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My models of the day. Doesn't that look like a good family photo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsyrCcvmDI/AAAAAAAAADM/pa5yp_IrtlA/s1600-h/DSC04359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384953494424754226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsyrCcvmDI/AAAAAAAAADM/pa5yp_IrtlA/s200/DSC04359.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsyqZgcT5I/AAAAAAAAADE/dvrIfjymSdQ/s1600-h/DSC04357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384953483434413970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsyqZgcT5I/AAAAAAAAADE/dvrIfjymSdQ/s200/DSC04357.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srsumzi-IYI/AAAAAAAAACs/t9wjS-4JPrQ/s1600-h/DSC04350.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beach!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsyrppnbzI/AAAAAAAAADU/osCPToOzF-c/s1600-h/DSC04363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384953504947728178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsyrppnbzI/AAAAAAAAADU/osCPToOzF-c/s200/DSC04363.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Random photo :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs0wq_1CdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AdSTj_7eXaw/s1600-h/DSC04390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384955790231931346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs0wq_1CdI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AdSTj_7eXaw/s200/DSC04390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs0xMyx9SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YQHdGm9lZ-E/s1600-h/DSC04392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384955799304008994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs0xMyx9SI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YQHdGm9lZ-E/s200/DSC04392.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dong Bang Shin Ki~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsysmSHW9I/AAAAAAAAADk/y0Fm_YMyJZo/s1600-h/DSC04388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384953521223719890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsysmSHW9I/AAAAAAAAADk/y0Fm_YMyJZo/s200/DSC04388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs0wA3dJFI/AAAAAAAAADs/RiqEYQx5VeY/s1600-h/DSC04389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384955778922521682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs0wA3dJFI/AAAAAAAAADs/RiqEYQx5VeY/s200/DSC04389.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The died jelly fish David found. Cool huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsyryjERBI/AAAAAAAAADc/KzNCZGhm5-o/s1600-h/DSC04379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384953507336176658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsyryjERBI/AAAAAAAAADc/KzNCZGhm5-o/s200/DSC04379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs0xpaUGaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xFzBA5wgD-o/s1600-h/Max;Choikang+Changmin+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384955806986017186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srs0xpaUGaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xFzBA5wgD-o/s200/Max%3BChoikang+Changmin+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want David's Shades because it looks like Dong Bang Shin Ki's, Changmin's one. XD&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&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/8326488812778510394-9087852323054584985?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/9087852323054584985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-hate-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/9087852323054584985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/9087852323054584985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-hate-beach.html' title='Sometimes I Hate The Beach'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsumIywNmI/AAAAAAAAACk/HvAQenC1h2Q/s72-c/DSC04349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-4466681327976408758</id><published>2009-09-24T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:15:41.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Is A Girls Best Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hair Is A Girls Best look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! Nellie cut her hair last saturday. Finaly! Been bugging that girl to cut! She looks awsome now. Better to be exact. In pictures seems like no diffrence though. But it looks better real life. I went with her to the hair saloon in sunway (forgot the shops name) and it took practicly the whole day to do her hair! because she straighten it (even when its already straight) don't ask me why. I don't even know. It was boring. I thought I could kill time talking to Nellie but No~~ the stupid girl cutting Nellie's hair was like 'Don't talk to her.' Atleast she apologize after that rude talk or I swear I could have gone 'Excuse me. Oh-No you just didn't! @#*($^(*%^(*$#' Yeah.... Here's the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiFSoHSzI/AAAAAAAAABU/eJaCH_KM3LI/s1600-h/DSC04322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384935253746338610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiFSoHSzI/AAAAAAAAABU/eJaCH_KM3LI/s200/DSC04322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsjygFrrpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PEqgpMvBGzQ/s1600-h/DSC04333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384937129965760146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsjygFrrpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PEqgpMvBGzQ/s200/DSC04333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsjzLE2VzI/AAAAAAAAACE/yS7a0hs0Mbc/s1600-h/DSC04335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384937141504988978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsjzLE2VzI/AAAAAAAAACE/yS7a0hs0Mbc/s200/DSC04335.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiHH_F9oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Slv6J2GQV-E/s1600-h/DSC04341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384935285249668738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiHH_F9oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Slv6J2GQV-E/s200/DSC04341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nellie in her Diva pose. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiFwukKoI/AAAAAAAAABc/HtQLNk1jVL4/s1600-h/DSC04313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384935261826460290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiFwukKoI/AAAAAAAAABc/HtQLNk1jVL4/s200/DSC04313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiGH8c2AI/AAAAAAAAABk/idWp6IBsPxE/s1600-h/DSC04317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384935268058716162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiGH8c2AI/AAAAAAAAABk/idWp6IBsPxE/s200/DSC04317.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiGhHKqTI/AAAAAAAAABs/e1P25dm2dno/s1600-h/DSC04319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384935274814548274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiGhHKqTI/AAAAAAAAABs/e1P25dm2dno/s200/DSC04319.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is not in order actually. I forgot which came first. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right! Here's the transformation!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsjzvUfRHI/AAAAAAAAACM/4ZonER02AA8/s1600-h/DSC04344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384937151234262130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsjzvUfRHI/AAAAAAAAACM/4ZonER02AA8/s200/DSC04344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srsj0IkG5VI/AAAAAAAAACU/ee3LwErDsVs/s1600-h/DSC04347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384937158010660178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/Srsj0IkG5VI/AAAAAAAAACU/ee3LwErDsVs/s200/DSC04347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a better picture of her. ByeBye^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn~ signing out!&lt;br /&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/8326488812778510394-4466681327976408758?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/4466681327976408758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/hair-is-girls-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/4466681327976408758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/4466681327976408758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/hair-is-girls-best-friend.html' title='Hair Is A Girls Best Look'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVrGcZOqWos/SrsiFSoHSzI/AAAAAAAAABU/eJaCH_KM3LI/s72-c/DSC04322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-6958519225491117971</id><published>2009-09-12T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:16:25.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goods Of Being A Spoil Brat</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Goods Of Being A Spoil Brat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was... Boring. -_- My sister went to her church camp and I can't believe I'm saying this but 'I Miss Her'. OMG! I said it! It's so boring with out her. At times I do wish she dissapears from my life but today I realise.. Who else am I gonna tease when she's gone?! It's fun teasing my sister. I can't make up 'fat jokes' when shes gone! (sorry sis. I know I'm harsh, xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! Went shopping with my family today. [To Michelle; No worries. We will go out with you next time] And I bought stuff! Finaly! I needed new things in my closet! I bought two new shorts and a boyfriend T-shirt. I know my sis is gonna be mad for buying a boyfriend T-shirt without her permission and she will obviously steal it and wear it for herself. Not fair because I can't even touch her clothes and she just takes my clothes like shes God or something that she can do anthing she wants. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough about my sister. Dang! I complaine about her alot. I'll maybe post up pictures of the things I bought next time. I have no pictures now and I'm lazy actually. Right! Can't wait for the holidays next week! Need to get out of school! I feel bored with it already. No Mood~~&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go now. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JayLyn~ Signing out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-6958519225491117971?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/6958519225491117971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/goods-of-being-spoil-brat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/6958519225491117971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/6958519225491117971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/goods-of-being-spoil-brat.html' title='The Goods Of Being A Spoil Brat'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-1458631664725079260</id><published>2009-09-05T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:16:52.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boring Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello~!^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my blog! Finally! and all by myself! &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt; Thank you! Thank You! [Gosh! I'm lame! xD] Anyways, I still need sis help. I have no idea how to change the blog url. I didn't do much today. I just got bored and decided to post something, since my blog looks empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my sis and her friend to playground today just to shot a video of them for thier retarded... &lt;strong&gt;'Tan And Mich Show!!'&lt;/strong&gt; Not really retarded. It's funny. I get to watch thier bloopers and behind the sence. xD Oh! I'm thanking &lt;strong&gt;Intan&lt;/strong&gt; now for teaching me a song on the guiter! I finally mastered a song. [Not really 'Mastered']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a guiter and not knowing how to play last time. So I can practise a song atleast.^^ Need to go &lt;strong&gt;Duckie's &lt;/strong&gt;[A friend of mine. I call her &lt;strong&gt;Duckie&lt;/strong&gt; and now forgot how to spell her long real name] house to learn more song's on the guiter. Well, this is a short post anyway. &lt;strong&gt;ByeBye^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JayLyn~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;signing out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-1458631664725079260?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/1458631664725079260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-i-did-my-blog-finally-and-all-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1458631664725079260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/1458631664725079260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello-i-did-my-blog-finally-and-all-by.html' title='Boring Saturday'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-8783104140640294707</id><published>2009-09-04T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:17:18.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ups And Downs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ups And Downs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello~!^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bads&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;goods&lt;/span&gt; in the same time (but mostly bad).&lt;br /&gt;Was late for school. Lucky thing is I didn't get that stupid paper I have to fill up if I'm late. (It will go in my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Permanent Record&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) And I might get suspended if i get any more points! I have too many already! I should be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher change my place in science class. Now I'm lonely and only have lame people to talk with beside me! Such a great day! Forgot to bring my english book. =_= but I escape that! &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;*Phew!*&lt;/span&gt; Got hungry in lunch. I finish all my money before the week ended. I can never keep money. Thats why I have a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;personal bank&lt;/span&gt; for me. My friend helps me keep my money so I have money to go out shopping with! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks Nellie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really intresting today. Accept that it's suprising my &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; didn't pick me up from school today, but i enjoy walking home alone,&lt;strong&gt; BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I walked home with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kristin&lt;/span&gt;. She needed a companny so as a friend, I did. Didn't mind actually. It kills time talking anyway. Long time didn't catch up with that girl. I saw &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Crystal&lt;/span&gt;! Long time no see that dog! So cute! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I finaly finish the story I was writting! Hah.. I just needed to get that out. I was happy I actually finished it, but it isn't really that nice because i was in a rush. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cousin&lt;/span&gt; was bugging me to finish and I was so &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eager&lt;/span&gt; to write a new one. xD So now my problem is a new book. Ok! Enough about me! Time for the credits! Thanking my Sis, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt; for the back round design! Thanking &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kah May&lt;/span&gt; for my blog name and..... Ok thats it. &lt;strong&gt;ByeBye^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;JayLyn~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Signing out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-8783104140640294707?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/8783104140640294707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8783104140640294707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/8783104140640294707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups And Downs'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8326488812778510394.post-5582381925743538573</id><published>2009-09-03T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:17:48.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Hello~ ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saying Hello~^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello~!^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short post. I'm new, so I'm just trying it out.&lt;br /&gt;I can finally have a blog! xD Been dying to have one! (since my sister didn't let me! xP)&lt;br /&gt;I made this blog and forgot to tell her... Lucky she's kind enough to let me live. O_O&lt;br /&gt;(sorry sis. I know your mad now if your reading ^^)&lt;br /&gt;I'm thanking my bestie now, She made this blog for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Kah May&lt;/strong&gt;! ^^ Hmm... I guess thats it.&lt;br /&gt;Still need to do more editing on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should try &lt;strong&gt;bribing&lt;/strong&gt; my sister to help me with my blog???&lt;br /&gt;It's worth a try right?? Haha. Ok. I'll stop before it gets more boring! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JayLyn~ Signning out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8326488812778510394-5582381925743538573?l=jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/feeds/5582381925743538573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/saying-hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5582381925743538573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8326488812778510394/posts/default/5582381925743538573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaylynmyimperfecttale.blogspot.com/2009/09/saying-hello.html' title='Saying Hello~ ^^'/><author><name>JayLyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08326754123797522680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg2aFXtOpG4/TVZk6lxmVGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/medIyWO21I8/s220/DSC00120.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
