<?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-4085850584652010437</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:30:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of a Summer Crush</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-1960774470789300227</id><published>2009-02-27T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:41:13.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im moving, starting a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;havent started yet, but ohh well, &lt;br /&gt;you guys will sure know about it.&lt;br /&gt;this blog holds too many memories.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall just leave it.&lt;br /&gt;cause all those memories have faded.&lt;br /&gt;its time to move anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dumb fool.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-1960774470789300227?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1960774470789300227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=1960774470789300227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/1960774470789300227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/1960774470789300227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-moving-starting-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-1016737886942304125</id><published>2009-02-01T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:51:30.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SYWwxKzK_5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/210HI2bMSlo/s1600-h/IMG_5097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SYWwxKzK_5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/210HI2bMSlo/s320/IMG_5097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297834895430320018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its never the right time to say goodbye. gangg 07' and 08'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so for the past few days i have been meeting up with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, lets start with thursday.&lt;br /&gt;thursday i crashed sard's house, with dan, cause she was sick.&lt;br /&gt;i must say i had a great time watching movies and talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;sard, i really liked our talk, and your spicy fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my two brothers, you guys are the best. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then thurs night i took the 11pm 109 bus all the way to pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;met kim, and we had a sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;watched a couple of movies, and talked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kim, you are one big time snorer cum listener.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love your house, future sleepovers at your crib babe!&lt;br /&gt;then fri lunch kim and i met arch and jam.&lt;br /&gt;so we had lunch, and watched bride wars. sat next to jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Jam dresses and acts super cute. Ily. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i had waxing, so i went for it. too bad i didnt see wy.&lt;br /&gt;we were so close, yet so far. wy met arch to buy uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miss you loads weiyinggg, you sweet child!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fri night, my family toasted to me getting into cjc. funny pple.&lt;br /&gt;sat was nth much, just dance at 4.&lt;br /&gt;sun after dance i met bestie for lunch plus shopping at bugis.&lt;br /&gt;super fun, since its arch anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;then we talked for real long. and i liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thanks arch, for being there whenever i needed you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and siv just MIA-ed the whole way, so oh well, too bad for youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siv, you MIA-er, thanks for being a good friendd.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may be my last post in this blog. gonna movee soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those letters, those memories.&lt;br /&gt;you never showed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-1016737886942304125?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1016737886942304125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=1016737886942304125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/1016737886942304125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/1016737886942304125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-never-right-time-to-say-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SYWwxKzK_5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/210HI2bMSlo/s72-c/IMG_5097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-2995602111900077846</id><published>2009-01-21T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:51:41.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SXc-1A2igVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oQGb01m4v2o/s1600-h/images%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SXc-1A2igVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oQGb01m4v2o/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293768967480050002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this picture caught my eye, instantly. for idk what reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy, results were okay. im not complaining though.&lt;br /&gt;im glad i got into pl in sec 2, i kinda changed then.&lt;br /&gt;its like the atmosphere in pl and whitley are different.&lt;br /&gt;im hoping to get into Ajc though. ahh well.&lt;br /&gt;ystd ate with sard and dan for lunch. funny people.&lt;br /&gt;danboi and deanboi, my two brotherss.&lt;br /&gt;before that i met my badass karish and siv in macs, arch met us too.&lt;br /&gt;i like tryna be badass, its fun. failure.&lt;br /&gt;today went to pl to help out with cheer and all.&lt;br /&gt;pl is freaking pink, cause of cny. lol.&lt;br /&gt;we're still using dodworth drums! WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;ash, me dan and sard made the new mass cheer.&lt;br /&gt;credits to them though, they are really good.&lt;br /&gt;and i like the cheer, cause it has SWAGGER LIKE US.&lt;br /&gt;and i contributedd! woohhoo. im there next wed too!&lt;br /&gt;tmr dan's house. woohhhooo im like seeing dan everydayy.&lt;br /&gt;its fun with her. (: she made it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes, its best to leave things unsaid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-2995602111900077846?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2995602111900077846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=2995602111900077846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/2995602111900077846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/2995602111900077846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-picture-caught-my-eye-instantly.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SXc-1A2igVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/oQGb01m4v2o/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-223815226044852040</id><published>2009-01-15T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:06:00.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SW9k7kiZAbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HOeLe_DFzxo/s1600-h/sad..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SW9k7kiZAbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HOeLe_DFzxo/s320/sad..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291559061766603186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kevin carter's pulitzer prize photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we see ourselves as complete fools, &lt;br /&gt;making silly mistakes in life and brooding over it.&lt;br /&gt;then there is the recession period,&lt;br /&gt;where every thing seems haywire and dull.&lt;br /&gt;for them, there is no mistake to make, no economic downturn.&lt;br /&gt;they live in poverty.&lt;br /&gt;everyday is like living hell, they have to scavenge to find even a grain of rice.&lt;br /&gt;and here we are complaining about the lack of variety of food?&lt;br /&gt;seriously, its time we change our mindset.&lt;br /&gt;we tap our feet impatiently when the computer takes a long time to load&lt;br /&gt;we create a racket if life doesnt go the way we want.&lt;br /&gt;we are spoilt for choice-schools, bags, clothes.&lt;br /&gt;the life we live is a total contrast to what they live in.&lt;br /&gt;its time we see how life works, from the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;sadly, human beings like you and I are incapble of doing that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-223815226044852040?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/223815226044852040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=223815226044852040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/223815226044852040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/223815226044852040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/kevin-carters-pulitzer-prize-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SW9k7kiZAbI/AAAAAAAAAMU/HOeLe_DFzxo/s72-c/sad..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-2105610112658376075</id><published>2009-01-11T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:03:23.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk about funny.&lt;br /&gt;here we are all freaking out for results.&lt;br /&gt;thats just human nature.&lt;br /&gt;ahh well, who's to say whatt.&lt;br /&gt;so to destress myself, i watched scary movie on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;not smth so great to watch, but its got humour.&lt;br /&gt;so thats pretty much what i need.&lt;br /&gt;anyway its 12 now, and people have actually started counting down.&lt;br /&gt;crapp, im scared too. but who is'nt eh?&lt;br /&gt;talk about results. oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-2105610112658376075?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/2105610112658376075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=2105610112658376075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/2105610112658376075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/2105610112658376075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/talk-about-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-7793182774241072157</id><published>2009-01-04T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:57:52.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SWDTM3fXoGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/H5ZFPvnEuAE/s1600-h/DSC01366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SWDTM3fXoGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/H5ZFPvnEuAE/s320/DSC01366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287458180540375138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, they say the second child is out of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrote in my diary yesterday. poured out everything i had to say.&lt;br /&gt;and its a letter to you. you will see it one day though.&lt;br /&gt;its a whole new year, wow. time passes really fine.&lt;br /&gt;saw the fireworks with my people. it was good i must sayy.&lt;br /&gt;bro came back from the army all tanned. woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;listened to some old songs like love hurts and hate that i love you recently.&lt;br /&gt;past year memories flooded in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;and i was sitting on the beach with my sis the other day&lt;br /&gt;the wind rushing from the northeast, made me think of you.&lt;br /&gt;but honestly i have tried my best. not gonna try anymore, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;i have got so many things to say to you, but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be a fool again, can I? &lt;br /&gt;Oh and one more thing, you're blind alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roshita- happy new yearr! im gonna msg you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Sherie- i know babe! miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;Shangarri- yes just me and you! beachhhh ehh i msg you then! happy schooling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-7793182774241072157?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7793182774241072157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=7793182774241072157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7793182774241072157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7793182774241072157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2009/01/somehow-they-say-second-child-is-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SWDTM3fXoGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/H5ZFPvnEuAE/s72-c/DSC01366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-8554855407841713138</id><published>2008-12-26T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:48:38.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SVT5_eHzinI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TcxAeG7h-2U/s1600-h/pic..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 78px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SVT5_eHzinI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TcxAeG7h-2U/s320/pic..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284123131625310834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave the kids alone, let them kiss all they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its easy for kids to tell their loved ones how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;but as they grow, they tend to stick to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;their naive, innocent nature vanishes.&lt;br /&gt;fresh from the oven, out comes a whole new person.&lt;br /&gt;they try to find various ways to express how they feel.&lt;br /&gt;it is'nt direct anymore, like a peck on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;some become more romantic, others choose to be violent.&lt;br /&gt;a simple hint to the other party is pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;but the bottom line is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does the other party get it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to you, my favourite friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-8554855407841713138?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8554855407841713138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=8554855407841713138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/8554855407841713138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/8554855407841713138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2008/12/leave-kids-alone-let-them-kiss-all-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SVT5_eHzinI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TcxAeG7h-2U/s72-c/pic..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-8583444716536644336</id><published>2008-12-21T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T08:03:38.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SU5ngVTlFAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ufmcPsXGWEU/s1600-h/DSC04303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SU5ngVTlFAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ufmcPsXGWEU/s320/DSC04303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282273218124911618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We monkeys cant wait for christmas can we?&lt;br /&gt;Im pretty pissed, i had to change my blogskin. &lt;br /&gt;i liked the other one better. crap.&lt;br /&gt;anywayy, a few things have happened.&lt;br /&gt;i have been out like 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;tryna make plans on almost everyday so i wouldnt get bored.&lt;br /&gt;played dress-up at dan's house.&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch twilight tmr im guessing.&lt;br /&gt;everything is going pretty crazy. idk whether to decide if im it or not.&lt;br /&gt;if its better here, or the other side. its tearing me apart.&lt;br /&gt;im wondering if i can go on like this, keep holding on.&lt;br /&gt;keep thinking if there is a spark, but there isnt.&lt;br /&gt;keep being a stupid person, but its just not gonna work.&lt;br /&gt;no more am i gonna sit around and wait for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;its too hard, it keeps backfiring.&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt say too much here, its too revealing.&lt;br /&gt;So much for being my favourite drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Baby you're my disease.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-8583444716536644336?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8583444716536644336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=8583444716536644336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/8583444716536644336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/8583444716536644336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-monkeys-cant-wait-for-christmas-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SU5ngVTlFAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ufmcPsXGWEU/s72-c/DSC04303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-1260574875035612677</id><published>2008-12-15T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:30:44.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woosh, back from bintan and im super tanned.&lt;br /&gt;I played volleyball almost every day cause the beach was so close to my suite.&lt;br /&gt;and i got a tshirt tan, urghh. note- always wear a tank top for tanning.&lt;br /&gt;few days ago, bro went to NS. seriously, NS looks like a norm camp.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the place and it was nth like i expected.&lt;br /&gt;guys are getting real good these days, so they shouldnt be complaining.&lt;br /&gt;its a pretty good experience though, seeing and tasting everything.&lt;br /&gt;im expecting to see a tanned beefcake at my door on christmas day. &lt;br /&gt;anywayy, met up with the gang on saturday for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;no one was free for dinner so i went to my house for OATS.&lt;br /&gt;sundayy crashed at dan's place to watch russell peters.&lt;br /&gt;then i came home and watched love actually.&lt;br /&gt;its a super nice movie, and i think its M18. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;played badminton with bro and then ran today at 12.&lt;br /&gt;i think im killing my skin, its so dark.&lt;br /&gt;my grandma's gonna complain again, like the netball days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;All I want for christmas is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-1260574875035612677?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/1260574875035612677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=1260574875035612677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/1260574875035612677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/1260574875035612677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2008/12/woosh-back-from-bintan-and-im-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-8069060697939983419</id><published>2008-12-05T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:22:59.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlUxkENCYI/AAAAAAAAALw/6ZfozfO_6wg/s1600-h/DSC01624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlUxkENCYI/AAAAAAAAALw/6ZfozfO_6wg/s320/DSC01624.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276341648912877954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my all time fav pic on bestie's 16th bday partyy! woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlUWXIW8oI/AAAAAAAAALo/PgcoMa_o0Dc/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlUWXIW8oI/AAAAAAAAALo/PgcoMa_o0Dc/s320/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276341181584175746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my camwhoring pardner, shangarri! love you babe!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlTgvWKQ1I/AAAAAAAAALg/-wmqHqJSvMU/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlTgvWKQ1I/AAAAAAAAALg/-wmqHqJSvMU/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276340260371579730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me what kinda pose this is. im not sure myself, it was long time ago. stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlSRZRnkPI/AAAAAAAAALY/A9HD4NQcVZY/s1600-h/DSC00037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlSRZRnkPI/AAAAAAAAALY/A9HD4NQcVZY/s320/DSC00037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276338897237283058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not one of my best looking photos, but i still love it. Bestie, me, stickling and pretyy one. PL CARNIVAL, and i was Voldemort with weiying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlQ0vIuyGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IbBHkXf004M/s1600-h/20070620_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlQ0vIuyGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IbBHkXf004M/s320/20070620_0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276337305377753186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netballers at one of the schools we played with. i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlQCMzPjqI/AAAAAAAAALI/lW52KDYz8M4/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlQCMzPjqI/AAAAAAAAALI/lW52KDYz8M4/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276336437167361698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum said im a perfect bf lookalike for my sis in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlOYoWBXgI/AAAAAAAAALA/w0FY442RDRI/s1600-h/DSC01878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlOYoWBXgI/AAAAAAAAALA/w0FY442RDRI/s320/DSC01878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276334623494856194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says only guys can look good in hoodies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK OUT FOR MOREEE.&lt;br /&gt;CRASHING AT DAN'S PLACE TO WATCH NARNIAA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-8069060697939983419?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/8069060697939983419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=8069060697939983419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/8069060697939983419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/8069060697939983419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-all-time-fav-pic-on-besties-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/STlUxkENCYI/AAAAAAAAALw/6ZfozfO_6wg/s72-c/DSC01624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-7896133163601317164</id><published>2008-12-03T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:38:11.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Skaterdude, please come back.&lt;br /&gt;Im so glad i got cancelled for once.&lt;br /&gt;Played badminton with arvind in the morn,&lt;br /&gt;and then he cancelled lunch and dan cancelled crashing at her place&lt;br /&gt;went home for lunch then went marine parade library&lt;br /&gt;Homedd in 135,and i made a new friend!&lt;br /&gt;this time he is even hotter than my previous day friend!&lt;br /&gt;he was clad in some street clothing, beanie plus a skateboard.&lt;br /&gt;I mean how many indian guys can look that way?&lt;br /&gt;ohh and he is ang moh mix, tell me im luckyy.&lt;br /&gt;sat next to me. unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me where i got my hoodie(was wearing it).&lt;br /&gt;and he asked me what song i was listenin to, and i told him.&lt;br /&gt;and i just talked to him like we were good friends.&lt;br /&gt;that wasnt hard,since im like a social animal.&lt;br /&gt;he sounded like a perfect gentleman. and i love gentlemanly guys.&lt;br /&gt;im into guys who open doors for you, wait for you to get in and all.&lt;br /&gt;cheesy? ahh oh well. thats what guys are supposed to do anywayy.&lt;br /&gt;and the plus factor is that he is taller than me! &lt;br /&gt;he told me that in america, its pretty normal to just talk randomly in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;then he left. he had to go, damm. sounds like a dream eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just wondering, what else would the hols bring me?&lt;br /&gt;I have already made 2 new friends, now all i need is a date.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i wanna wear my kimono dress and start the story of my summer date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-7896133163601317164?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7896133163601317164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=7896133163601317164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7896133163601317164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7896133163601317164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2008/12/skaterdude-please-come-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-7566935668168167322</id><published>2008-12-01T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:06:16.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How Would You Like To Fly?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you ask me, i would love to.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of flying, i havent been watching heroes.&lt;br /&gt;And Cesc Fabregas looks like Sylar, wow, hotness.&lt;br /&gt;Crap, someone please lend me Heroes Season 3.&lt;br /&gt;And i need a place to crash. &lt;br /&gt;Getting a job today was a fruitless attempt.&lt;br /&gt;but I did make a new friend, arvind. &lt;br /&gt;i dont think i want a job, or maybe after the 12th.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, i realise i complain alot.&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing netball, and basketball.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go to a beach, laze and chill out.&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to come along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see us holding hands, walking on the beach with our toes in the sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-7566935668168167322?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7566935668168167322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=7566935668168167322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7566935668168167322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7566935668168167322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-would-you-like-to-fly-well-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-929413609820425929</id><published>2008-11-27T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:21:14.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SS63boA3QMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qEooFzTEzGY/s1600-h/DSC01846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SS63boA3QMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qEooFzTEzGY/s320/DSC01846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273353898922819778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you engrave my name in the sand?&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to kill time. Time is not my friend for now.&lt;br /&gt;Ystd i went out with the rosythians,&lt;br /&gt;and we did nothing but make a fool out of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention, we practically made our legs suffer.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, i went with arch to vivo to shop.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i went to ikea for i dont know what.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that Hay Doe in swedish is goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Then wanted to bowl in changi but it was expensive.&lt;br /&gt;So decided to head to the beach instead.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was perfect and changi beach is seriously quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Built sandcastles with my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Such instances do bring out the childlike quality in us.&lt;br /&gt;Though we are teenagers, i still cant comprehend the fact that we do behave like little kids when we fight.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there was a little tiff today. We just cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;You see, thats just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A treehouse and the secret games that we used to play,&lt;br /&gt;they fade as we grow old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-929413609820425929?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/929413609820425929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=929413609820425929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/929413609820425929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/929413609820425929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2008/11/would-you-engrave-my-name-in-sand-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SS63boA3QMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/qEooFzTEzGY/s72-c/DSC01846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-7722754915877679586</id><published>2008-11-23T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T07:21:39.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SSlvynqgNmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PDTuF8zft5Q/s1600-h/PRO..JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SSlvynqgNmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PDTuF8zft5Q/s320/PRO..JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271867754245273186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senorita, you deserve the crown.&lt;br /&gt;Thats to my sister, who is a super professional photographer.&lt;br /&gt;And to me, who can seriously pose. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Im super bored. Im not even working.&lt;br /&gt;I read the papers, and im seriously shocked.&lt;br /&gt;How can people eat 4 patties in 1 burger?&lt;br /&gt;Thats like pigging out, like crazzyyy. Urghh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, prom was great. It was fun at the end.&lt;br /&gt;We just crazily danced in our gowns to In The Ayer.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and bestie walked around town in our gowns at like 2 am. &lt;br /&gt;I think bestie looked the bestt. So mature for once. Pretty.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss her though, 9 yrs in the same sch.&lt;br /&gt;and then we move on, to different JC's. Thats life.&lt;br /&gt;Dont cry of you read this post, chanaa! still love you.&lt;br /&gt;I think Justin Timberlake is the bomb. Hotness.&lt;br /&gt;And i wanna join some hiphop dance classes just for a mth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman, goodnight. Ladies, good morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-7722754915877679586?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7722754915877679586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=7722754915877679586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7722754915877679586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7722754915877679586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2008/11/senorita-you-deserve-crown.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SSlvynqgNmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PDTuF8zft5Q/s72-c/PRO..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4085850584652010437.post-7232867210512480252</id><published>2008-11-21T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:15:01.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SSe9KQWR7BI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9w4Lgl_dRpA/s1600-h/DSC05094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SSe9KQWR7BI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9w4Lgl_dRpA/s320/DSC05094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271389872745212946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint No Sunshine When She's Gone.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my sweetest drug, my confidante, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;And the house isnt the same without her. &lt;br /&gt;Decided to start a new blog, crush up the old one.&lt;br /&gt;its no use thinking of the past.&lt;br /&gt;No point waiting on sugan either. its just a damm crush.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to exercise so i went running and i swam.&lt;br /&gt;So proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;Prom night was really fun. I miss it now.&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for mondayyy, sis is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;Its sad to see everyone going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;And im stuck in singapore, with nothing to anticipate.&lt;br /&gt;Bro is leaving soon for NS, and there goes my loved one for dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;Im just so close to my siblings, its hard to part with any of them.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss everything about him, all those long talks.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to take a long walk, in the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4085850584652010437-7232867210512480252?l=summer-crushes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/feeds/7232867210512480252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4085850584652010437&amp;postID=7232867210512480252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7232867210512480252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4085850584652010437/posts/default/7232867210512480252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summer-crushes.blogspot.com/2008/11/aint-no-sunshine-when-shes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Praneetha Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00058186016601724156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rttGR00c9qI/SSe9KQWR7BI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9w4Lgl_dRpA/s72-c/DSC05094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
