<?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-4035182729312497817</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:54:22.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Secrets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A Happy Deformed Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03464604200037363384</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035182729312497817.post-7250891832417404024</id><published>2009-10-07T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:13:14.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel funny today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not sick funny but i'm -worried-and-i-think-i'm-losing-it kinda funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Since this afternoon, discussed about it with amirah and the funny feeling came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I dunnoe. Am i insecure? Am i asking for too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Is it my imagination? Am i just contemplating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have pure literature exam tomorrow and i haven't even been studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm gonna find out the topics to study from azurah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I just can't concentrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My heart is squeezing and feels like it's gonna burst and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the pit of my stomach just feels wrong altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel tired being the only one trying and I can't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Luther was awesome, gave advise and was super patient with me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks luther, i owe you.&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm out.&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/4035182729312497817-7250891832417404024?l=the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/7250891832417404024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-funny-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/7250891832417404024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/7250891832417404024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-funny-today.html' title=''/><author><name>A Happy Deformed Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03464604200037363384</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-4035182729312497817.post-8041012718867239879</id><published>2009-10-05T17:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:16:29.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, so much for studying ss at Dian's house.&lt;br /&gt;Currently at dian's house, slacking at her crib(:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD! her's crib's freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Met her mummy, hmmm, had a sudden impulse to call her mummy too,&lt;br /&gt;Ate till my stomach looked as if i was 12 months pregnant&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping but knowing better i have tution at my place at 7:15. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;School was......normal i think.&lt;br /&gt;Azurah was being  an asswipe but i still love her yeahh?&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about stuff and she had this idea creating this name-thingy and&lt;br /&gt;that is how "FAAYTH" was created. it's her fault I can't stop writing it out.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS NADIA ELIZABETH SOH XIN MIN! she's sick in bed and school&lt;br /&gt;was un-awesome without her.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, me and Dian are really bored and thinking about what to do at her crib,currently.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm,waiting for him to be someone to be online is no easy feat.&lt;br /&gt;SS is well ya know, hard to cope with. I wanna sleep at Di's crib and get mesmerized with dreams&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, blogger is so not appealing ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;i should probably try onsugar.&lt;br /&gt;Good idea, Dian((((:&lt;br /&gt;alright, i'm outta here.&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/4035182729312497817-8041012718867239879?l=the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8041012718867239879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-so-much-for-studying-ss-at-dians.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/8041012718867239879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/8041012718867239879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-so-much-for-studying-ss-at-dians.html' title=''/><author><name>A Happy Deformed Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03464604200037363384</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-4035182729312497817.post-5173519509722386220</id><published>2009-10-03T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:35:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when people said my blog looks dead, they aren't kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sorry,hunnies, i didn'thave the time to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, blogger doesn't seem to appeal to me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's such a hassle to maintain but i'll try to maintain it as much as possible,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, as you all know, it's the exam period and the malay students&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feel deprived of their hari raya. yes, i know it sucks but then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who are we to go against the teachers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, trying to mug for SS but then was chatting with DEE and couldn't concentrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I idn't mind though, I missed her a lot since the I3 conference and Holy Innocent's High.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scratch that, I miss the whole group of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss folding hearts with them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though the conference lasted for only a day, we bonded as though we've&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;known each toher for years. I miss them badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately, been doing some serious shit thinking for the seond time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realise I haven't been using my time wisely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I then to miss lots of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss DEE too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were so retarded during the conference but who cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our group was the awesomest and our facs were awesome too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Ivan and Hong Sen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my girls.And lots more people and one person in particular too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean we've all been busy these few months with homework and what-nots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my best guy bud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Matt! Sorry i can't talk to you these few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After exams, I promise yeahh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, spending time souds like a sin that is forbidden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But rightnow,chatting with dee makes me feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We;ll go out soon okay? to brush out on our photography skills -laughs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, I shall try to concentrate on SS andGod forbids anything to distract me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ciao,till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ily.(winks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-A.&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/4035182729312497817-5173519509722386220?l=the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/5173519509722386220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-when-people-said-my-blog-looks-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/5173519509722386220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/5173519509722386220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/10/wow-when-people-said-my-blog-looks-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>A Happy Deformed Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03464604200037363384</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-4035182729312497817.post-4275730902176799584</id><published>2009-07-18T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:10:00.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick! Arghh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4035182729312497817-4275730902176799584?l=the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4275730902176799584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-arghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/4275730902176799584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/4275730902176799584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick-arghh.html' title='Sick! Arghh!'/><author><name>A Happy Deformed Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03464604200037363384</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-4035182729312497817.post-4328811691724285316</id><published>2009-07-08T21:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:37:10.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Smile though your heart is aching."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i406.photobucket.com/albums/pp141/lelababy39817/MJackson.jpg" border="0" alt="michael jackson Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;My Idol. My Role-model.My Inspiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Today left me with a pang of loss and a huge hole in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I watched the Michael Jackson Memorial Special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was really saddening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The world has lost one of its Greats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ever since i was young, I've been listening to his songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He was someone i look up to. I can relate to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He is soft-spoken and shy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But on-stage, it was another person. A person full with confidence and energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He was the first African-American to appear on MTV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He was the one who broke all racial barrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He was also the one who made music wht it is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brooke Sheilds' speech and Paris' short farewell made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I cried for 4 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I just couldn't hold back my tears. By the end of the memorial, My eyes were red-rimmed and from crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Believe it or not, I still cannot believe that he's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He left this world at such a young age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He was a person full of smiles, calm and reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;All these years, he life was full of controversies that were all not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Those people who envied just wanted to ruin his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;However, Michael never complained or fret over these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He just smile even though his heart was aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;He never showed how he really feel as he didn't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;to attract any attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't understand why everyone is fretting about his looks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;IT DOESN'T CONCERN YOU SO JUST SHUDDUP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He suffered a traumatic childhood! His father kept calling him UGLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;His father said "What a big nose you have.You surely didn't get that from my side of the family!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL IF YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD CALLED YOU "UGLY!" AND CRITICIZES YOU EVERYTIME?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Because of these, he felt insecure about his looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He went for nose surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;HE DIDN'T COLOUR HIS SKIN BECAUSE HE WASN'T PROUD TO BE AN AFRICAN-AMERICAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE HAD A SKIN DISORDER CALLED VITILIGO AND WENT FOR A PROCESS CALLED"DEPIGMENTATION" TO EVEN OUT HIS SKIN AFTER SEVERAL EFFORTS TO COVER UP AND EVEN OUT HIS SKIN TONE WITH MAKE-UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;It's not his fault that he had a traumatic childhood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;His dad used to beat him up really badly if he and his brothers got the dance steps all wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;His dad would beat them with anything he could find, belt,cable wires. He would also throw his sons against the wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Michael would be so scared of his dad that even the sight of him would made him regurgitate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Michael's mom would be hysterically shouting to her husband,"Stop it Joseph! You're gonna kill him! You're gonna kill him!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Michael never get to experience a dad's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;He didn't get to say "Daddy" to his father, never sat on his father's lap with the dad, embracing him lovingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;All in all, He couldn't get to experience a father's love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Michael's father told him and his brothers," To you, I'm not Dad or Daddy. I'm Joe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He was a good entertainer,person and father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;True, he did dangle his son from the&lt;/span&gt; balcony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But it wasn't intentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET REAL PEOPLE!THINK RATIONALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY WOULD HE WANT TO THROW HIS OWN SON OFF THE BALCONY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T YOU FIND IT RIDICULOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;He brought up his children with love,care and concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He never ever once laid a finger on his children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He loves and adore children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He even built Neverland Ranch for unfortunate children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michael Jackson was also a kid at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He didn't get to experience a colourful childhood like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He had this kid in him that wants to come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His love for children was undeniable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he also donated a lot of money to charity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was the world's most charitable celebrity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A humanitarian, samaritan and an angel sent from Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He did whatever was in his capabilities to help children all around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to put a smile on their faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;To him, children are the main reason why we have happiness in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please, people, he has already passed on. Let him go in peace. What more do you want for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michael Jackson has touched millions of hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wait, scratch that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michael Jackson has touched &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COUNTLESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;of hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Michael Jackson, you have serenade yourself into our hearts through your songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and your caring heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've always wanted to meet you but I guess it's too late. It's ok. I'll meet you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the Hereafter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There will not be another Michael Jackson in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No one can ever replace Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER,EVER,EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We, your fans are missing you badly,Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Rest in peace, Moonwalker. We love you, Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We always will&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Michael Jackson Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/ekssanchez/Michael%20Jackson/mja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/michael%20jackson" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4035182729312497817-4328811691724285316?l=the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/4328811691724285316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-pictures-images-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/4328811691724285316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/4328811691724285316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-pictures-images-and.html' title='&quot;Smile though your heart is aching.&quot;'/><author><name>A Happy Deformed Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03464604200037363384</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://i682.photobucket.com/albums/vv181/ekssanchez/Michael%20Jackson/th_mja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4035182729312497817.post-1920401872849724184</id><published>2009-07-01T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:00:45.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week has been a very exhausting week for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It resulted in lack of sleep and black eyebags.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, mugging for Pure Literature homework. It's hardddddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Try as I might, my mind sorta blank and it's not co-operating with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But somehow or rather, my girlfriends made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks, you guys. With you guys around, I don't really feel lethargic from the massive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amount of sleep loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I am sleep-deprived and no, it's not insomnia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's all because of the assignments piling up,eh. Sometimes teachers can be quite merciless with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the truckloads of assignmnets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;WORST STILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I slept at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; just to finish my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;history assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the teacher says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Keep it first. I will collect when the whole class hand in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:6;color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;as a whole."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;wtf! Can you imagine my expression?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Imagine how the volcano on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of my head was excreting lava at a high speed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean i sacrificed almost my whole sleeping time to finish this effed-up history assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it turns out that i had more ample time to finish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was really pissed off. But i calmed down after a few hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm suffering from mass exhaustion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week, I wasn't very talkative and chatty as I used to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry, guys. It's just that this week has been really hard on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, there's two people I want to thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amanda and Nadia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HEYY AMANDA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for helping me with the blogskin. I can never get the hang of it. It's fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NADZEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thnaks for being my phone buddy and study date eyy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We should go out to Starbucks or Termianl 3 to study. One of these days, alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm going to continue mugging for my Pure Lit now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao, till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                      &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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/4035182729312497817-1920401872849724184?l=the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/1920401872849724184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/07/tiring-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/1920401872849724184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/1920401872849724184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/07/tiring-week.html' title='Tiring week.'/><author><name>A Happy Deformed Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03464604200037363384</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-4035182729312497817.post-8702717648865426337</id><published>2009-05-27T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:43:59.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Effed-up Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was.... eventful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sore over a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I gotta apologise to all my girlfriends and sweethearts fr putting up with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fatiha, thanks for putting up with me, Unni. I was insuch a bad mood but never once you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;complained about me being whiney. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shereena, thanks for being by my side too when I was down. Thanks for being very quiet and reserved when I needed people to just stop asking me to not be moody. I really owe you one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hashy, thanks dear, for trying to put a smile on my face earlier this morning. I'm really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;greatful for the concern that you showed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nadia, Thanks for being by my side. You're a great friend. Thanks for keeping quiet when the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;others was fretting about me being very sulky and down just now. I really needed one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iqah, Thanks or making me feel better too. You tried to put a smile on my face by asking me to roam around school. You're such a sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sofia, thanks for being just a sweetheart. Thank you for the advises that you gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;earlier on. It made me see both sides of the situation and lighten my spirits &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last of all, I wanna thank Amirah Imran, Arina and Filzah for being very patient with me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry if I gave you all the cold shoulder treatment. It's just that a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of things have been happening right now that i'm on an emotional roller coaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's just that right now, I think that when it's council, I'll feel awkward around you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys are more superior than me. Things change and people change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Biahne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know if things will turn for the better in the future. I'm really sorry. I've talked to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;guys personally and I hope you know how I really feel. People see you as you all are in the limelight. I don't want to be thepatheticore loser waiting by the curtains. It's the end of the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for me. Finish it for me alright? If time permits, I'll wait for you at the finishing line. You guys are big now. People will soon recognise you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things have yet to settle down betweenme and my Mum. I really dunnoe what to do to appease her and she is sprouting all sorts of nonsense and jumping to conclusions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hope that she'll realise what the truth really is like. She saying crap that doesn't even exits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cried myself to sleep yesterday just thinking about all these things. Girls, I'm so sorry things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have to turn out this way. It's out of my control too. Right now, my life is in a whole mess and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just can't seem to fit the pieces together. You guys probably don't know what I'm really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;going through. Right now, let me be down for the moment. It's my only source of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;solace that I have left. You guys see me being happy and everything but if you really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;want to know. It's all just a mask to hide how I really feel. Sometimes, some things are just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meant to be kept low-key and secret. When I've put myself and my life back together, I'll tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you okay. Right now, things are just too complicated for me to confide in you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let nature take it's course and let God do His job. Insyallah, I'll return to my normal self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                      -A.&lt;/strong&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/4035182729312497817-8702717648865426337?l=the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/feeds/8702717648865426337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/05/effed-up-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/8702717648865426337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4035182729312497817/posts/default/8702717648865426337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-harsh-secrets-of-reality.blogspot.com/2009/05/effed-up-day.html' title='Effed-up Day'/><author><name>A Happy Deformed Child</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03464604200037363384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
