<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5625088491283868817</id><updated>2024-11-06T11:00:49.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Bits of Moments in My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Loving the moment.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-6729251348577781461</id><published>2013-03-20T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-05T01:33:32.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:) </title><content type='html'>i guess i could say i&#39;m stopping everything from now. :) social networking. may be just leave FB around? haha.. i&#39;m tired. i&#39;m depressed. i&#39;m worried about my future. i&#39;m worried about everything.&lt;br /&gt;
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for now.. Good bye bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;
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i will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;啾咪。&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/6729251348577781461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2013/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/6729251348577781461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/6729251348577781461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2013/03/blog-post.html' title=':) '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-8366378656832452862</id><published>2013-01-11T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-05T01:35:48.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;oh my god...............&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
seriously...&lt;br /&gt;
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anyways... besides the minor outbreak... pierced my ears.. like left 1 and right 2. :D&lt;br /&gt;
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wee..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/8366378656832452862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2013/01/oo_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/8366378656832452862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/8366378656832452862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2013/01/oo_11.html' title='O_O&quot;'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-6884475996534620343</id><published>2013-01-01T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-05T01:35:35.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2013. </title><content type='html'>Year 2013. I&#39;m only hoping for the best of everything no matter what happens in this year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hoping to get my degree and then fai fai go work in new environment! :) Cheers guys.&lt;br /&gt;
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Resolution :&lt;br /&gt;
1. Get fitter and obviously better looking body and face!&lt;br /&gt;
2. Get my degree!&lt;br /&gt;
3. Better job. (which will happen at 2015? i think. XD )&lt;br /&gt;
4. Meet more gay people. (I say it like it&#39;s so rare to meet them... but there are times when shits happen.. You lost confidence in it. )&lt;br /&gt;
5. Be fabulous~ XD&lt;br /&gt;
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:P anyway... it&#39;s just for the fun sake. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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i&#39;m only hoping for one thing and one thing only... Be safe all year round. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/6884475996534620343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2013/01/2013.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/6884475996534620343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/6884475996534620343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2013/01/2013.html' title='2013. '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-7921801320139732290</id><published>2012-06-11T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-11T17:01:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiddy</title><content type='html'>voila~ Part 2 of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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so... this part of me... being kiddy. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;
haha.. i guess this is a special thing about me. everyone thinks that i&#39;m kiddy. well.. i&#39;m practically kiddy in every single way. just not appearance. o.o&quot; lol. my actions would be very kiddy and people don&#39;t take me seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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i felt being kiddy is being who i am.. ;) haha.. i still love to do what kids love. eat what they like.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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forever young eh??&lt;br /&gt;
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he always says that i&#39;m so kiddy that he have to take care of me all the time... every single little thing.. soo it has came to a habit where i pretty much tells him where im going and who im going out with... every time. lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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oh well... :) i love me and i love being kiddy. ^^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/7921801320139732290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/06/kiddy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/7921801320139732290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/7921801320139732290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/06/kiddy.html' title='Kiddy'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-2806577127942555184</id><published>2012-06-09T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-09T23:19:16.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So... this is me..</title><content type='html'>Well.. the title says it all.. :) i mean.. not really all but.. haha.. it&#39;s more like a post about myself..&lt;br /&gt;
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i over think stuffs. whenever people tell me things... normally people would have only thought of only B but as for me, i would have gone to C or D or even Z as a matter of fact. i guess it&#39;s just in my nature to do that. ha! it wasn&#39;t intentionally that i must do that but i guess i been doing that since like forever? lol.&lt;br /&gt;
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it gets worst if it&#39;s the person i like. and that&#39;s how the previous post comes in. he said something, i over think until a gazillion steps. maybe not a gazillion but you know what i mean. :) this causes me to be extremely fussy and very not trusting of the person although my heart is like so extremely love him. i don&#39;t get what my mind is trying to do to me. everytime it&#39;s like that. i need to change this side of me. @@&quot; :(&lt;br /&gt;
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it&#39;s causing me to have depression.. T.T caring less what he is doing is not a way.. caring more is even worst. caring mutually doesn&#39;t work at all because i would eventually go more than that. hmmm... so how?? i wished there&#39;s something like a potion or whatever stuff that can make me care according to the situation. :( -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;
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part 1 of me. :P there won&#39;t be many parts. :) haha..</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/2806577127942555184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/06/so-this-is-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/2806577127942555184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/2806577127942555184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/06/so-this-is-me.html' title='So... this is me..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-1234046811856073689</id><published>2012-06-08T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-08T11:04:46.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood</title><content type='html'>How funny a little thing that a person did can totally change a person&#39;s mood. I experienced that last night. I&#39;m totally out of mood. People kept saying it&#39;s not worth for me anymore. It&#39;s not worth. I would have know myself better than other people but I&#39;m letting this thing beating me up like a rag doll to a baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t wanna think about it anymore. I&#39;m just too kiddy for this matter. haha.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/1234046811856073689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/06/mood.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/1234046811856073689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/1234046811856073689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/06/mood.html' title='Mood'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-7859503997333371394</id><published>2012-06-05T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-06-05T09:47:05.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused.</title><content type='html'>hmm.. i put everything on the table now... my feelings.. what i felt... what i thought... but.... it just seems so.... confused...&lt;br /&gt;
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may be there&#39;s something better waiting for me... but i know there aren&#39;t anymore... my mind is only him... i would just wait and wait and wait... haiz...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/7859503997333371394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/06/confused.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/7859503997333371394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/7859503997333371394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/06/confused.html' title='confused.'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-3813818473993434143</id><published>2012-05-30T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T22:34:39.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Troubled</title><content type='html'>hmmm.... i really don&#39;t get a single thing that what my parents are up to... they can be good and they can be bad.. are they trying to use materials to push me down so that i can listen to them and get marry to a girl?????&lt;br /&gt;
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i do not want to think of them that way... not in every possible way that i would think of them as a bad parents... they have taught me well.. especially my mom. even with her extremely strict rules and every single thing that she put me through. i&#39;m blessed to have them. if not.. i wouldn&#39;t be here at all.. the other time me and mom we were like talking. i mean it&#39;s more like i confronted her what&#39;s actually bothering her with me being gay. i mean i felt there&#39;s nothing wrong with it. i really wished that she could understand every single thing that im going through. she was so afraid that relatives would start talking and she don&#39;t know where to put her face at.&lt;br /&gt;
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it just seems so far away that she could accept the things that i wanted to tell her. -sigh- but i dunno.. during the conversation.. things that she told me.. i felt... hurt... because i felt that the acceptance from her is not there...&lt;br /&gt;
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Me : You really want me to marry a girl and forever not be happy with myself? (on the verge of tearing)&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom : then you being with him can make u happy?&lt;br /&gt;
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Me : at least i felt like myself. (running to my room crying )&lt;br /&gt;
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during these moments.. i felt.. crushed... i don&#39;t know what to do but cry. i was gonna go to my high school with my classmate that time. so i was packing my stuff to go my classmate&#39;s house (he&#39;s fetching me to school) then mom came in and told me not to go out like that. i listened to her and cool myself down... and slowly go out with my iPod and earphones plugged into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;
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during work time.. i sent her an apology text. she sent me back that one of my aunt critic her because of what my brother told my aunt last time. i sent her back that the aunt is not my mom. she is. she raised me and there&#39;s nothing more i care about is only her and dad&#39;s think of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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there&#39;s nothing more i care. honestly speaking, right now i&#39;m dealing it with fear that one day they would kick me out of the house and not care about me anymore. honestly that is what i&#39;m freaking afraid of. but.. i don&#39;t know... things can change with a snap of a finger and i will have no home to stay or living in a world with nothing for me to spare.&lt;br /&gt;
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this sure look like a drama series don&#39;t you think? haha. oh well.. i wish that every single thing i wouldn&#39;t change at all right now. it just seem destiny has it&#39;s way of saying i&#39;m ready to step further but i don&#39;t felt like that so.&lt;br /&gt;
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i wonder.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/3813818473993434143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/troubled.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/3813818473993434143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/3813818473993434143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/troubled.html' title='Troubled'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-226147464402119400</id><published>2012-05-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-27T22:07:48.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>&#39;Cause you&#39;re hot then you&#39;re cold~&lt;br /&gt;
you&#39;re yes then you&#39;re no~&lt;br /&gt;
you&#39;re in then you&#39;re out~&lt;br /&gt;
you&#39;re up then you&#39;re down~&lt;br /&gt;
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this is what i&#39;m feeling about him.. haha.. well... not all the things spoken or heard is believable..&lt;br /&gt;
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i&#39;m following the flow.. or better said... i&#39;m running away from the truth... don&#39;t wanna know the actual truth... what to do? :)&lt;br /&gt;
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i&#39;m not being emotional... i&#39;m being honest to myself... i wanna be with him... yet every single thing, the action, the spoken words... has made me confused.....&lt;br /&gt;
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i&#39;m confused.... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;
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we&#39;ll see how it goes.. haha... i&#39;m fine anyway... :)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/226147464402119400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post_27.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/226147464402119400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/226147464402119400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post_27.html' title=':|'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-7835623188812930523</id><published>2012-05-21T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-21T13:18:21.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have never expected this to happen at all.. all these parents finding out and meeting him.. i guess sometimes it&#39;s fated to be like this.. sometimes it&#39;s not.. am i being too insensitive by asking too much even though he&#39;s not mine? or is it just plain bullshit to say that what i&#39;m feeling right now is totally irrelevant.. i want to feel that i&#39;m right about what i&#39;m feeling..&lt;br /&gt;
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too much drama... gotta clear it out...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/7835623188812930523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-have-never-expected-this-to-happen-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/7835623188812930523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/7835623188812930523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-have-never-expected-this-to-happen-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-5578279466035482585</id><published>2012-05-17T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-17T22:53:34.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychologically....</title><content type='html'>hmmm... that sounds..... awesome right? :P&lt;br /&gt;
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i actually went to see a psychologist today. which my dad wanted it. so i went.&lt;br /&gt;
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i went in... She asked me to sit down at a sofa... and started to ask questions...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. XXXX :&quot; So... Dr.XXXXX suggested that you come and see me.. Any particular reason? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me : &quot; err... well... i&#39;m sexually attracted to guys... so... yeah... that&#39;s what today is all about. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Dr. :&quot; oookaayy... so you&#39;re accepting it or no? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me : &quot; i fully accepted it and understand the situation and everything. it&#39;s my parents.. mostly my dad wants me to come see you. hopefully that u can turn me straight.. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Dr : &quot; you do know that is impossible right?? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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so both of us continue blabbing about every single thing in my life...&lt;br /&gt;
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thus... comes to a conclusion...&lt;br /&gt;
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that she said... it&#39;s best that i be independent... then my parents won&#39;t be poking into my life...&lt;br /&gt;
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funny thing she said :&quot; so ur dad expect me to have a magic wand to turn u straight again? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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apparently i told her that i felt like ending my life so that i won&#39;t have to face any of this problems anymore. im tired of all the dramas going on. but somehow... the things she said... totally opened up my mind... and she&#39;s freaking nice! LOL! and friendly...&lt;br /&gt;
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well... after that... i went out... find my dad... asked whether he wanna go pay or he wanna go see the psychologist.. he chose to see her. ok..&lt;br /&gt;
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he went in. talked to her... partially got bombed halfway... talk talk talk... finally got bombed by her.&lt;br /&gt;
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dad said :&quot; you haven&#39;t even explore women yet... you don&#39;t even know what wonders women&#39;s body can do. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr . : &quot; so ur saying that he should keep his options open? &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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dad :&quot; yeah. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dr. : &quot; (looking at me while raising an eye brow) hear what ur dad say? keep your options open &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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LOL! that was extremely funny. after that... he was bombed once, twice and thrice.. :| lol. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;
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felt sorry for him... coz she was kind of explain the whole situation to him... but he&#39;s not taking it in. @@&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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after that... we left... before i leave the room.. i looked at her... she gave me another raised eye brow. haha... so funny... and i waved good bye.. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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well... pretty much i was quite..... relieve... like right now... i&#39;m free of thoughts... not a single one... :) and i&#39;m happy... the only thing that is on my mind now... is him... :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/5578279466035482585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/psychologically.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/5578279466035482585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/5578279466035482585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/psychologically.html' title='Psychologically....'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-8493258117990758085</id><published>2012-05-14T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-14T22:57:20.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>awesome day at work. haha.. been floating around the place here and there... not sure what happen... i guess i&#39;m just pretty happy for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;
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thursday is therapy day. -__-&quot; therapy sound so awesome right now. i wished for everything to be ok. smooth as a baby&#39;s buttock. haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;
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we&#39;ll see then... :)&lt;br /&gt;
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kiss kiss~~ ^^</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/feeds/8493258117990758085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/8493258117990758085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5625088491283868817/posts/default/8493258117990758085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://babyarieslove.blogspot.com/2012/05/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09664026000110988354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5625088491283868817.post-8942007149445816902</id><published>2012-05-10T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-05-10T14:02:14.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XD</title><content type='html'>AWEZOME! it&#39;s awezome!! ahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;
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soo... apparently.... being gay has nothing to do with HORMONE! how &#39;bout that??? like duh?? the funniest thing is that the whole conversation with the doctor and my dad being behind me. blerk! take that..&lt;br /&gt;
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so~~~ starting from the registration counter.~~~&lt;br /&gt;
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Lady : Hi. Good morning. Which department would you like to see? (something like that)&lt;br /&gt;
Dad : Yes. I wanna find a physician to check on... err.... (look at me) what is it ar??? errrr.... blood? no.. not that...&lt;br /&gt;
Me : Hormone (roll eyes)&lt;br /&gt;
Dad : yes. hormone check. that&#39;s it.&lt;br /&gt;
Lady : oh. ok. (introduce doctor&#39;s name. blah blah blah... )&lt;br /&gt;
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then comes to the time to weigh in and check bp.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nurse : so what do you wanna check for today?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : just medical check up. nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;
(few minutes later after checking weight and bp.)&lt;br /&gt;
Nurse : can you be specific on the medical check up? like what type?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : my parents wants me to get a hormone check. (annoyed voice)&lt;br /&gt;
Nurse : oh. ok. well.. just take a seat outside. when it&#39;s ur turn, we&#39;ll call ur name.&lt;br /&gt;
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the whole time waiting just to see him was like almost 3 hours. =.=&quot; he has to rush to make rounds... little over 1pm reached my turn. :| go inside...&lt;br /&gt;
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Dad : Good Afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : same to you. So, what makes you decide to take a hormone check?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : It&#39;s not me. Ask him. ( pointing to dad )&lt;br /&gt;Dad : well, you see doc. He seems to be attracted to gay groups.&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : Oh. Actually that has nothing to do with hormone. (continue blabbing about it). (looking at me) So, are you ashamed of it?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : no. (partial annoyed)&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : So when did u start realizing it?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : well~~ i realized it around at the end of primary school~~ at high school i&#39;m having mixed feelings about it~~ then after high school... i&#39;m pretty sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : So it means ur accepting it?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : yeah. why not?&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : is any of ur friends and family not accepting it?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : few of my friends knew.&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : so it&#39;s just ur parents.. father not accepting it?&lt;br /&gt;
Me : yeah.&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : hmm... ok.. well.. how old are you now??? age 21?? age 21 is actually at the confusing stage. i been through that stage.. So it&#39;s ok.&lt;br /&gt;
Me : (look at doc. almost raise an eyebrow)&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : well, don&#39;t worry.. if you want, you can seek a counsellor/psychologist&amp;nbsp;..&lt;br /&gt;
Dad : (straight cut in) oh. good. who would you recommend?&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : we have this particular psychologist whom is very nice. (blah blah blah) could set an appointment with her for you&lt;br /&gt;
Dad : ok. please help us set the appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
Me : (roll eyes)&lt;br /&gt;
Doc : (ask other things about me, checking my fingers and bones, halfway say that fingers very long.. which there&#39;s a condition for it.. can go check)&lt;br /&gt;
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so pretty much my wednesday event.. pretty boring~~ haha... by anyone standard... it wouldn&#39;t be boring at all...&lt;br /&gt;
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speaking of which, dad was so enthusiastic about the psychologist next week.. i told him it&#39;s ok. i can go myself. he said.. nono... we need to tell the doctor about the introduction. =.=&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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WHAT FUCKING INTRODUCTION IS NEEDED?!&lt;br /&gt;
Hi doctor, im gay. my dad wants to seek your advice on how to turn me back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;
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blahh!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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whatever... i&#39;m waiting for thursday to come.. next week! =.=&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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