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		<title>realvoices: Day 1: Youth and Me</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[What’s the best thing about being youth today? Do you think the future is bright, for your generation or do you think the future is something to worry about?
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">What’s the best thing about being youth today? Do you think the future is bright, for your generation or do you think the future is something </span><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">to worry about?</span></div>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">One of the best thing about being a youth today is the <span style="color: #6600cc;">amount of knowledge available at the tip of my fingers</span>! Using Google alone gives me the </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">opportunity to look for all kinds of information including school project references, major exam tips (UPSR, PMR, SPM), world news and the </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">latest trends.</span></p>
<p>The second best thing would be all the energy I have to live life to the max! I can go bungee jumping and play paintball for the whole <span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">day and still have enough energy to do some shopping at night. Being a youth, I can accomplish 60% of my wish list.</span></p>
<p>In terms of <span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">education, we are so blessed with all sorts of courses and colleges! (Not to mention the scholarships and workshops!) <img src='http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I cannot predict the future and do not really want to think about what the world future would be like. Things happen. One minute the world </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">seems right, the second minute, the world might be upside down. To worry about the future would just bring frowns, stress and more </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">wrinkle lines to my face. We will know the future when it comes, then if things are going bad, I&#8217;ll start worry.</span></p>
<p>But I&#8217;m worried about my <span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">beloved planet. I do not want 2012 (the movie) to happen. Mankind will  just perish. Inspired by movies like Lord of The Rings, Avatar, Robin </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Hood and all the other fantasy movies, I really don&#8217;t mind living in a world filled with greenery along with the already-there buildings of </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">course. What I mean is that since we cannot shift or just bring down the buildings in the world, why not plant more trees and beautiful </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">bushes and flowers around us? Why not plant something on every tiny inch of the world? Look at the roads now, there are always empty </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">soil here and there, just waiting to giveaway its nutrients. So why not plant something there and make the world look more beautiful? (:</span></p>
<p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P4eKeKpOI/AAAAAAAAMmk/WH7NJZBsQjw/s1600/P1160101.JPG" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472991169275929826" style="cursor: pointer; height: 302px; width: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P4eKeKpOI/AAAAAAAAMmk/WH7NJZBsQjw/s400/P1160101.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
Plant a row of these, everything will look so much prettier. (:</p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Do you think “youth” (people like you) are rebellious in nature? Do you think youth today rebel like they used to before? Explain. Do you/have </span><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">you rebelled against anything or anyone in the past? Explain.</span></div>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I don&#8217;t know about whether most youth are rebellious or not but I can say I am a little rebellious and so are a few of my friends. But I feel that </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">in Asian culture, the youth still respect their elders and they wouldn&#8217;t rebel unless provoked countless of times. The youth in the past </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">generations are very seldom rebellious compared to youth today. I may be rebellious but I have not rebelled greatly before. I would always </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">try to find another way to solve the problems and rebelling will always be my last resort.</span></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Do you think youth today have an easier or harder life than our parents’ generation? Please explain your answer. </span></div>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">Harder</span>. Why? All the pressure youth get.. *shakes head* Well, during my parents&#8217; generation, they could play outside without worrying that </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">there&#8217;s a kidnapper nearby. Youth today have to worry about a lot of things. We have to be extra careful of the sex maniacs, gangsters, </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">kidnappers, serial killers and the list goes on.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Besides, youth are getting more pressured by people around us. My mum wouldn&#8217;t allow me to go to parties for a very long time. The worst </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">part, when she comes to pick me up, automatically, I would receive a scolding/lecture about being at the party, what could have happened, </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">and I shouldn&#8217;t make her wait so long etc. It makes me lose the party feeling. Although I know she means well, and I know the crime rate is </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">getting higher by the day, I just feel deprived. Parties and hanging out with friends are the only times I can enlarge my social circle. After getting the same </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">lecture a few times, I just stop going to parties. No matter how much I long to go to a party, I would simply not go. Very upsetting. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Conclusion &#8211; Youth today are getting more depressed, deprived and stressed.</span></p>
<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P12tOK8yI/AAAAAAAAMmE/byqad6t9G7k/s1600/3810688415_bc0b2892b1.jpg" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472988292386059042" style="cursor: pointer; height: 270px; width: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P12tOK8yI/AAAAAAAAMmE/byqad6t9G7k/s400/3810688415_bc0b2892b1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
One of the few parties I went to. (:<br />
(August 2009)</p>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My parents&#8217; generation had less problems to deal with back then as they were not as exposed to the world as the youth today. So they have less </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">stress than us. They lived their youth life without the word &#8216;worried&#8217; written all over their faces. Youth today may have almost everything they </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">need, but being able to choose from so many choices, the pressure and stress comes uninvited. Why? Cause one may like a few out of all </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the choices. But if one is only allowed to choose one.. Having to decide and having a deadline to it brings stress.</span></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">What is your biggest fear in the world…other than death?</span></div>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span style="color: #6600cc;">The dark</span>. I&#8217;m always afraid of the dark. Afraid of what lurks under my bed and in the shadows. But as long I&#8217;m under my blanket, I&#8217;m fine. (:</span></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">What makes you happy?</span></div>
<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PDoBNY9lI/AAAAAAAAMkk/QXlpclYN95o/s1600/P1110242.JPG" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472933064472065618" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PDoBNY9lI/AAAAAAAAMkk/QXlpclYN95o/s400/P1110242.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Family</span><br />
We are great in making jokes. (:<br />
From left: Mum, Brother, Sister and I</p>
<p><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PB_hWuD1I/AAAAAAAAMkE/5TTlEvJW_DU/s1600/P1160083+-+Copy.JPG" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472931269214867282" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PB_hWuD1I/AAAAAAAAMkE/5TTlEvJW_DU/s400/P1160083+-+Copy.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">Photography</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My passion. (:</span></p>
<p><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PCASaNawI/AAAAAAAAMkU/Ge7mB8aKzjs/s1600/P1140138.JPG" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472931282382842626" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PCASaNawI/AAAAAAAAMkU/Ge7mB8aKzjs/s400/P1140138.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;">Food</span><br />
I live to eat all the good food. Not vice versa. <img src='http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PDojYu4DI/AAAAAAAAMk0/vdk8eq0Ci3E/s1600/BC026%7EThe-Last-Dance-Posters.jpg" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472933073646444594" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PDojYu4DI/AAAAAAAAMk0/vdk8eq0Ci3E/s400/BC026%7EThe-Last-Dance-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Dancing</span><br />
<span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It makes me feel so alive and high.</span><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PD-T2rhWI/AAAAAAAAMk8/d15gncQxZWQ/s1600/Guitar_by_sha2001.jpg" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472933447434208610" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PD-T2rhWI/AAAAAAAAMk8/d15gncQxZWQ/s400/Guitar_by_sha2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Music</span><br />
<span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I love sentimental music! It touches my heart so much and singing along to the song just makes me smile. <img src='http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' /> </span></p>
<p><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PCAxjZlLI/AAAAAAAAMkc/-IfzwY95vcI/s1600/cindylew.jpg" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472931290742887602" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_PCAxjZlLI/AAAAAAAAMkc/-IfzwY95vcI/s400/cindylew.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="color: #6600cc; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Photoshop</span><br />
<span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It does wonders that gives me so much satisfaction! So happy to be able to do these kind of stuff..</span></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">What has been the most difficult hurdle you have overcome so far in your life? What did this experience teach you?</span></div>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Being hated by my class (for 3 consecutive years). That was when I was in primary school. I was the average looking girl who fought with </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">her best friends. As time went by, none of us even remembered the argument. But then I was getting bullied by almost everyone in class and I </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">didn&#8217;t know why. Luckily for me, there were a few that didn&#8217;t follow the crowd to hate me. They realized the rumours about me were fake. </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Thank god for that, or I would have died of loneliness. Anyway, this didn&#8217;t really teach me much, but 2 years later, I found out the real </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">culprit who started spreading rumours about me was my best friend. I was stunned. That really hit me to the core. I was so naive and blur </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">back then. I&#8217;ve learnt to be more alert and updated about on going rumours and events now (just in case). Not that I enjoy hearing rumours, </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">but I learnt that if I do keep myself updated with rumours, I wouldn&#8217;t say the wrong things to people that might hurt them. I just have to keep </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">in mind that I shouldn&#8217;t spread the rumour. </span></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Which has more importance today in your life &#8211; family or friends? Why? In your experience, did you ever have to make a choice between </span><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">your friends and family? If ‘yes’ please explain your answer and why did you do so? </span></div>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Family. I find that there aren&#8217;t many &#8216;true friends&#8217; anymore.. Many seem to just come and go. I have close friends, but no best friends now. </span></p>
<p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P3aSh94OI/AAAAAAAAMmM/SmeKKUoWAmY/s1600/P1100347.JPG" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472990003208249570" style="cursor: pointer; height: 301px; width: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P3aSh94OI/AAAAAAAAMmM/SmeKKUoWAmY/s400/P1100347.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
Me, my mum and my aunt @ Chiang Mai, Thailand</p>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">As for family, well, blood is thicker than water. What else is more to say? (: Many times I had to make a choice between friends and family. </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Mum would always say, &#8216;you wanna play with your friends so much, go live with them then!&#8217; Of course, she was joking.. But I took it </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">seriously. I don&#8217;t want to live with my friends.. God knows what they might do with me. </span></p>
<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P1r8Ja_6I/AAAAAAAAMl0/goCskh9Uq7Y/s1600/P1110362.JPG" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472988107414110114" style="cursor: pointer; height: 300px; width: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P1r8Ja_6I/AAAAAAAAMl0/goCskh9Uq7Y/s400/P1110362.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
Friends and I at school. I&#8217;m the 2nd from the right. B)</p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Tell us more about yourself!</span></div>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Umm. I&#8217;m a <span style="color: #6600cc;">food lover</span>. <img src='http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':D' class='wp-smiley' />  Since I was a kid, I always tagged along with my mum to  food reviews. Not all the time, but sufficient </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">times to teach me to appreciate good food. I had my first taste of champagne when I was 9! (Note: Tasted, not drink) How many kids get to try that? I was so </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">lucky. (:</span></p>
<p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P0_ofzXUI/AAAAAAAAMlk/uSgP-fddZ6U/s1600/P1110293.JPG" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472987346225028418" style="cursor: pointer; height: 400px; width: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_P0_ofzXUI/AAAAAAAAMlk/uSgP-fddZ6U/s400/P1110293.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />
About 2 years ago, my mum stopped using her office photographers and used me instead. She found out it was much easier to </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">have me taking pictures of the restaurant and food. I&#8217;ve tried so many restaurants in KL and Selangor. Some are really good! Like <a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/2010/02/fine-dine-high-tide-menara-taipan/">High </a></span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/2010/02/fine-dine-high-tide-menara-taipan/">Tide</a>, <a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/2010/02/sage-restaurant-wine-bar-the-gardens-2/">Sage</a>, <a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/2010/04/samsaraa-sri-hartamas/">Samsaraa</a>, <a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/2010/01/more-than-beer-craft-brews/">Craft Brews</a>, <a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/2010/01/fill-your-tummy-yummy-duck/">Yummy Duck</a> and <a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/2010/04/sanook-kelana-jaya/">Sanook</a>. I&#8217;ve tried so many kinds of dishes from all over </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">the world! Best part is that I get to try yummy food while improving on my photography skills AND a new thing to post up on my blog! Killing 3 birds </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">with one stone. Ain&#8217;t that great?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Another thing about me is that I write for <span style="color: #6600cc;">Niexter</span>. Niexter is a weekly pullout (Thursdays) in the News Straits Times. There are 8 pages of articles. All </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">written by youths for youths. It only started January 2009.</span></p>
<p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_POroxwcdI/AAAAAAAAMlU/WpFP6PkEAfw/s1600/IMG_8786.JPG" rel="lightbox[3930]" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472945221261095378" style="cursor: pointer; height: 267px; width: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ff4CmlaPQ1Q/S_POroxwcdI/AAAAAAAAMlU/WpFP6PkEAfw/s400/IMG_8786.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
Me and Jules at the Streets Fair 2009<br />
<span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br />
Through Niexter, I have interviewed people who I wouldn&#8217;t otherwise have the opportunity to meet in my life on my own. Like </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Mr Daud Vicary Abdullah from Deloitte. A German boy and I interviewed him about Islamic Banking. I interviewed Jules and Prem from the Fly FM </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Rush Hour as well! I also got a chance to meet up with the Indian Ambassador&#8217;s wife to talk about Deepavali and 3 Malaysian Philharmonic </span><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Youth Organisation (MPYO) members.</span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><a href="http://innit.nuffnang.com/view.php?id=221076">Nang it!</a><br />
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		<title>Your Love is My Drug. Chapter 3</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Breathing hard, she ran. All she wanted to do was to stop time and rethink the whole incident. She ran out of her house towards the big park nearby. When she reached the park, she slowed down and walked towards a huge palm tree. She lied on the freshly cut grass and closed her eyes.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Breathing hard, she ran. All she wanted to do was to stop time and rethink the whole incident. She ran out of her house towards the big park nearby. When she reached the park, she slowed down and walked towards a huge palm tree. She lied on the freshly cut grass and closed her eyes.</p>
<p>She needed to think. She decided to rethink of all her priorities. She wants him and her friends. God didn&#8217;t seem to let her have both. Should she trust her new found love? She finds that he cares more than her friends do. I mean, who cares if she&#8217;s in trouble? He does. Her friends has too many other things to worry about.. Okay, one point for boyfriend.Who sees her more often? Oh my, he does. Almost everyday! She gets all the attention she wants. But her friends.. There isn&#8217;t just A friend. She has so many friends in school, yet none of them would pay full attention to her.. Another point for boyfriend. But friends know her longer than he does. They know her better. One point for friends. But she could do a lot more with him than her friends. She could learn to do ballroom dancing with him! One point for boyfriend.</p>
<p>She wanted to scream. How could she be so thoughtless! She shouldn&#8217;t have pushed him away.. He was too precious yet she almost broke his fragile heart. Her face felt hot and she started to cry. She missed him so badly, she felt cold without him. Especially on her birthday, she felt like committing suicide. Finally, she gathered her courage to call him.</p>
<p>&#8216;Hel.. Hello?&#8217;<br />
&#8216;Yeah..?&#8217;he said, in a monotonous voice.<br />
Baby, um.. Listen.. I&#8217;m sorry.&#8217;<br />
&#8216;Mmm..&#8217;<br />
&#8216;I&#8217;m really sorry, I shouldn&#8217;t have hurt your feelings.. Can I make it up to you?&#8217;<br />
&#8216;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.. How?&#8217;<br />
&#8216;I&#8217;ll buy you ice cream. We&#8217;ll talk about it. Let&#8217;s make things right. I miss you..&#8217;<a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/couple-kissing-behind-ice-cream-cones.jpg" rel="lightbox[2876]"><img class="size-full wp-image-2880 alignright" title="bxp243433" src="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/couple-kissing-behind-ice-cream-cones.jpg" alt="bxp243433" width="350" height="233" /></a><br />
&#8216;Fine.&#8217;<br />
&#8216;Baskin Robbins in half an hour?&#8217;<br />
&#8216;Okay, babe. See you there.&#8217;</p>
<p>WOOT!She succeeded her first step. Now for her second step, to make it up to him. 20 minutes later, she arrived at Baskin Robbins to see him sitting there waiting. She quickly bought 2 scoops of mint ice cream and sat next to him on the comfy couch, offering him some mint ice cream. He was dressed in a black sweater with bermuda pants, just chilling. Just seeing his gorgeous face, she felt happier.</p>
<p>&#8216;Sweetheart, I&#8217;m sorry. I know I should be more matured. I can&#8217;t believed I treated you like that.&#8217;<br />
&#8216;So are your friends more important than me?&#8217;<br />
&#8216;No. You are. I love you.&#8217;<br />
&#8216;I love you too. Promise there won&#8217;t be a next time?&#8217;<br />
&#8216;Promise.&#8217;<br />
&#8216;Me and you against the world, baby. Remember that.&#8217;</p>
<p>She did it, she made things right again. They both smiled at each other and went all corny. They hugged and kissed and finished their favourite ice cream together. They had such a lovely time. Before they went their separate ways, he pulled her against the wall and gave her the most passionate kiss. She never felt so energetic and loved before. They were iseparable. Nobody could break the bond between them. Nobody.</p>
<p><a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/wedding-picture-photo-takemetothelight-sharaff.jpg" rel="lightbox[2876]"><img class="size-medium wp-image-2879 alignleft" title="wedding-picture-photo-takemetothelight-sharaff" src="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/wedding-picture-photo-takemetothelight-sharaff-585x344.jpg" alt="wedding-picture-photo-takemetothelight-sharaff" width="585" height="344" /></a>Year end came, and they were to go for his prom. Dressed in a while chiffon tube dress, she looked sweet. He, on the other hand, wore a double breasted suit with shades. Shades. Who wears shades to an indoor event? He was indeed weird. But she cared more about how handsome he looked. She was already imagining herself walking down the aisle and marrying the most beautiful man in the world. He was perfect. Back to reality, the prom was a blast for them. They had lovely dinner and danced together. They didn&#8217;t bother socializing and just enjoyed the company of each other. They were the ultimate lovebirds in prom.</p>
<p>But it wasn&#8217;t a real happy ending for them both. He was about to go on a long holiday with his family straight after prom. They were fine by it at first. They promised to keep in contact and kept sending emails to update each other.  By day 3, they couldn&#8217;t take it.</p>
<p>He missed her too much. She missed him too much. They end up fighting. They fought worse than a cat and dog. He was too afraid that she&#8217;d cheat on him. As she was so afraid he&#8217;d forget her after he comes home. The fight they had was never ending. It wasn&#8217;t that they don&#8217;t trust each other, they were constantly worried about each other. She wants to see him so badly. Worse of all, she was still working at a clothes store and was being harrassed by her co worker. She was so stressed out, she needed him so badly. She couldn&#8217;t stop wondering what he thinks when he&#8217;s on his &#8216;lovely&#8217; holiday.</p>
<p>Day 7 came, she was hoping they would stop fighting and look forward to see him. 3 more days, and he&#8217;s home. Day by day, she continued to work hard at the clothes shop. She made so much sales, even customers ask for her during her off days. Of course it didn&#8217;t mean she doesn&#8217;t care about her beloved boyfriend. She was confident that he loves her and would still be by her side. She couldn&#8217;t wait for New Year&#8217;s Eve. Her first date at night, with him alone.</p>
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		<title>Your Love is My Drug. Chapter 2</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[On his birthday, they were over at her house, snuggling and watching movie after movie. Then he asked. He asked THE question..
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Halfway through a movie, he pressed the pause button and went closer to her.
&#8216;Oh no.. Sex? Please don&#8217;t let it be sex.. Don&#8217;t ask me for sex..&#8217;, she closed her eyes tight and prayed [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On his birthday, they were over at her house, snuggling and watching movie after movie. Then he asked. He asked THE question..</p>
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<p>Halfway through a movie, he pressed the pause button and went closer to her.</p>
<p>&#8216;Oh no.. Sex? Please don&#8217;t let it be sex.. Don&#8217;t ask me for sex..&#8217;, she closed her eyes tight and prayed under her breath.</p>
<p>&#8216;Baby, all i need in this world is you&#8217;, he whispered with his British accent.<a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/z209850321.png" rel="lightbox[2857]"><img class="size-full wp-image-2859 alignright" title="z209850321" src="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/z209850321.png" alt="z209850321" width="400" height="399" /></a></p>
<p>Oh god, how she loved his British accent. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at his gorgeous honey brown eyes.</p>
<p>&#8216;You have been my hope and my maturity. All i want in this world is you and nothing more. Life to me has no meaning whatsoever if you are not there with me. Life has no meaning to me when i call your name and you&#8217;re not there. Babe, I would want you to answer me with all your heart whether you love me. Because i love you and i want you to be my girlfriend.&#8217;</p>
<p>He said it with a gentle touch with no rush between sentences. Should she trust him? His sincere soul longs for her love. His empty heart longs for her to take place. She thought hard. She didn&#8217;t want to be disappointed again. She wants a lifelong partner. She would be broken hearted to know she was just a fling. But this could be the Ideal One. He was the only guy closest to her ideal man. A sexy man who knows his future. A man who shows her his inner child as well as his maturity. A man who shares his thoughts and philosophies with her and constantly talk to her with interest. A fairly muscular man who is protective yet cares for her feelings. A man who don&#8217;t only spoil her but to make her a better person. She was so happy with his beautiful personality.  She enjoyed every moment together with him.Thinking back of all the bittersweet memories&#8230;</p>
<p>She smiled at him.</p>
<p>He smiled back.</p>
<p>It was that. That simple. Just looking at his sincere smile, she made her decision. She said yes. He was so happy! He jumped up and hugged her. He spinned her in circles while laughing. They were finally an item. Weeks passed, they spent almost every available hour together. They cared about nobody but themselves. When things got in the way, he&#8217;d tell her, &#8216; it&#8217;s you and me, against the world&#8217;. Of course, they weren&#8217;t perfect humans. They had arguments and they had their first big fight, on her birthday.</p>
<p>She was out with her friends and invited him to come as well. But when he arrived, she started acting weird. She didn&#8217;t know what to do. She didn&#8217;t know whether to talk to him or her friends. In the end, she pushed him aside and talked to her friends. He felt it but he asked to leave and just went off without a proper reason. He left her to have fun with her friends. She didn&#8217;t care and had her fun with her friends. Back home, she had a talk with him. He sounded pretty angry and hurt.</p>
<p>&#8216;Why were you acting so childish and all..? Do you always do this when you&#8217;re with your friends?? Are you trying to impress them? Baby, it&#8217;s me and you against the world, why on earth do you want to impress them? They don&#8217;t care about you! They won&#8217;t appreciate you, but will use you.&#8217;</p>
<p>Yes they do! Of course, she dare not say that. She didn&#8217;t know much about her friends to be honest. She didn&#8217;t know if they really cared. She knew her friends use her. Well, indirectly. But she thought it would impress them. Unfortunately, it didn&#8217;t. And it won&#8217;t. She didn&#8217;t say a word. She didn&#8217;t like to argue back. But she felt it wasn&#8217;t fair for her.</p>
<p><a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/z194788391.jpg" rel="lightbox[2857]"><img class="size-full wp-image-2861 alignleft" title="z194788391" src="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/z194788391.jpg" alt="z194788391" width="279" height="400" /></a>&#8216;I&#8217;m sorry for acting childish! SORRY for ignoring you..  I didn&#8217;t think straight. Maybe you&#8217;re right.&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;I AM RIGHT!&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;Okay, you ARE right. I was just.. having some fun. I didn&#8217;t know you would be upset.&#8217; Tears rolled down her cheeks. She never heard him scream at her before. She wondered why.</p>
<p>&#8216;Hun, why are you so.. angry?&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;Because I care. Other people won&#8217;t do that. I&#8217;m different. I&#8217;m Mr Awesome and Mr Awesome loves you.&#8217;</p>
<p>&#8216;I love you too,&#8217; she said while giggling.</p>
<p>There was a few seconds of silence before he spoke again.</p>
<p>&#8216;Are your friends more important than me?&#8217;</p>
<p>There is was. The second question that made her world stop for a minute. A long minute that was almost equivalent to eternity. 2 years ago, she learnt that she had to value friends more than her boyfriends. She was so dependent on her ex-boyfriend. She was stuck to him like glue. But he has his friends. Of course,it seemed to him that friends came before her so they broke up. Her friends still ignored her and declared she ditched them for a boy. She was devastated. Now, this question.. It was familiar.</p>
<p>&#8216;Is he more important than your friends??&#8217; yelled one of her friends.</p>
<p>&#8216;What, you don&#8217;t need to care about us anymore?&#8217; said another.</p>
<p>Now what should she say to her love? What is right and what is wrong? Are boyfriends more important that friends? Is this the end of her so-called lifelong relationship?</p>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2010 13:02:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[ She was just standing there, waiting for a stranger at Baskin Robbins, wondering how he would look like. She couldn&#8217;t believe she actually agreed to meet up a guy she met over the internet. Well, she wouldn&#8217;t have agreed if he was a mutual friend on Facebook. She had many friends in common with [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/z206998266.jpg" rel="lightbox[2814]"><img class="size-full wp-image-2827 alignleft" title="z206998266" src="http://carelesslittlehamster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/z206998266.jpg" alt="z206998266" width="400" height="296" /></a> She was just standing there, waiting for a stranger at Baskin Robbins, wondering how he would look like. She couldn&#8217;t believe she actually agreed to meet up a guy she met over the internet. Well, she wouldn&#8217;t have agreed if he was a mutual friend on Facebook. She had many friends in common with him. But never did she ask around about him. She was timid and quite sure he was a safe boy. Dressed in violet empire-cut top with black yoga pants, she couldn&#8217;t stand the hot weather. Worse, she had a bad throat. She was getting quite angry but when she turned to walk away, she laid her eyes on a hunk standing outside Guardian, texting with his Iphone. Boy, he is cute. She just stood there looking at him. The tall hunk wore cool shades, a casual T-Shirt and white surfer pants. He looked up and noticed her staring at him dreamily. He showed a little grin and waved at her.</p>
<p>&#8216;Oh shoot! I hope he wasn&#8217;t waving at me..&#8217;, she whispered to herself.</p>
<p>As he walked up to her, she couldn&#8217;t move nor speak. She felt like running away but she just stood there, fiddling with her hair, pretending to look at the Baskin Robbins&#8217; menu.</p>
<p>&#8216;Hey there&#8230; Are you sweetgirl@gmail.com?&#8217;</p>
<p>Oh god. He&#8217;s&#8230;. mrawesome@hotmail.com. He is almost a head and a half taller than her and a lot better looking than her ex-boyfriends. Oh boy, his voice is just so beautiful and so&#8230; Melodic.</p>
<p>Cold sweat trickled down her back. This couldn&#8217;t be! He looked so different from what she saw on his MSN display picture. She thought of  him as a fairly tall and skinny boy in glasses.  Was she really flirting with a hunk over MSN? She wanted to meet a matured studious boy. Not another jerk that she came across. This.. Boy. He couldn&#8217;t be both poetic and studious as well as hot and flirty.. But she couldn&#8217;t resist a hunk. She never could.  She gradually became her usual self. Instantly, she forgot her new resolution to change her taste in boys. She forgot how many times she had her heart broken. She wasn&#8217;t desperate, but was hoping it heals her broken heart. That was when everything began..</p>
<p>She was so happy spending time with this hunk. She loved how enjoyable their conversations were. She loved watching movies and getting a little touchy with each other. The part when he asked for her number on MSN was unforgetable. She only gave 9 numbers out of 10. He was so determined for her number and tried every possible number..</p>
<p>&#8216; Umm.. Hello?&#8217;, she answered timidly.</p>
<p>&#8216; Hello? Telephone Company..&#8217; he spoke with a British accent.</p>
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<p>Blushing, she put down the phone almost immediately and couldn&#8217;t stop smiling when she heard his same melodic voice. She found an angel of her own. She couldn&#8217;t stop replaying that scene in her head everyday. Nor did she could wait till Saturday night to MSN with him. Now that she have met him, she couldn&#8217;t stop replaying every conversation they had. She was in love.</p>
<p>Weeks later, they were to meet up again to watch a movie. She wore her lovely tube top with jeans, once again, waiting for him at McDonald&#8217;s. She was really upset to have to wait for a boy when she was hoping the other way round but when he showed up moments later, she was so mesmerized by him, she forgot how upset she was. There weren&#8217;t many choices of movie but they&#8217;ve finally decided to watch The Uninvited. She hated horror movies but was quite interested in the movie. She knew it was only a mild horror movie, so she agreed to watch with him. In the cinema, she felt a little chilly. Regretting for not bringing a jacket with her, she went a little closer to him. She didn&#8217;t know what he would react. She kept going closer to him and he got the hint. He placed his arm around her. instantly warming her up. His body was hot. Physically. She tried to stop smiling but she was really happy to be in love.</p>
<p>She learnt a lot from this hunk. Turned out, he was a jerk she thought he would be. He told her he was one of the jerks who constantly break girls&#8217; hearts. He was those clubbers who were always up for alcohol. He was the worst jerk she had ever met. She was loosing interest in him but yet, something made her decide to continue hanging out with him. He taught her so much, told her stories just to see her smile.. They both cared nothing but loving each other. Of course, neither of them brought up the subject of themselves as a couple.</p>
<p>On his birthday, they were over at her house, snuggling and watching movie after movie. Then he asked. He asked THE question..</p>
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