<?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-7960158</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:37:22.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theunloved-.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'>you're my sunshine after the rain :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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>321</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113340514376094384</id><published>2005-12-01T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T10:45:43.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100;"&gt;MOVED (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://midwestloveaffair-.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://midwestloveaffair-.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please relinkk me, thankyou. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROL,&lt;/strong&gt; You better do the quiz okay! Hahah honoured right, I singled you out leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLF,&lt;/strong&gt; you also wanna go bangkok? Hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NING,&lt;/strong&gt; hey thanks (: ning, I want another templete. =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRISS,&lt;/strong&gt; oh yeah this I know. If you still can't, tag me at my flashbox in blogskins k. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XUE*,&lt;/strong&gt; yeh, we'll hang out soon okay (: hugs you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRISTLE,&lt;/strong&gt; hey honey (: don't worry about me yeh? I'll be fine. :) Thanks for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAH,&lt;/strong&gt; Nah, not my hand lah, silly. Hahha. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YUEMIN,&lt;/strong&gt; hey babe! Thanks yeh! I love you tooo! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHANEL,&lt;/strong&gt; YAYIE YOU'RE GONNA CALL TONIGHT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QIAOLIN*,&lt;/strong&gt; catch up in another few hours! omg I miss yall man. :D Life is filled with surprises, so true. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories are meant to be kept. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like this blog, so memorable. =&lt;/em&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/7960158-113340514376094384?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113340514376094384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113340514376094384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/12/moved-httpmidwestloveaffair.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113334685060206720</id><published>2005-11-30T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:34:10.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can lean on me, my love will still remain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just sent her a email, telling her how I feel. I'm afraid. So many 'what if's. )= &lt;em&gt;Does it hurts when you think of me?&lt;/em&gt; If she's gonna ask me that, I'd nod &amp; say yes. I don't know. I just can't get over it. She has already moved on with life, with someone else. I ought to get my own life &amp;amp; live it. Gf did, &amp; I guess I should. She has gone for so long &amp;amp; I'm still hanging here. )= Sigh, &lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;I miss you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listen to Xu Jie Er's I Wanna Be With You, uber great. The hanyu pin yin lyrics, &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/musicpara/hy/iwannabewithu.htm"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It cuts deep inside here when I think of you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt; /3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need someone to be here to wipe the tears, to hug me, to make me feel better. =\ Anyone? )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What the fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113334685060206720?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113334685060206720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113334685060206720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-can-lean-on-me-my-love-will-still.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113331605344632163</id><published>2005-11-30T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:16:25.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think about you everyday/ no matter what your friends might say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm home. I'm back (: Alright, shall talk about the trip. It's gonna be a damn long entry so, bear with me ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The flight was great. Sat next to the window, with Rhys(nephew). &lt;s&gt;Thoughts keep running in my mind.&lt;/s&gt; A almost-two hours flight, reached Bangkok around S'pore time 2plus((: Uncle Pin Nam(some uncle) came to fetch us to the hotel. Actually it's his driver. :D Put our bags in the room, off to MBK. The room weren't ready for us, so we went to shop first. Didn't really buy anything. Went back to the hotel to check if the room's ready. Dad &amp; Pam went down to scold 'em 'cos they said it would be ready in a few hours. HAWHAWHAW. Dinner with my uncle's business client. Back to the hotel after that. There's a letter &amp;amp; some traditional Thai food on the table. The manager apologized to Dad &amp; all. Ah crap la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Breakfast at the hotel's restaurant. The only food that interest me is, the congee &amp;amp; toasted bread. Rofl. BTSed(BTS is sorta like our LRT) down to Emporium. Their station name is so cute pls. Hahah. Anyway, shopped the entire day there. Bought a lot of things. Not as much as the trip in June this yr (: Had lunch at the foodcourt upstairs. I swear, it's a must try! the food there are yumyumyum delicious! :] Fried chicken rice, beef noodles, butter&amp;sugar bread, peanut butter bread. Sh, shan't name anymore, it's making me hungry. Went back to the hotel around 6plus. Had dinner with my uncle's client's daughter at this famous restaurant. Loves it. &lt;strong&gt;UNCLE PIN NAM DRIVES A TOYOTA FORTUNATER!!&lt;/strong&gt; I was like.. Dad, is that fortunater? =X &amp;amp; he nods. FREAK FREAK FREAK! I finally got the chance to ride on that car. Oh man, I love it so much. Dad says his Toyota Picnic is almost the same just that Fortunater is higher &amp; the usage of patrol is more. Dinner, hotel (: I was already feeling homesick. I miss my elmo, I miss my comfy bed, I miss the computer, I miss my cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at the restaurant, again. Dad &amp;amp; I were getting sick of the food that but we can't do anything. 'Cos 9 people, breakfast buffet &amp; it only cost you 2000baht, which is only S$80. =\ BTSed down to Central. Again, shopped a lot. Lunched at &lt;strong&gt;Coca!&lt;/strong&gt; Oh man, I so heart Coca. It's my fav. Wanted to go to the temple nearby but both my aunt's feets couldn't carry them any further. Rest for awhile, walked back to Central to collect VAT refund, &amp;amp; our shopping bags. BTSed back, shopped at MBK. Dinner at the foodcourt upstairs. I didn't really eat but I had my jap crepe. :D Hotel after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day, man. I was frikkin' happy, &lt;strong&gt;I'm coming home!&lt;/strong&gt; Rofl. MBK again, this time I shopped like shit 'cos I couldn't decide what to get for 'em. Hah, got little gifts for them &amp; all. Bought a white handbag for myself. (: Packed our bags. Aunt came in one, back in two. The same goes to my 6th aunt with my cousin. We came in one big, one small, back in two big one small bag. Rofl, damn hilarious. Dad keep saying my aunt, "&lt;em&gt;buy la buy la. buy some more la. now cannot pack. come in one back in two. hmph, jialet ah you all"&lt;/em&gt; Dad's so silly, aunt came round to our romm &amp;amp; realised we're worse. Roflol. Sat at the cafe downstairs, waited for Uncle Pin Name &amp; his driver. Flight was at S'pore time 7pm. Was at the airport at 4plus. Checked in, sat around. 6plus, they called for us &amp;amp; we went into the plane. I guess I ate something that didn't agree with me, I felt like puking. Right before it take off, I puked. =X All the way home, I kept puking. Half way through the flight, there was tuberlance(spell?) &amp; it made me feel even worst. Landing was ok, I was hyper &amp;amp; all. Went back home, slept &amp; the puking came back. You're the only one I thought of that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY BLOODY SIM CARD DIED ON ME LAH.&lt;/strong&gt; Singtel got me the wrong sim card so I couldn't use. Dad bought me to the doctor's yesterday, bought me home to rest &amp;amp; he went to deal with my sim card &amp; all. Dinner was from Aunt's. Oh man, I gotta say I really love her a lot. :) Tuition, ill or whatever, whenever I'm home alone, she'd go through the trouble to make dinner for me. She knows if I ain't there, I'd either skip dinner or eat instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/7615/wheninbangkok0177tv.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our room number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/4465/wheninbangkok0183ja.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/1501/wheninbangkok0195rf.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/4646/wheninbangkok0208sx.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/5932/wheninbangkok0212sb.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food they gave us. We didn't touch anything. Hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/5713/wheninbangkok0229nf.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tvjunkies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/6615/wheninbangkok0236ut.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band upstairs. They play great songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/2966/wheninbangkok0246sn.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Copy and paste the questions to your site and answer them, then pick five people whom you wish to be Singled Out. Don't forget to tell them they've been SINGLED OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ooh. tingshan singled me out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. You get one wish of anything, what would you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;i'd wish for unlimited wishes :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. What animal would you be?&lt;br /&gt;none, I rather be human.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Something you want to do in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, haven’t really thought about it yet. Probably have tons of fun, have lotsa love, -shrugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. One time there were these Ninjas... (finish the statement):&lt;br /&gt;&amp; they started making out &amp;amp; speak in some stupid language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. One song you could listen to over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;Currently, jay’s :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Coke or Pepsi? coke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Something you're looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL &amp; I’S OUTING :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. What's a "mastoid"? (Take a guess no peeking in a Dictionary):&lt;br /&gt;some pieces &amp;amp; parts of a computer? =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. One good deed you've done lately: none.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. A funny Moment in your life:&lt;br /&gt;like megan &amp; tingshan, there are just too many for me to name (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall single 5 more people out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHERYL LIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;STEPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;AMANDA DE SOUZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;PEARLENE K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CAROLINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The end! Ok, so many tags for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REPLIES TO TAGS &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda,&lt;/strong&gt; I'm back &amp;amp; I miss you darl (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ning,&lt;/strong&gt; missed you too babe, we'll talk when you come online alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caroline,&lt;/strong&gt; yayie I love you rol, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEARLENE.K,&lt;/strong&gt; uh huh! (= babe, we'll talk soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kriss,&lt;/strong&gt; aw (: I'm back! Missed you too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jer,&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steph,&lt;/strong&gt; I'm back already! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xue*,&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry la, I'm sick so didn't update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha,&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, for the first time, Natasha your comment is longggg. Hahah, you're in your beautiful sleep now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle,&lt;/strong&gt; I'm back (: Missed yall. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prunella,&lt;/strong&gt; Hey babe, back in your blog yeh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on that day, last year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113331605344632163?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113331605344632163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113331605344632163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-about-you-everyday-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113284204761330814</id><published>2005-11-24T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:20:47.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wipe your tears, no more cries/ Take heart, life your head high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="350" src="http://img491.imageshack.us/img491/6103/town0089xt.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="350" src="http://img491.imageshack.us/img491/6451/town0099na.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="350" src="http://img491.imageshack.us/img491/2766/town0106oo.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="280" src="http://img491.imageshack.us/img491/359/town0121ao.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="340" src="http://img491.imageshack.us/img491/6712/town0140va.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She love this &amp; we're gonna buy it for her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="340" src="http://img491.imageshack.us/img491/5181/town0169ln.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="280" src="http://img491.imageshack.us/img491/6416/town0183aj.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Feets :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="280" src="http://img491.imageshack.us/img491/9857/town0196jh.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="280" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/TOWN020.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="280" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/TOWN021.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Princess YipYipYip &amp; Emma Watson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="280" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/TOWN022.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="280" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/TOWN023.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Princess Jeanette, Princess YipYipYip &amp; Emma Watson. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="350" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/TOWN024.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Princesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="280" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/TOWN027.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;End!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did not town with Qiaos &amp; Nette. I towned with Princess Jeanette from France &amp;amp; Princess YipYipYip from Germany(Germ-many, heehee). I was Emma Watson for the day ;D ( I know I can't be like her la, whalau. =X No offence to EW's fans. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Met 'em at Hougang MRT, trained down to Cine. Ate the jap food again!! :] Shopped around, walked to Heeren. Qiaolin bought &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;strawberries coated with melted chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Splendid! Super nice. I guess the 4bucks of just 3 strawberries (: Walked down to Taka. I was looking for the necklace I wanted &amp; Qiaolin said she wanna find xmas cards. Walked around, saw Miss Yeo &amp;amp; Miss Lim. Shopped, saw William from superstar. Nette saw Silver from superstar. :) Ate venezia's ice-cream!! yumyum. :) Qiaolin suggested to go Far East. Walked all the way there. Saw YJ, Cecilia, SJ &amp; Tricia on the way there. Bought my necklace like finally. Got the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one instead. I think I'm gonna get the black &amp;amp; white one. I just feel like havin' it. :D Qiaolin got her &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shades! :D Uber nice, it's cool. Things started to go wrong when Qiaolin was thinking whether to get the shades. Nette started to think that she's the princess &amp; all. Qiaolin, too, but not as bad. Nette wanted to get this formal blouse but she didn't bring enough cash so she's gonna get it when she has her cash with her. So I thought why not like we buy it for her birthday since it's like another week only. &amp;amp; I know she love the shirt a lot. Hahah, it's mixture of all kinds of &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; strips. Lovely. =DD Bought our drinks &amp; walked back to the MRT startion. Saw Brian Wong &amp;amp; Patricia Mok on the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then in the train, I was like.. "Do you know who I am anot?" They were like no &amp; slang la! I went.. "I'm Emma Watson ok! Don't play play hor!" Hahah, &amp;amp; Nette claims that EW is her sister how can it be me blah blah blah. :) Trained down to Hougang, raced with YJ &amp; Tricia. Sassy's working till 10pm tonight &amp;amp; I guess by now she should be knocking off. My poor girlie. Supposed to end work at 7pm. Ate shaker's fries at Mac's, trained back. Dinner, home, online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm flying tmr morning, 9am's flight. I'm so gonna wake them up by calling. Hahah. So bad of me but aiks. I don't deny, &lt;s&gt;I'll miss them.&lt;/s&gt; It's only four frikkin' days &amp; I'm like.. Uh whatever. I'll be back on the 28th, night!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shoutouts!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLIQUE,&lt;/strong&gt; I'll miss yall, definately. :] I'll be back to be retarded with tall again. TEEHEE. &lt;strong&gt;Qiaos,&lt;/strong&gt; don't forget about the chalet &amp;amp; thanks for yesterday &amp; today. :) &lt;strong&gt;Nette,&lt;/strong&gt; quit acting like a princess. But anyhow, I still love you! &lt;strong&gt;Sass,&lt;/strong&gt; don't tire yourself out yeh? Must rest well k? &lt;strong&gt;Bestaye,&lt;/strong&gt; come home soon. In whole &amp;amp; still retarded ah! :) Take care, I love you! Hugs all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Lim,&lt;/strong&gt; we'll reminisce over coffee someday. Perhaps at your place? (: Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;think too much alright. Hugs u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kristle,&lt;/strong&gt; thanks a lot &amp; I love you honey. (: You've been really great. Thanks for comforting &amp;amp; stuff. I'll miss you alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie,&lt;/strong&gt; darling, thanks a lot for everything. :) I love you ok? Don't think too much. I'l still be there yeh? My phone would be on but I wont reply till I'm back. Hahha. :) Take care k, love you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eleonora,&lt;/strong&gt; hey dude! Don't think too much. :) You'll be fine. Keep yourself busy &amp; don't think about youknowwho. Ay, I'll miss talking to you! ;D Do take care!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ning, Meg, Tingshan, Jerlene, Jolene &amp; whoever from BS,&lt;/strong&gt; I love yall, do take care alright! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle, Anne &amp;amp; Adel,&lt;/strong&gt; sorry about today. :\ I'll make it up to you three. I'll see yall after I'm back. I'll miss yall! (: Take care ok, love yall. Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll reply the tags another time. I gotta run! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113284204761330814?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113284204761330814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113284204761330814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/wipe-your-tears-no-more-cries-take.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113280338788166996</id><published>2005-11-24T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T13:00:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm too weak to be your cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm starting to love Cheryl more each day.&lt;/em&gt; :D The daily morning convers. we have &amp; all, it really taught me something &amp;amp; know a little more about Cheryl (: Aw, I love you la. :) &lt;strong&gt;CHERYL ROCK MY ENTIRE UNIVERSE :D&lt;/strong&gt; We'll reminisce another time okay! Over coffee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my ass movin' in 5 minutes. Before I do, quick blog. :) Meeting Qiaos &amp; Nette at Hougang MRT, gonna go bugis. Sassy's working &amp; Bestaye's still in Thailand. I'm flying there tmr, she'll fly to China or Hongkong tmr. :) Eleonora's going Chinablack with her friends, Qiaos &amp;amp; Nette are going later too. :D Oh &amp;amp; the locker lady called me up this morning. I need to send her a cheque before I get my locker. YAYIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply the tags another time. (: For now, I gotta run! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't care. I'm just gonna pretend I no long give a fuck to you. 'Cos you're the cause of all these fissures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;buddy, I miss you )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113280338788166996?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113280338788166996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113280338788166996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-too-weak-to-be-your-cure-im_24.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113271926462261756</id><published>2005-11-23T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:17:12.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You gotta be the best that I ever had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grizel didn't come home yesterday 'cos she went to sleepover with my nephew. &amp; I had the entire room to myself. =DD not much difference but aiks. She kept saying I'd miss her presense, I'd damn lonely &amp;amp; I'd look for her &amp; ask her to come home. I told her staying over for a day ain't enough, stay longer. HAHAHA SO I CAN GO OUT EARLY TMR. But she said no. Aiks, she should stay tonight instead of yesterday. If not, I can go out early tmr. Stupid burden. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just remembered I can't go Chinablack with Eleonora on thursday.'Cos I need to be at the airport by 9am. &amp;amp; yknow I'm that sorta pig who can't wake up early for nuts unless I want to. :D Hm, Friday's flight is at 11am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/emo/fuckingwannabes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="420" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/emo/fuckingwannabes.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/emo/bemypenguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="400" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/emo/bemypenguin.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/emo/CappicinoComic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/emo/CappicinoComic.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/emo/comic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/emo/comic.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Been finding pictures since this morning. :D ahah, I'm bored lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black;color:#ffffff;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLF,&lt;/strong&gt; I LOVE HARRY POTTER LAH HOR :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATALIE,&lt;/strong&gt; hey thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEARLENE.K,&lt;/strong&gt; YAYIE bling bling! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QIAOLIN,&lt;/strong&gt; I'll send them to you when you're online. Grey shirt? Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JER,&lt;/strong&gt; Oh I see. 15, same as me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- :&lt;/strong&gt; Picasa2 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NING,&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah yayie! =DD The account still won't work! )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Early November // All We Ever Needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight I will sit next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To see if you act like we're through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To make you laugh is all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll hold you while tears fill our eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113271926462261756?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113271926462261756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113271926462261756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-gotta-be-best-that-i-ever-had.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/midwestloveaffair-/emo/th_fuckingwannabes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113256765475085343</id><published>2005-11-21T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T18:07:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/8045/collage15cz.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jermaine! Oh my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/9969/collage6rt.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img504.imageshack.us/img504/9762/collage24hw.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy &amp; I! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img517.imageshack.us/img517/7356/collage35av.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BestayeS :D LOVEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/9061/collage40sj.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiaos &amp; I. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/9493/collage59hb.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="300" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nette &amp; I. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the program so much. :D It's so fun.&lt;br /&gt;Whee! I can compile pictures without any problems.&lt;br /&gt;I can do my polariod pictures too! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Comment (=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113256765475085343?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113256765475085343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113256765475085343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/jermaine-oh-my-love-clique-sassy-i-d.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113249559294352348</id><published>2005-11-21T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:52:48.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm dying in this heartache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then I woke up crying. I swear this heartache is killing me. Stupid enough, I went to look at the archives, cried even more. Fuck this. Thanks Pertrina, for the talk &amp; all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started listening to November's Chopin'. Love ballads! They're ohsolovely. :) Oh well. I love Coral Sea &amp;amp; Black Sweater. Whee! Picasa2 is so fun. Just downloaded it yesterday. Thanks Pearlene! &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watched Europe Music Awards yesterday. :D Akon won best male. Shakira won best female. I hate Robbie Williams &amp; he keep appearing. Wahlau. His nice song with that video? The one with his arms swinging but actually he's not running? I think it's retarded but ok it's creative. Wtf lah I hate him. So old. -rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to blog about, I guess I'll just uh reply the comments lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLF,&lt;/strong&gt; Harry went to the ball with some indian girl. Hahaha, did you watch the show? It's nice! I wanna watch Just Like Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xue*,&lt;/strong&gt; Uh-huh uh-huh! She is she is! Some people claims that she is &lt;s&gt;ugly&lt;/s&gt; I think she's fine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanda,&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, I love you la manda! :D Yep, I will. You too! Don't worry yeh. rol's arranging as outing, I guess (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEARLENE,&lt;/strong&gt; Hullo, I'll link you up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meg,&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, they are cute together! :D Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anonymous,&lt;/strong&gt; I knew that I'm fair before you could just let me know. I don't need you to tell me. I'm fair &amp;amp; not ohmygawd F-A-I-R. What's wrong with being fair? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha,&lt;/strong&gt; nice right! :D you gotta love me a lot ok. I helped you with so much html stuff. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ryl,&lt;/strong&gt; hey you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caroline,&lt;/strong&gt; haha i will no worries yeh? I love talking to you lah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jer,&lt;/strong&gt; I think Cho Chang is fine! (: She's quite pretty &amp;amp; I mean, not ugly lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Calling // Our Lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause these are the days worth living&lt;br /&gt;These are the years we're given&lt;br /&gt;And these are the moments&lt;br /&gt;These are the times&lt;br /&gt;Let's make the best out of our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to love this song like madness. It's always on MTV. (: Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you for this moment&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta say how beautiful you are&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hopes and dreams I could've prayed for&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could have one dance forever&lt;br /&gt;I would take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tonight it's you and I together&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad, I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way I lost my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;That day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if destiny decided&lt;br /&gt;I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;Then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;The greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;did I tell you that I love you tonight?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hear the music&lt;br /&gt;When I'm looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the rhythm of your body&lt;br /&gt;Close to mine.&lt;br /&gt;Its the way we touch that sends me&lt;br /&gt;Its a way we'll always be&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss, your pretty smile you know I'd die for&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, your all I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I lived a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;You know, I never could explain&lt;br /&gt;The way I lost my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;That day.&lt;br /&gt;But if destiny decided&lt;br /&gt;I should look the other way&lt;br /&gt;Then the world would never know&lt;br /&gt;The greatest story ever told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And did I tell you that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Just how much I really need you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did I tell you that I love you tonight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113249559294352348?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113249559294352348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113249559294352348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-dying-in-this-heartache-and-then-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113227743658407946</id><published>2005-11-18T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:30:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye was the hardest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hm, hello. Towned with Sass, Nette, Qiaos &amp; Serene yesterday. :) Met Sass &amp;amp; Nette at Compass Heights, trained down to Cityhall, walked to Suntec. Qiaos &amp; Sass suggest we should go there 'cos it's the quietest &amp;amp; sorta like no one knows there's a cinema there, rofl. Bought the tickets for Harry Potter, had lunch at the food court, Qiaos &amp; Serene came after awhile. WATCHING MOVIE WITH SERENE IS A BIG NO! You just wanna consider again. She's bloody irritating. The show was good, ignoring Serene's annoyance. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="240" src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/7682/harry6ep.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="240" src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/9707/harryemma0ux.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they look cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="155" src="http://img178.imageshack.us/img178/7808/harrypotter9rr.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this, omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="155" src="http://img46.imageshack.us/img46/7386/harrypotterchocheng1sq.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cho Chang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/7316/harrypotterchocheng29xh.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says Cho Chang is ugly, I think she's fine. She's really pretty. AT LEAST she got the Eurasian look. -rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The show ended around 5plus 6. Walked back to the Cityhall train station, Serene went to Raffles to meet Shermin, we trained back to Compass, went to SKCC. Passed YJ some things &amp; left. Went to meet daddy, the rest went back. (: Bought dinner home. Splendid day &amp;amp; my foot hurts. I walked in heels all day yesterday. It feels sorta like swelling. Ah heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No more dates with cherylS on the 20th, BOO )= The outing with Adel &amp; gang has been pushed back to 24th, YAYIE. (= &amp;amp;amp; I'm leaving on the 25th ((= Then I'll be back on the 28th. &amp; I got art on 1st Dec, RAH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've changed my number. &amp;amp; I changed my phone. :D N7260. It's dad's. There's nothing I can choose from in the phone shop. Shall wait till there's new ones. Now the Poks, three of us got the same phone. =D WHEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/3681/craplah0088rn.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="300" height="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img235.imageshack.us/img235/4531/craplah0047ew.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="300" height="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just very random. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;COMMENT OK. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113227743658407946?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113227743658407946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113227743658407946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/goodbye-was-hardesthm-hello.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113213603824951594</id><published>2005-11-16T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:13:58.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The real you is who you are when no one's watching you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday was totally fuckedup but I'm fine now(: Thanks cheryl&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;. Love you two. (: Went to school tday to check which class I go to next year. FOUR CHARITY'06 HERE I COME! :D Aw, I'm still in the same class as the five lovely retards. :D I love yall lah (: Lunched at Compass. Ate a lot tday. Maybe not them but me. -.- Dieded. )= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay, I'll blog another time, I'll link yall another time. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHERYLF, Jealous jealous?! I know you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nessa, hahah, got this wedsite where you type in your add &amp; you'll know who link you. YES hang out soon I havent seen you in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nnats, I'll link you up another time okay (: I love you nnats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sauyan, Okay! :D &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nat, I LOVE YOU TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHERYLLIM, We'll date out another time alright love? &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;jer, TEEHEE I LOVE YOU JERRRRR :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Till I see your face again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113213603824951594?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113213603824951594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113213603824951594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/real-you-is-who-you-are-when-no-ones.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113202030121840748</id><published>2005-11-15T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:07:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cold war's over, I love the way we are now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I GOT JAYCHOU'S &lt;em&gt;NOVEMBER CHOPIN'&lt;/em&gt; ALREADY! =DD Happily strike it off my list. I keep typing 'alright' as 'already' -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not looking forward to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;18th November, Bestaye's leaving for Bangkok, China &amp; Hongkong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;28th November, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;sit yalread nbee a ryea, &amp;amp; i tcan msee ot tge uyo aoutt ym dmin, ytotall. rmajo nbreakdow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm looking forward to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;My starhub line to be cut off &amp; I don't know when! I wanna use the new one, I wanna have colour-me-tones! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;20th November, date with the CherylS. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;23rd November, Sentosa with Qiaos &amp;amp; Adel's gang. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;25th November, 11am's flight to Bangkok. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm at the edge of breaking down -- again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm almost done with my new url &amp; templete :D YAYIE. Nothing much to blog about actually. Hm. Shall see what friendster says today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They're stubborn as a mule, but their dedication is something you can learn from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're having a fine old time, and not even near ready to call it a day. You're probably running on just a few hours of sleep, too, but you'd never know it. You're excited, enthusiastic and feeling as if you've got a solid ten hours of snooze time under your belt. Good for you. Consider it a gift from the universe, and enjoy it in the company of some equally energetic company while it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't get it. =\ Looking at natlim's photoalbum :D Whee! I'm tired but I refuse to go to bed, again. HEE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DID I MENTION THAT I'M GOING BROKE!? OKAY I DIDN'T. I'M SO DEAD! THREE DIGIT COMING DOWN TO TWO THEN ONE THEN ZERO POINT SOMETHING SOMETHING THEN FINALLY ZERO POINT ZERO ZERO !! &gt;): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kwai's saving money for prom &amp;amp; christmas, so I asked her to save more &amp; leave a little for the glynis organisation. :D CHEQUES ARE ACCEPTED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Lio,&lt;/strong&gt; Having fun? ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Lim,&lt;/strong&gt; I love that song! Heaven by your side, it's damn lovely. :D Everytime's nice too. 5 more days till I see you! I love you cheryl dear(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jer&lt;/strong&gt;, Hahah yeah! I'll try ta snap the house another time. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha,&lt;/strong&gt; You finally remember that Glynis is still alive &amp;amp; you miss her finally? :D I miss you too nat! hughug!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;everybody's got something they had to leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there's no use looking back&lt;/em&gt; oh wondering&lt;br /&gt;oh wondering&lt;br /&gt;how it could be now oh might have been&lt;br /&gt;oh might have been&lt;br /&gt;oh this i know but still &lt;s&gt;i can't find ways to let you go&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never had a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;till the day that i found you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though i pretend that i've moved on&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;i never found the words to say&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i think about each day&lt;br /&gt;and i know no matter where life takes me to&lt;br /&gt;a part of me will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;somewhere in my memory i've lost all sense of time&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow can never be cos yesterday is all that fills my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no use looking back oh wondering&lt;br /&gt;oh wondering&lt;br /&gt;how it should be now oh might have been&lt;br /&gt;oh might have been&lt;br /&gt;oh this i know but still &lt;s&gt;i can't find ways to let you go&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never had a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;till the day that i found you&lt;br /&gt;even though i pretend that i've moved on&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;i never found the words to say&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i think about each day&lt;br /&gt;and i know no matter where life takes me to&lt;br /&gt;a part of me will always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you'll always be the dream that fills my head&lt;br /&gt;yes you will say you will you know you will oh baby&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be the one i know i'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;there's no use looking back oh wondering&lt;br /&gt;oh wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because love is a strange and funny thing&lt;br /&gt;and funny thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;no matter how i try i try &lt;s&gt;i just can't say goodbye&lt;/s&gt; no no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never had a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;till the day that i found you&lt;br /&gt;even though i pretend that i've moved on&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;i never found the words to say&lt;br /&gt;never found the words to say&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i think about each day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i think about each day&lt;br /&gt;and i know no matter where life takes me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a part of me will always be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a part of me will always be with you oooohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These words; from my heart&lt;br /&gt;I love you. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113202030121840748?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113202030121840748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113202030121840748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/cold-wars-over-i-love-way-we-are-now-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113193241750147937</id><published>2005-11-14T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T09:40:17.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I had the notion that you won't be coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know where to start blogging from. Okay I remember now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did nothing much these two days. Dropped by aunt's place in the morning, chill there with cousins/nieces/nephew. Their new house is fucking nice. No more Lokam, but Songket(: &lt;em&gt;My absolute love, the girlies'(nieces) room.&lt;/em&gt; It's the design, &amp; it's spacious. If there's internet connection, a computer, a plasma(they don't have that bunky kinda tv anymore, all use plasma lah!) &amp;amp; a phone in there would make the room just perfect for me. :D Every room has it's own toilet. Aunt's room is like thrice of a normal HDB flat room. Her plasma tv is like 42inch wide! I like her closet room. The way she designed it in a way to hang her bags &amp; all, another to keep her expensive shoes. Mom went it &amp;amp; saw 7 pair of Salvatore Ferragamo shoes. Fuck man, she's fucking rich. She got the new Osim massage chair. &amp; it's hidden in their room. They used to have it the basement at Lokam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan Ang Pong Tian's room is the attic. &amp;amp; the room is in black, part of is red. Not fair! Anyway, it's not down yet. Haha, he's the slowpoke one. Afterall the design is cool. It's more of a romantic kind for the two lovebirds. Sally Ang's room is simple(: Just right for a family of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The living room is kinda empty right now. No tv yet, SCV coming tday :D TEEHEE. Hm, I love the carpet. Godma gave hers to Aunt. &amp; I love it! Qiaos love that carpet too I guess, she sat on it whenever we go to Godma's place. The chair! It's darn cute. Sorta like a massage chair. I'll snap &amp;amp; publish some time. Oh they got a lot of mirrors! :D The sofa is weird. The resting part for the back is short. &amp; the part for sitting is long. It's very weird, I don't like. (I'm commenting as though it's my house.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I love the house. I don'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;t mind staying home all day with a comfy home like this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just summerise everything here. Heartland-ed on Saturday. I just got my new line yesterday. But yall still can reach me at the 9238 one. That singtel girl did something to it &amp;amp; I don't know what. :\ I got whole day free incoming! :D &amp; 1000 free smses. YAYIE I'M SURE THAT IS ENOUGH(I hope so, cross fingers). Sakae-ed with Cousin, Sis &amp;amp; Nieces/Nephew yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thoughts keep coming in, I don't know what that means.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to put up a song lyrics page, for fun. :D I shall get the codes from Tingshan when she's back from NZ. :D Ning did up my new templete. It's red &amp; it's about something stupid &amp;amp; it's my love, Shopping. Thanks Ning! For the effort &amp; the time. :D I did LAURAA &amp;amp; Ning a icon, gonna do one for Tingshan :D I'm so nice! (shut up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black;color:white;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl,&lt;/strong&gt; Heh you'll see me &amp; my new dumb hair after your Os. I don't like it anymore. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachael,&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah we'll talk soon! I sorta miss you lah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl,&lt;/strong&gt; OKAY OKAY HOW BOUT CHILLING!? Hahah, see what you did to my haloscan. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Erika,&lt;/strong&gt; HEE in your doddleboard babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get a new url, a new templete :D YAYIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1 // Heaven By Your Side*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now my life is blessed with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The love of an angel&lt;br /&gt;How can it be true?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to keep the dream alive&lt;br /&gt;The dream I found in you&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that love would be&lt;br /&gt;The strangest thing to me&lt;br /&gt;But when we touch, I realise&lt;br /&gt;That I found my place in heaven by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You &amp;amp; me, Us.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest story love has ever told. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113193241750147937?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113193241750147937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113193241750147937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-had-notion-that-you-wont-be-coming.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113176515663977890</id><published>2005-11-12T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T11:12:36.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That day, you called up just to say you don't want me anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2152895828212859878&amp;q=hung+up"&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2152895828212859878&amp;amp;q=hung+up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Check this out. Hilarious. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Cheryl found it. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 5px solid"&gt;My hair is officially dyeddddd :D Like yay!&lt;/span&gt; Heh. It's like Black &amp; Red, mixture lah :D Oh whee! I don't really love it but aiks. It's done. Oh &amp; I actually sat a &lt;s&gt;long&lt;/s&gt; bus ride alone. Hee. I'm happy, 'cos I enjoy long bus rides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Mom came, she dyed her hair too. Hers is red-der. xD After that, cabbed home. :) Sat around, waited for the time to past. Haha, walked down to compass, take 372 to the church. Cousin's damn funny. He ain't happy that we laugh at him 'cos he look uber cute! He thought we're laughing at him 'cos he has makeup on. &amp; he looks like 'mei mei'! Her sister was like, I want meimei. Rofl!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;The performance was good. The kids are really cute. There's this boy, he's damn handsome! &amp; he got the David Beckham hair! Damn cute. I feel like I'm damn bian tai, I took a photo of him secretly. Sadly, it's the backview. )= I love his hair :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/CRAPSHIT092.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="255" height="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/CRAPSHIT091.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="255" height="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;When the song plays, for the other group, he sings along. Jump around. Sings damn loudly. Omg. Be my boyfriend please! (fa hua zhi) :D TEEHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Took 372 back after that (: &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;ti sremind em os hmuc tabou rhe, 237. eth elov dan skisse ew emad ): i smis uyo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Camwhored :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black;color:brown;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NESSA,&lt;/strong&gt; hey hons sorry ay I didn't know it was a private blog. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JER,&lt;/strong&gt; hey hello (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(: ANNE,&lt;/strong&gt; steamboat, esplanade. :D &amp; more camwhoring x) I love you gf. muahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VARRON,&lt;/strong&gt; hey haha, thanks for commenting :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm standing at the edge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Swtichfoot // On Fire*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cause everything inside looks like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Everything I hateY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;ou are the hope I have for change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;You are the only chance I’ll take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113176515663977890?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113176515663977890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113176515663977890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/that-day-you-called-up-just-to-say-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113167579767221305</id><published>2005-11-11T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:25:36.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want to share you with the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dying my hair today, later!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I finished watching Little Bride. That movie, "My Little Little Bride", I watched it in SCV, I watched it again yesterday. Damn nice. Very funny. Zel wanna watch it too, 'cos she said the way I laugh like as though it's effing funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Hm, hear what Friendster have to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Weighing all the pros and cons is smart, but don't forget to listen to your gut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Younger folks and dear ones -- those you usually find to be great fun to hang around with -- may not be quite so much fun at the moment. In fact, you could become a bit more irritated with them than you usually do. If that happens, take a step back and look around. Sure, they may have a bit more energy than you'd like them to have at the moment, and they may be quite determined to have their way, but isn't that what being young is all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Hm, perhaps. Especially when family affairs are so chaotic now. =\ Mom hogged on the phone with Aunt Valerie for the longest time ever, an hour so I think. After dinner, Cousin came over with her &amp; sorta talk to dad &amp;amp; mom. I guess things are cleared. Shrugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Did I mention Bestaye got her belly piercing already? Guess I haven't. On wednesday, thats is. She screamed at the top of her voice 'cos it's damn painful. HAHA! Every now &amp; then she bends or whatever, it'd hurt. -shakes head. The stud is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;redddddddddd&lt;/span&gt; :D TEEHEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;25th to Bangkok. :D I can't wait. Whee. S'posed ta have injection for the Avan(spell?) Flu? But 'cos we're not going anywhere cold(bkk's like friggin' HOT!) so we don't have to. The other time we inject was for Bird Flu. We went Aussie!! (shut up glynis) &lt;s&gt;I was afraid to inject.&lt;/s&gt; &amp;amp; Mom said if I do, she'll allow my second earhole! xD So I agreed lah. Heh. Dad is supa retarded. "Second hole? Where? Lips ah? Belly?" -.- Daddy oh Daddy! I'm like, no next to the first. I wanna pierce it NOWWW but we're flying in another two weeks time. Mom afraid that it might swell(choy!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GINA,&lt;/strong&gt; Linked! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLF,&lt;/strong&gt; Hello tallie! I miss you truckloads too! :D Heh. We'll meet up real soon okay. =DD We will we will! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYLRYLRYL,&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Save Ferris // Mistaken*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no joy without the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's the pain that makes us strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But sometimes it's just so hard to carry on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you said that you don't care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;en you s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;ay that you'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I wonder just how did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;things go so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;With everything we've had(Oh please tell me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And you know it's just so sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But who's to blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This song is so rockin'! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113167579767221305?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113167579767221305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113167579767221305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-dont-want-to-share-you-with-stars.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113159554759965995</id><published>2005-11-10T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:05:47.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So hard to stay, too hard to leave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just online-shopped! Hole in a pocket. :D Heh. But I'm happy. Shall wait for the things to flyyyyyyyy here. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Y,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;N, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;E!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love you two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ANNI BUDDY. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come home soon, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always at my highest when every month's 10th is approaching or on the day itself. Buddy know what is it, so do I. A year + 4 months ago, we met tday. :) I'm glad I met you. Life changed after you came in. You were always there, 24/7. Thanks for the past 16 months, buddy. You've been doing great, dear(: But.. where are you now? I feel as though I lost you or something. :\ I'm missing you so fucking much. Nothing changes - I love you the same, to the max, bits&amp; pieces, still as much. as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hugs u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL LIM/ XUE/ HAOPENGYOU/ QUEENIERYL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cheer up alrights. She's not worth it. You'll fiond someone else better. God wants us to meet a few wrong ones before your Prince Charming appears (: Then will you appreciate her/him. (: We'll go part-tor after your Os. We'll date everyday. We'll go pl. :D We'll watch JLH &amp;amp; Emily Rose. :D Heh. Love you. Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;REPLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NIQ,&lt;/strong&gt; HURHUR (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NING,&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL,&lt;/strong&gt; =DD I love you cheryl cheryl cheryl! see above. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEPH,&lt;/strong&gt; In your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYL,&lt;/strong&gt; In yours! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113159554759965995?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113159554759965995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113159554759965995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-hard-to-stay-too-hard-to-leave-just.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113153205287239926</id><published>2005-11-09T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T18:27:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're right here &amp; I can't hold you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know what I wanna blog about. I just feel like typing. I'm in the I-can-type-alot mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Doing some kinda icon for &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;LAURAA(:&lt;/span&gt; in photoshop. YAYIE. I'm frikkin' bored. Ning's doing my new templete :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm outta this place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;TATA &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113153205287239926?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113153205287239926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113153205287239926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-right-here-i-cant-hold-you-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113150686611271196</id><published>2005-11-09T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:29:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the current addiction.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;One pathetic comment. :&lt;br /&gt;Towned with clique yesterday. (: Met Nette at Compass heights, then Bestaye. Sassy, being the &lt;em&gt;Finally Fifteen&lt;/em&gt; girl, she's the late bird of the day. -.-" I was an early bird &amp; I caught Nette as my worm. :D Sassy was late for &lt;s&gt;half an hour&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt;(she ought to thank god we didn't said punishment the day before for late-coming).&lt;/i&gt; After that, took a train down to Cine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestaye &amp;amp; I was uber hungry so we went to the jap restaurant in the basement to have our lunch. I haven't had that since my birthday. Heh. After that, went to take neos. Toilet-ed &amp; saw Van with her gf! x) Wanted to watch movie but there ain't any. :\ I wanna watch &lt;em&gt;In Her Shoes, Mapada Island of Fortunes, &lt;strong&gt;Just Like Heaven&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; The Exorcism of Emily Rose!&lt;/em&gt; x) We end up watching Home Sweet Home. Before that, Emy, HueySi with some girl &amp; Christine came. Emy shares the same birthdate as Sass. :D So qiao. Yknow the show is fucking scary &amp;amp; in there it's so fucking cold. People around are minas &amp; mud. :\ &amp;amp; they keep making fun of the chinese &amp; the screaming people. Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I left the theatre around 5.10pm. Got dinner at home. :\ The whole entire family's in deep shit. Sigh fuck everything. Thursday, which is tomorrow. Meeting. not really a meeting but talk things out. RAH I DON'T WANT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, I'm gonna get my new line tomorrow too. But I'll still be using the current one. I'll inform yall. :) Melissa from 987FM called me up to ask if I'm interested in the Radio Academy thingy. I feel so shitty, I just rejected &amp;amp; said no. :\ I want but haiya. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="200" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/NEOS.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's clique without Qiaos &amp; aiks, no space. :&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to Jace's &amp;amp; Bestaye's birthday. 3weeks + 4 days more to Nette's birthday. Nette told us she's gonna have bbq around her place there. Then we all gonna have camp/chalet at her place. 3day 2night &lt;em&gt;tour.&lt;/em&gt; :D 1month + 2weeks more to christmas! =DD I can't wait. Town is already decorated with Christmas things. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back me down from backing up&lt;br /&gt;Hold your breath now it's stacking up&lt;br /&gt;Etched with marks, but I can deal&lt;br /&gt;And you're the problem and you can't feel&lt;br /&gt;Try this on, straitjacket feeling&lt;br /&gt;so maybe I won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;Take back now, my life you're stealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday was over&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust you is just one defense&lt;br /&gt;off a list of others, you don't make sense&lt;br /&gt;Beg me time and time again&lt;br /&gt;to take you back now, but you can't win&lt;br /&gt;Take back now, my life you're stealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was over&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me again&lt;br /&gt;but today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you put me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm holding on by letting go of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the memory slips away&lt;br /&gt;There will be a better view from here&lt;br /&gt;And only lonesome you remains&lt;br /&gt;and just the thought of you I fear&lt;br /&gt;it falls away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was over&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever thought you'd be&lt;br /&gt;That face is tearing holes in me again&lt;br /&gt;but today I'm fine without you&lt;br /&gt;Runaway this time without you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you put me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm holding on by letting go of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice song. :) Off I go now. Lunch with Mom &amp;amp; Dad later. Oh wheee! xD&lt;br /&gt;-Ily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113150686611271196?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113150686611271196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113150686611271196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-current-addiction.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113141395316495823</id><published>2005-11-08T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T09:39:13.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know a girl, she puts the colours inside of my world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Firstly to SassyLMK,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;She's &lt;em&gt;Finally Fifteen&lt;/em&gt; today. x) Out later. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I did blogged about yesterday. &amp; I think I'm here to reply tags. Hahaha! Yeah correct. =\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh wait. I went to HAZEL(:'s blog &amp; I found this quiz, about what birthdate means. :D Here's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;You are a virtual roller coaster of emotions, and most people enjoy the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Your mood tends to set the tone of the room, and when you're happy, this is a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you get in a dark mood, watch out - it's very hard to get you out of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;It's sometimes hard for you to cheer up, and your gloom can be contagious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Your strength: Your warm heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your weakness: Trouble controlling your emotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Your power color: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your power symbol: Musical note&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Your power month: February &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The italic ones are so true. Wellwell. x) I think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BlogThings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is so cool. So much quizzes. Heh, they keep me entertained. :D &amp; my japanese name is Nozomi Ito. What crap. HAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm starting to dislike Nov, Dec &amp; Jan. Yeah yall will probably go, &lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt; Because of some shit lah. I'm trying to get over it. I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk till the end of the road, you'll still find me. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/LASTDAY028.jpg" style="border:5px solid #000000; margin:2px" width="285" height="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;That's the birthday girlie. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm off to get dressed &amp; wake that pig in her sty up. :) TATA &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Keep commenting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black;color:limegreen;"&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;TingShan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's not call Holidays, YET. I still got school.... So dread! )=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;HAZEL(:,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ohohohoh! I know now! :D Hahah you left the link =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Cheryl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In your blog. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;CHERYLF,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you truckloads too. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha, my skin. Don't forget. I can't wait. I want a newwwww url. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;VARRON ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's all so random &amp; somewhat boring. My days can't get any better. :\ Hahah. But anyway, thanks! Cheers mate! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(: Anne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No, hug the optician. 'Cos I'm gonna get it cheaperrrrrr than yours. Hahah! Anyway, you stopped wearing it isit? I don't see you wear it anymore. )= Your gift is with me. Come &amp; collllllllect it. I love you girlie! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;meg ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It is a school, my dear! Ang Mo Kio area. &amp; you're back from the shopping spree! :D My turn to fly now. -carry all bags&amp; smile widely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome To My Life // Simple Plan*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113141395316495823?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113141395316495823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113141395316495823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-know-girl-she-puts-colours-inside-of.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113135637288742815</id><published>2005-11-07T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T17:39:32.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause our days were numbered by nights on too many rooftops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so bored &amp; tired now. :\ Shall talk about tday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School early this morning. Met Sass &amp; LYJun at the bus stop. :D Did Mayflower's prelim paper. Maths is so hopeless. =\ After that went to compass. Wandered around 'cos it's only frikkin' 9am. None of the shops were opened lah. Walked to Mos, sat there &amp; waited till around 10am, ate there. xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Walked around. Sass suggested to go Hougang Mall. So trained down. She went to collect her contacts. I saw the &lt;strong&gt;RED/BLACK/WHITE&lt;/strong&gt; frames that gf have! :D HAWHAWHAW. It's only uh 98 buckeroos. YAYIE. After that, off to buy bubble tea! YUMYUM :] Walked to the bus stop. Took 80 back home. &amp; on the bus..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On that long bus ride home, I couldn't feel you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I look next to me, my shadow I see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Where are you? Where is this beautiful guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maybe in someone else's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Come back to me, I need you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I'm the flower, you're like the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some sort of that. So retardedddddddd, i feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;TATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113135637288742815?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113135637288742815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113135637288742815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/cause-our-days-were-numbered-by-nights.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113118524894199591</id><published>2005-11-05T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:07:29.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAY'S NEW ALBUM IS OUT!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FA RU XUE IS SO FUCKING GOOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheryl Lim is going overseas. &amp; Glynis Tan is not happy about it. Okay, she's going there to study &amp; I think I should be happy for her. ): But I'll miss her. I'll miss her a lot more than usual. :\ &lt;strong&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Home the whole day. :) Imma' goody girlie! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Random post, off I go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fa Ru Xue's playing on repeat! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Go listen to it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Keep the comments coming in babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113118524894199591?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113118524894199591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113118524894199591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/jays-new-album-is-out-fa-ru-xue-is-so.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113109964503962417</id><published>2005-11-04T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T18:21:49.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;She's the only picture in the magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blogger is not screwed, it's just me. I went to click on the Edit Html tab instead of the Compose one. How dumb of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today. Almost late. :\ Always like that lah. Passed the gift to Michelle today. Thanks dearie :D Maths was BLANK. I skipped two lessons that's why. :\ I'm so dead, I don't know how am I gonna catch up. Ugh Mrs Ong asked Sass to teach me. I doubt we'll have the time. &amp; she gave&lt;/span&gt; us homework!!! Oh my tiannnnnnnnn. Transformation, I think. ARGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to RM with &lt;span style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 5px solid"&gt;Sass, Qiaos &amp;amp; Michelle!! :D&lt;/span&gt; Ate Mac's breakfast at Long John's. Yumyum!! =DD Strikes 11am, Mich &amp; Sass rushed to the counter to get the combo. I dislike LJS's breakfast. They were like damn hungry &amp;amp; the people in there took a long time to prepare their combo. Hahah, Mich was like WHY SO LONG!!! :D Sat there, talked &amp; laughed a lot. Our &lt;em&gt;SEX &amp;amp; WHAT THE FUCK&lt;/em&gt; conversation attracted the uncle with a kid opposite us. Hahah! Sass was like.. yall the &lt;em&gt;SEX &amp; WHAT THE FUCK&lt;/em&gt; not very loud what, the next table keep looking. :\ We had so much fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to school, toilet-ed. Mich went down to NP store for Sec1s campfire. The planning was really early, hur? Anyway, we took a bus to compass after that. Walked around. Went to look for shoeesssssss. Qiaos wanted to look for uh the other kind of shoes. Stick-on kind. She don't wanna wear shoe lace kind anymore. :] I looked like some geek, I carried two bloody files!! Hmph, bestaye's maths file was with me lah. Went to slack at compass heights. Talked about our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black;color:#ffffff;" &gt;EYECANDYs((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Heh. Then our crushes &amp;amp; loves(: Then our &lt;em&gt;how-did-you-spend-your-last-occasion&lt;/em&gt;(like vday, xmas). FUN! Hahah, Sass's new friend's name is.. &lt;strong&gt;AUGUST(:&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;WEILIANG^&lt;/strong&gt; (the ^ represents higher tone) Her friends got weird name. &amp;amp; Weiliang's voice sound like some bung but it's a guy. He's 14 &amp; Qiaos said that maybe because he havent break voice. Rofl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home around 4plus. :D Online! I love talking to &lt;span style="BORDER-BOTTOM: black 5px solid"&gt;NingtheNinnyNimcompoop!&lt;/span&gt; Hahah, she's my #1 fan! Hahah &amp;amp; she's gonna make a fan listing icon for me! For being a fan, that is. Hahah, silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND: black;color:red;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NING! }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah I was really bored &amp;amp; no one talk to me! Hahah, AMANDA HUGANDKISS!? Hahha SO RETARDEDDDDDDDDD! Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JER! }&lt;/strong&gt; I'm really bored that's why dearie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRISS! }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah obvious right! Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAROLINE! }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey carolllllll. :) I hope you're good. I miss you so many! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLFOO! }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah TALLIE! Don't think you very tall then can bully hor. I'll relink you soon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLLio!}&lt;/strong&gt; Heh I'll be going bangkok on 25th. I'll get the gifts there I think. KL got nothing much lah! :\ Heh. :D I miss talking to youuuuuu. I hardly see you online now ay? :\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm out! TATA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniel Beddingfield // If Youre Not The One*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;And know my heart is by your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113109964503962417?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113109964503962417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113109964503962417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/shes-only-picture-in-magazineblogger.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113106477321708185</id><published>2005-11-04T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T08:39:33.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to school for maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;So dreadful lah ):&lt;br /&gt;I think blogger's screwed. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna pass ____'s gift to michelle later on.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she doesn't go 'weird' :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;glynis what the fuck are you doing!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm so contradicting. =&lt;br /&gt;Alright bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113106477321708185?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113106477321708185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113106477321708185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/d-im-off-to-school-for-maths-lesson.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113099266243464730</id><published>2005-11-03T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:38:28.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is how we do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Know what? I'm gonna do quizzzzzzessss again! :D I've got nothing to blog about, suddenly. Oh no, wait. I met Sass, Nette &amp; Qiaos yesterday. :) Missed them hella lots. Talked a lil here &amp;amp; there. Bought the dye. I'm gonna have red hair! YAYIE! It's gonna be bad for my hair but aiks, I just wanna have fun. :D I think I'm falling sick. Sheesh. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;QUIZES! HERE I COME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are an Emo Rocker!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/emo-rocker.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you don't rock out...&lt;br /&gt;You just rock out with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #ff9900" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Haloween Costume Should Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd79a"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubeforhalloweenquiz/elvis-costume.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elvis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubeforhalloweenquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be For Halloween?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Alright that's so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Popular Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/popular.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In high school, everyone knew your name - even if you didn't know theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, your still skating by on your looks and charm. Nothing wrong with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha.. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was arrogant, acting like the dictator of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Ohhhhhh. =O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Musical Tastes Match: The Fab Five&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcelebritymatchesyourtasteinmusicquiz/fab-five.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Who the hell are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mariah Carey Shares Your Taste in Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/mariah-carey.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;=O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b6b6c2" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Outrageous Name is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/shocked.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ivonna Ardon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/"&gt;Outrageous Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;What a retarded name. Rofl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f8e8ff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fcf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You buy the sexiest underwear you kind find, and always have something hot on underneath your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #e1e1e1" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/red.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are sexy, powerful, and bold.&lt;br /&gt;You're full of passion and energy...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this passion has a dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel most alive when you're seducing someone.&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to get someone's attention.&lt;br /&gt;Quick minded, you're also quick to lose your temper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;YAYIE RED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster17.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hungry Giant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: Flocks of Freshmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Emo Kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Haha, monster name!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm off, I'll be back with more quizes! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;John Mayers // Daughters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;((((((((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113099266243464730?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113099266243464730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113099266243464730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-how-we-do-know-what-im-gonna.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113092398504230392</id><published>2005-11-02T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:11:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm crazy for this girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm quite bored. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b9d3ee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:+0;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Downtown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#c6e2ff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/downtown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;You're a funky spirit that requires freedom to live.&lt;br /&gt;Your city girl persona needs adventure, diversity, and great pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Are You Uptown or Downtown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#96D6C5;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are An Iris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C5EFE4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/iris.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a unique woman who needs a lot of novelty in her life.&lt;br /&gt;An inspiration seeker, you often have to change scenery to recharge.&lt;br /&gt;You don't deal well with structure or rules. You need to do it your own way.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationships are free and flowing. No one can tie you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flower Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Furry Boots&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbootsareyouquiz/furry-boots.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They're not just boots. They're your dancing shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatkindofbootsareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Boots Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Celebrity Sisters Are Mary-Kate and Ashley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/celebsistersquiz/olsen-twins.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funky, eccentric, and offbeat&lt;br /&gt;You're not a good girl or a bad girl, just a weird girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/celebsistersquiz/"&gt;Who Are Your Celebrity Sisters?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#87CEFA;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Sensitive Kisser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B5E1FC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/kissingstylequiz/sensitive-kisser.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For you, kissing is a way to connect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you need lot of care, attention, and privacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may take you a while to kiss someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you do, it's total fireworks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/kissingstylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Kissing Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFE7F3;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FEF4F9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F8E8FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Quote&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FCF3FF;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatlovequotesuitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Love Quote Suits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is a Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/isheaboyoramanquiz/man.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have yourself a perfect gentleman and a total keeper&lt;br /&gt;Your guy almost always acts appropriately&lt;br /&gt;He's probably even very upstanding when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;There's no boy left in your boyfriend - he's all man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/isheaboyoramanquiz/"&gt;Is He A Boy or a Man?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Good Student of Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/okay.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're pretty good at knowing what men are thinking&lt;br /&gt;But you're not dead on 100% of the time&lt;br /&gt;Let your guy off the hook sometimes... because you may be reading him all wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/"&gt;How Well Do You Understand Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FEA7B6;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's 90% Love and 10% Lust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCED6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/isitloveorlustquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You and your guy are truly in love, even if that spark seems to be a little dimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/isitloveorlustquiz/"&gt;Is It Lust or Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFE4E1;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Hang With the Guys and the Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF1EF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/both.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've struck a good balance between girlie and laid back.&lt;br /&gt;You can keep it casual but when you dress up, you are as girly as the next girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howgirlieareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girlie Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#E6E6FA;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Celebrity Style Twin is Nicole Richie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/nicole-richie.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The perfect blend of uptown and downtown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whosyourcelebritystyletwinquiz/"&gt;Who's" Your Celebrity Style Twin?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Element is Earth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatelementareyouquiz/earth.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your power color: yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy: balancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your season: changing of seasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you are a rock to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are skilled at working out even the most difficult problems.&lt;br /&gt;Low key and calm, you are happiest when you are around loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious and goal oriented, you have long term plans to be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatelementareyouquiz/"&gt;What Element Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B9D3EE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skinny Jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatstyleofjeansareyouquiz/skinny-jeans.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are classy and a bit formal when it comes to your personal style.&lt;br /&gt;Your look is feminine and well put together - and never trashy or too trendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatstyleofjeansareyouquiz/"&gt;What Style of Jeans Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life is Like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatjohncusackmovieareyouquiz/say-anything.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Say Anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatjohncusackmovieareyouquiz/"&gt;What John Cusack movie are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Reputation Is: Wild Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/wild-girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You love to give people something (and someone) to gossip about&lt;br /&gt;As far as you're concerned, all gossip is good gossip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourreputationquiz/"&gt;What's Your Reputation?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/last-years.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Your Relationship Will Last... A Long Time!&lt;/h2&gt;This may be hard for you to swallow, but you and your guy might not last&lt;br /&gt;At least not forever. He's somewhere between Mr. Right... and Mr. Right Now&lt;br /&gt;No doubt your guy is a great catch - and generally good to you&lt;br /&gt;The odds are, however, that someone better is out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/howlonglastquiz.html"&gt;How Long Will Your Relationship Last? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B9D3EE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Reeling Him In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/doyouhavehimhookedquiz/reeling-him-in.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It sounds like you and your guy are a fairly new couple.&lt;br /&gt;He's into you, but he's not willing to bet his life on it.&lt;br /&gt;But if you've been together for a while, you may need to consider why he's not hooked yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/doyouhavehimhookedquiz/"&gt;Do You Have Him Hooked?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Nail Polish Color is Magenta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/magenta.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How you're unique: You're confident - and you show everyone the true you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your style rocks: You have the attitude to carry the most outrageous outfits off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this color says about you: "Look at me. I know you want to!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcolornailpolishbestfitsyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFFFBF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Vibe Is Somewhat Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFE6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howsexyisyourvibequiz/somewhat-sexy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On a good day, you're the sexiest woman in the world&lt;br /&gt;But on a bad day, you can't help but feel a little average&lt;br /&gt;Try to remember the times you've felt the sexiest...&lt;br /&gt;And keep that attitude even on the worst of days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/howsexyisyourvibequiz/"&gt;How Sexy Is Your Vibe?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE9E9;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Part Diva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouadivaquiz/part-diva.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know that a girl's gotta work it to get her way in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And while you aren't about to throw a tantrum at every turn...&lt;br /&gt;You do amp up the drama when you know you need it.&lt;br /&gt;You mix charm, honesty, and kindness to get ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouadivaquiz/"&gt;Are You a Diva?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B9D3EE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ideal Marriage Proposal Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyouridealmarriageproposalquiz/romantic.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After dinner at your favorite restaurant, at the spot where you first kissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealmarriageproposalquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Marriage Proposal?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun. I'm off! &lt;3&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/7960158-113092398504230392?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113092398504230392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113092398504230392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-crazy-for-this-girlim-quite-bored.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113083433230812939</id><published>2005-11-01T04:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:28:03.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Home sweet home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm home I'm home! :D Home last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So.. How was your trip?"&lt;br /&gt;"uh perfectly fine and tiring."(supposed to be &lt;em&gt;but tiring&lt;/em&gt; but, aiks.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLIQUE CLIQUE CLIQUE! &lt;br /&gt; I MISS YALL! =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't upload the pictures yet. Rather lazy lah. :) Shall summerize everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up damn early in the morning, like around 5plus. The Leows were all in the bus already. Got onto the bus &amp; off to fetch Auntie Shirley, Jermaine &amp;amp; Grandma.=DD Four hours of bus ride. Bloody hell. Anyway, reached the hotel around 2plus, off to shop at KLCC! =DD That's the  Before that we went to Sungei Wing(spell?) to have lunch. The waitress at that noodle house, ought to be shot. She poured the whole bowl of HOT porriage on Aunt Ferline. Thank goodness nothing bad happened. :\ Off to KLCC after that. That's the Twin Tower place. Bloody huge I tell you! Bought a lot of things. Dinner-ed at Secret Recipe(spell?). The oreo chessecake sucks. Shopped till around 10plus, back to the hotel after that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Breakfast, off we go to Mid Valley. Huge shopping centre. :D Bought a lot of things again. =DD I can feel as thou my legs are swelling due to too much of walking. Rofl, but afterall it's was good :D Dinner was a disaster! Yknow that's this back lane thingy behind the hotel &amp; shit. Uncle Eric bought us there for dinner. All of us were chasing cockroaches. SCREAMS wtf. Auntie Shirley said this, "Glynis! Your best friend hor, I run she also run leh!" I was like EEEEEEEEWWWWWWH! Sat on the table, I feel so freaky. Uneasy. Trying to cross my legs &amp;amp; I felt the spiderwebs. I WAS LIKE DADDY CAN WE GO BACK? GRIZEL JUST WENT MUMMY I'M NOT GONNA WALK BACK THERE.(then dad asked uncle to prepare a bed for her 'cos she's not walking back, she's staying for the night, HAHA) &amp; the smell of drains are so bloody strong. Ew, freaky. But anyway it's better than "kitchen facing the rubbish chute(spell?)". I didn't dare to eat, really. Frog porriage, chicken wings, fried oyster, STINGRAY! Dad kept asking what I want, I just shut my mouth &amp; keep shaking my head. Uncle just told us off, asked all of us(cousins &amp; I) to grow up. We ate, by force. Walked by the other way when we went back to the hotel. Thank God. I DON'T WANNA GO THERE EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy, can we stay one more day?" Rofl, sis &amp; I were like complaining how short this shopping spree was. Bangkok on 25th, mom reminded us. But sad thing was, "No more &lt;em&gt;mom-buy-for-me-cos-i-feel-like-buying-and-i-feel-like-having-it&lt;/em&gt; shit" I always do that so yeah. :\ Shopped around the nearby shopping centres. :) The bus came to fetch us at 3pm. Reached home around 10plus. I was totally silent when everyone left. Way too tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was home all day today. :) Went to the club to swim in the evening. Dined there. :) Actually dad is super nice when he's not unreasonable. He's fun to play with sometimes. :D He planned to give me RM50 on the first day &amp; I have to use it to buy anything I want, for three days. &amp;amp; that is a big nono. In the end, he gave me RM100. =DD He paid for some other things thou. :D He wanna get me a iPod Nano but I have to give my zen baby to mom &amp; forget about getting a new phone. So I thought, I got zen baby &amp;amp; I ought to be happy enough 'cos Zel wants it but she don't have. :\ Changing phone &amp; number! =DD OHOHOH! &amp;amp; he said he'd consider buying a new camera for me. Heh, I kept complaining it's too blur, blah blah blah. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll upload the photos another time.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch // You Set Me Free*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113083433230812939?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113083433230812939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113083433230812939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/11/home-sweet-homeim-home-im-home-d-home.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113057958144836102</id><published>2005-10-29T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T17:53:04.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello all readers of Glynis's blog.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristle here.&lt;br /&gt;Glynis gave me her permission to blog for her.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you all just jealous?!&lt;br /&gt;Hurry turn green with envy!&lt;br /&gt;x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has ground-breakin' news to announce.&lt;br /&gt;-Drum rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SHE'S GOIN' TO KL UNTIL TUESDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,  =O  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm already missin' her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;My job here is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everyone,&lt;br /&gt;And hurry come back Glynis!&lt;br /&gt;I'm missin' you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Kristle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113057958144836102?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113057958144836102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113057958144836102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-all-readers-of-glyniss-blog.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113042175960673240</id><published>2005-10-27T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:02:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;MUMMY/ OHMYGODSXZ.2/ ONENIGHTSTAND/ QIAOSTICLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY finally 15 BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;P.S: Be honoured leh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;(ay I'm fifteen two months ago xP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO WELLO SEC4N! HERE I COME!&lt;/strong&gt; :D Yayie! Thank god. :) Two retained. Hilda &amp; Mansurah. :\ &amp;amp; it's quite unfair actually. Ohwell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;School was fun today :D Had some games &amp; shit in the morning. Bestaye came school to do CWO, angry die her. Mich skipped school again. Haiya whatever lah. Was with Xiuwen, Tricia, Sass, Shyan &amp; Qiaos. :) Tons of fun. Teachers were dressed in some costumes, :D Miss Sek looked funny. Hee. Mrs Lim look so WHA. Heh. The ttiny 'concert' we had so fun. :) I WANT THE RAAD! MAGAZINE. I don't know why I want it for but I just want it. For fun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sass's current favourite phrase : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SADNESS IN THE EYES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&amp; it got Qiaos &amp;amp; I kinda addicted to it. Thankyou Sass. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Maia's voice is nice! Her songs are a-okay. :) Kinda rock. I love that 'zhi guai wo'. :D Smoothing! Heh. Okay random!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;After school went to Hougang Mall for lunch with Nette &amp; Sass. :D I finally got my comb &amp;amp; pins x) Nette went back home, Sass &amp; I went to walk around. Went to library, borrowed books! Got the NoApologises one. Sass borrowed some grief book. Quite nice. :D While we were walking around, saw Gwen with her friends. She was waving to me but I was thinking who she was. Hahah &amp;amp; I was thinking thinking then she give that sad look. Hahah I'm so slow leh. Kwai was there too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; KNOW WHAT? I SAW EYECANDY!!! OH MAN. :D:D:D OMG! SCREAMS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay shut up now glynis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Home after that, (: YAYIE! Dinner at Swensen's just now. Saw Peggy. She's working there. Saw Sass's eyecandy. TEEHEE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm a happier girl compared to yesterday. (: Eyecandy can make me smile. &amp; I think I'm going gugugaga over her. Shyan said I sound as though I'm in love with her. Hahah, maybe. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;If you were to put both ____ &amp; ____ in front of me now, I can't decide. Am I falling again or am I starting to let go? Shiat glynis, don't fall into this again. No I'm not gonna fall again, I'm getting out. Out glynis, out! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Yummy yummy showing now! Yay, I'm out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Oh! My ZEN had a facelift. :) I'll post the pictures another time. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Beat Of My Heart // Hilary Duff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm thinking about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Letting it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna give in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna go out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm looking around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I finally found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;The rhythm of love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;The feeling of sound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's making a change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;The feeling is strange,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Its coming right back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;right back in my range,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Not worried about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;anything else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm waking up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;to the beat of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113042175960673240?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113042175960673240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113042175960673240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-darkness-turns-to-light-it-ends.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113014772362704037</id><published>2005-10-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:51:19.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel like going MIA. Qiaos would probably know why. )): &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How will you feel when your beloved one is closer to your friends than you? Asking me to look at the photo in the phone was worse. What the fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday; 241005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed three including english. -jumps for joy. I'm happy enough, I just wanna get promoted. :) School was better. Not as boring. :D Got this NoApologies workshop. It's about love life &amp; sex. I learnt something, it's interesting lah. Sarah &amp;amp; Roy are the facilitators. Sarah got a damn sweet boyfriend! =DD He wrote 24 reasons why she's special to him on her birthday last year(they weren't together then). Sarah always thinks she's not attractive enough 'cos during her secondary school days, her friends has got people who likes them but she doesn't have. So tha first reason her boyfriend wrote was.. "You're beautiful &amp; you don't know it." How sweeeeet. :) After school went compass with the rest to have lunch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday; 251005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;School was just slacking. :) Coolness. Fourteen retainees from 3C this year. Reaction : Huh, OMG! &amp; I fear that I might be one of them. Stupid, I passed three but I'm still afraid. It's fucking risky lah. Okay whatever. Actually I can't remember what we did yesterday. I know we went compass after school, for lunch. Bestaye skipped school again, so did Mich. What the fuck lah, all ps-ed us. Hmph :\ Anyway quite fun. :D All we did in school was just slack. Oh we had a talk. Appearance talk. Quite cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;OHOHOHOH I REMEMBER NOW! SARAH LAU &lt;s&gt;MEI QIN&lt;/s&gt; SAW MY EYECANDY! =D BUT I DIDN'T. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;LJS @ RM! :D Omg I really wanna go anti-compasspoint already. Damn fucking bored of that place. Finally today Sass suggested something else. School was a-okay! Fun, slacked. Miss Sek told us one's gonna drop outta school, few got advanced, the rest retained. Oh man. :\ I must work hard next year, I have to. I really have to. I must start my revision early. I have to. Okay wait, by saying &amp; doing nothing won't work. Okay shut up now. Went RM for lunch. Nette got some workshop on, bestaye skipped school again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess today was HILARIOUS. xD -looks at Mich, Shyan &amp;amp; Sass. I just made a fool outta myself by smiling non-stop 'cos BLAH, sensored! :D Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;See how happy you can make me. :D Smile die me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD I LOVE MY EYECANDY. :) IM ADDICTED TO HER I GUESS. AWWW (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Replies are all back in your blogs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn Me On // Kevin Lyttle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For the longest time we jamming in the party &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And your winnin on me&lt;br /&gt;Pushing everything right back on top of me(yeah)&lt;br /&gt;But if you think you're gonna get away from me &lt;br /&gt;You better change your mind &lt;br /&gt;You're going home &lt;br /&gt;You're going home with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113014772362704037?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113014772362704037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113014772362704037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-your-hearts-not-in-iti-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-113003704233782717</id><published>2005-10-23T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:06:39.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss your love in every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to bestaye's show last night. :) Uploading the pictures now. Anyway, met the rest at compass around 4pm. Shyan's mom injured her back, she couldn't tag along. Mich gotta go out with Adel, last min. :\ Serene &amp; Shermin didn't contact Nette, so we all assume they ain't going. Something stupid happened when we arrived, shan't mention. Walked around, bought earrings(just because I didn't change mine, hee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trained down to Paya Lebar. :) Walked to Singapore Post. The event is held there &amp;amp; I didn't know. Roflol. Met Jasmit &amp; SarahF there. Alex came awhile after we arrived. They went to Kopitiam while we went to LJS to eat while wait. :) A lot of minahs &amp;amp; muds, total turn off. Anyways! Jasmit &amp; all went to 'reserve' seats for us, thankyou! :D Sat right in front. They frikkin' delayed the time! &amp;amp; we waited for more than an hour. Thanks to the GOH. :\ Kelly, Yannee, Persis &amp; Hilda came around 6plus. :) Saw Lynn, Lynette &amp;amp; Shauna at the other side. The show started around.. 8plus. BESTAYE IS SO PRETTY! :D So is Carla. &amp; bestaye's friend, Monique! :D Actually they're all pretty lah. One of them look like Natasha -.- Hahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was afterall, good. :D Went to look for Bestaye after the show, took photos &amp;amp; we went off. Trained down to Bugis. Supposed to go Tampines but we took the wrong train, haha. Ate Mos Burger, cabbed home. Screw the cabs lah hor. Waited for half an hour for a frikkin' cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos uploaded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;P=F069&amp;amp;AID=2950172&amp;Pres=Y"&gt;http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;amp;P=F069&amp;AID=2950172&amp;amp;Pres=Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion Fiesta! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, screw that bitch at the haloscan. Yeah like fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's monday &amp;amp; it's the promotion test. (*sings dead on arrival) HOW HOW HOW):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;REPLIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;STEPH }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So did you go?! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;JER }&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Hee, I can see that you're frikkin' bored. You changed two skins in a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;SASS }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You can comment!? I thought you can't? Hahha GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;NING }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahha thanks dearie. Thanks for standing by me &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; time. Hahah btw it's not all me! The first two only. :D The rest is my friends. :)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foo Fighters // The Best Of You*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Are you gone and onto someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I needed somewhere to hang my head without your noose&lt;br /&gt;You gave me something that I didn't have but had no use&lt;br /&gt;I was too weak to give in, too strong to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is under arrest again but I break loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My head is giving me life or death but I can't choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I swear I'll never give in, I refuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-113003704233782717?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113003704233782717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/113003704233782717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-miss-your-love-in-every-way.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112989199891606893</id><published>2005-10-21T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T18:53:19.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't express the way sometimes you make me feel so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sass loves to read my blog so I shall blog. There ain't much comments! Tsk, nvm. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Got back all my results. As expected. Sat in the hall the whole day. Keep talking, it never stops. :D (I really don't know what to blog about, today's fucking boring.) Bestaye skipped school 'cos she had already done up her hair &amp; it's all in foil. Hahah, like some mad woman I think. YJ came to talk to us &amp;amp; we were laughing like there's no tmr. &amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; we dug out her secret. :D:D:D:D She have/used to have ZI BI ZHENG! I think she still have. I don't know what's the correct term for that lah. Omg &amp; we kept making fun of her. The signs are showing. Hahah! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Miss Teh was being sucha pest just now in art room. Sass got the urge to f her upside down. RAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bestaye's show tmr, at Paya Lebar. Gonna meet the rest 4pm at compass. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll miss my eyecandy. ): Eyecandy eyecandy eyecandy =DD Heh. Natasha has graduated from SJC. Bloody hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess who! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="350" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS004.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="350" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS003.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="255" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS002.jpg" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 5px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 5px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 5px solid" height="350" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/BABYPHOTOS001.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Comment on the photos okay!! xD Heh. Bye (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112989199891606893?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112989199891606893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112989199891606893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-express-way-sometimes-you-make.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112980778306342279</id><published>2005-10-20T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T19:39:00.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Dress it out with the trappings of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;181005; Tuesday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll summarize everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;SAT workshop, some animation shit.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun but tiring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, lunched at compass with SJ, Kelly, Sass &amp; Nette. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;191005; Wednesday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school, friendster-ed a lot. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;Mom came home, brought Zell &amp; I to KouFu for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Zell went for tuition, mom &amp;amp; I went to polyclinic to get my mc.&lt;br /&gt;Mom was so fucking nice &amp; funny!&lt;br /&gt;At least for once lah. xD&lt;br /&gt;Ate Ya Kun &amp;amp; that italian ice-cream x)&lt;br /&gt;MOM MIGHT BUY ME THAT WEAVED BAG! xD&lt;br /&gt;Heh, she's so nice, for the first time. :D&lt;br /&gt;Aunt's place for dinner, home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today x) School was fun! Did wire sculpture! So fun, got a few scratches 'cos of the sharp wire. Hahah, did something for ____. :D:D:D For no reason &amp; I think she'll think I'm crazy. &amp;amp; probably she'll go, "weird." Not "thanks" but "weird." = She's always like that. Nevermind lah, used to it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&amp; now she messages someone else. Should I go 'Oh okay, that's good. In a way it saves my fucking bill.' or 'Huh.. Orh as long as she's happy lah. (&amp;amp;smile)' or 'Huh..(&amp;go home cry)' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS IS SO FUCKED UP. YES FUCK YOU. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I got 48.3 for chinese(eoys overall), fucked up a-nort? Another one more percent lah donkey! I got 43 for art paper(main paper only). It feels as though it's end of the world, 'cos I might fail my overall &amp;amp; I have to drop ART(a big nono). I'm dead I'm dead. We'll be getting back all tmr, promotion test on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I retain, I would..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;go MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have a lot of fun &amp; goodbye to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;just.. goodbye to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;CRY MY EYEBALLS OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not answer any phonecalls or smses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do not, I'll continue smiling, achieving goals in life, continue spreading the love. :) &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; &amp; &amp;amp; I'd pray &amp;amp; thank God first. :D SHHHHH I don't wanna think so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;CHERYL LIO }&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Hello back to you! Heh, yes soon! This saturday xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;CHERYL LIM }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, Cheryl I miss you lah. )x This saturday, yay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;KRISS }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hello! I'll link you up, like after I update. Hahha YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;CHERYL FOO }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh please, don't be nervous lah. Give your best, tallie! Good luck! xD Ily! &lt;3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;YILE }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yileeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;NING }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, I wasn't online last night. :\ Was out at aunt's place for dinner x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;JER }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh man, P6 right? When I was in p6, we got a lot of fun things to do at school after PSLE. Haha. Actually that's partly the reason why I skipped school today. :) LOVEYA! &lt;3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;TOI }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HUH I DON’T GET YOU !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NING }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aye? Really ah? 21st of sept? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;EKIRA }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha alright, thanks! xD I &lt;3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;KRISTLE }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, I know that deep in my heart xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something About You// Corrinne May*&lt;br /&gt;I heart this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you do to me but&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I'm with you it's a natural high&lt;br /&gt;It's like re-discovering Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with chocolate-coated rainbows and cotton candy skies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you look my way&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Something in your smile&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way you move me&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to sing&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to dance&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I think I'll hire Cupid&lt;br /&gt;He'll make you see &lt;strong&gt;I'm more than your friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be tossing and turning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counting the hours till you see me again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when we meet you'll&lt;br /&gt;Kiss my hand and say the words I've longed to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Something in your smile&lt;br /&gt;Something in the way you move me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You make me want to sing&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to dance&lt;br /&gt;Make me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm falling in love with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to sing,&lt;br /&gt;make me want to dance,&lt;br /&gt;make me want to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm falling in love with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/3 strong &lt;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112980778306342279?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112980778306342279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112980778306342279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/dress-it-out-with-trappings-of-love.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112968399252876098</id><published>2005-10-19T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T09:06:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August,&lt;br /&gt;Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave&lt;br /&gt;and fearless.Firm and has leadership qualities.&lt;br /&gt;Knows how to console others. Too generous and&lt;br /&gt;egoistic. Takes high pride of oneself. Thirsty&lt;br /&gt;for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily&lt;br /&gt;angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks&lt;br /&gt;quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead&lt;br /&gt;and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the&lt;br /&gt;arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not&lt;br /&gt;petty. Poor resistance against illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic.&lt;br /&gt;Loving and caring. Loves to make friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Conspiracy911/quizzes/What%20does%20your%20birth%20month%20reveal%20about%20you%3F%20(read%20memo)%20/"&gt;What does your birth month reveal about you? (read memo) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112968399252876098?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112968399252876098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112968399252876098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/august-loves-to-joke.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112954482788357498</id><published>2005-10-17T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:27:07.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How much does it hurt to know the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;School was effing boring. Talks &amp; more talks. I'm dying of boredom. I wanna skip school but I'll miss out the fun. No, I shall just endureeeeee. STD, cancer &amp;amp; LEAPS talk today. STD talk was so disgusting. Yuck. Had recess after that. Skipped the cancer talk. LEAPS talk was in hall &amp; it's so frikkin' boring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've done up the burn book. &amp; I've wrote something in there. :) Like yay. Nothing to be happy about actually. Bad karma, tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Compass, home. :) Good Girly! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll blog another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rushing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The nick, oh my.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I found out about #### &amp;amp; ###### today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Shit, fuck it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112954482788357498?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112954482788357498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112954482788357498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-much-does-it-hurt-to-know-truth.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112947199966550765</id><published>2005-10-16T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:13:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somethings are better left unsaid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;P=F069&amp;amp;AID=2928213&amp;Pres=Y"&gt;http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;amp;P=F069&amp;AID=2928213&amp;amp;Pres=Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Michelle's 15th birthday :) Pictures up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Michelle's birthday was a blast! =DD I had so much fun. There were both ups &amp; downs lah. To me, that is. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stayed home till around 1plus, went down to meet them at two &amp; reached at three. Met Girlfriend, Qiaos, Mich &amp;amp; Adel at Wisma! =D Walked around. Topshop, they dont have the skirt I want anymore. Bloody hell. Fila, they got this nice nice nice orange pouch! But I got mine already. :D Nokia, they got the phone I want(duh) but the price is damn beautiful. Walked out &amp; pop by Ben's workplace, said hi &amp;amp; stuff &amp; went off. On the way to Paragon, some Team Spore thing lah. Wrote messages for them, got Milo! &amp;amp; I drank two packs 'cos I'm hungry &amp; thirsty. Heh, &amp;amp; they call me "the milo girl". Teehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Paragon-ed, Toys'r'Us! =D The pictures we took are waaaaaaaaaaaay retarded but fun! (: "Mins, Cherly &amp; Anna ain't coming eh." It was a prank &amp;amp; it got her all down. I bet it made her cry lah. :) Hahha, Adel lied so much! :D Trained down to City Hall &amp; the two of them came in blur roses &amp;amp; tahdah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Trained down to Marina Bay, got "kidnapped" in a tiny van. Hahah, STEAMBOAT/BBQ! :D Gf got so into her buns! xD Laughters &amp; more laughters. Silly gf open up the cover for the live prawns. &amp;amp; I just jumped up LIKE THAT. Hahah! Gf did her "bun-cake" with re-lightable candles! Hahah, silly Mich have to blow it again &amp; again. :) With a birthday song! :D heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Off to the Esplanade! Kwai &amp; Karin came down with a cake. They got Mich all surprised. :) Another birthday song! the bloody muds there sang along. -.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fun-filled, totally! xD We shall do it again! Adel, Anne, Mich &amp; I &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gf : "Wo jue de ni hen brave."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Me : "Ay? Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Gf : "Cos you know whats gonna happen, but you still do it. I mean, if its me, I'm not gonna do it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Me: "Yeah hello. BLAH okay bye." See, I knew that would be her reaction. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing to be proud of, I feel stupid. You know it's a dead end but you go on &amp; walk. What the fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VARRON }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, thanks for commenting! Hahah, &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PJ }&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, I'm so sorry lovely!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANCE }&lt;/strong&gt; Thankyou, I have them already :) thanks bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLF }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahhaha, back in your comment box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle }&lt;/strong&gt; hellooooooooo back to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;CAMMII } HEH I MISS YOU LAH! :) HUGS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;HEY } Ay? You're? You don't have to know who that was for. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Daniel Bedingfield // All Your Attention*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don’t want to share you with the stars in the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I only want you to only want me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now, then and forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Even jealous of the sun in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want you looking at me, only me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I want all your attention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;points to title, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think I'm gonna keep it all within myself. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm tired of acting like I'm fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112947199966550765?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112947199966550765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112947199966550765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/somethings-are-better-left-unsaid.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112935449280920568</id><published>2005-10-15T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T13:34:52.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We keep pretending it's nothing wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;See how much the clique misses you, see how much they've done for you. I know this is none of my shit to bother, but &lt;em&gt;I saw the pain in them&lt;/em&gt;. :\ you're not that sort of people, you're not. Remember how you would always tell me to pick myself up again? I do, I always have, always will. You can do it, love. You did once, you did twice, you did thrice, you can do it again. You're a way stronger person than many others, I'm sure you can do it. Have the determination &amp; I'm sure you'll walk through this painful road &amp;amp; walk into that happier place. &amp; see, see the people around you. &lt;strong&gt;They all wanna be there, they all wanna listen you, they all wanna share the pain with you. They'll walk through this painful path with you, no matter what.&lt;/strong&gt; Put yourself in their shoes &amp;amp; think. If it's you, you wouldn't want that to happen to, right? Perhaps their presense affects you, brings you all the way back to the past. But hey, snap back to reality, it's gone &amp; done. Lovely, time would heal the wound. :) &lt;em&gt;Fear not, the clique is there for you.&lt;/em&gt; Ignoring them is not gonna solve the problem. Hiding is not gonna solve the problem. Keeping everything to yourself is not gonna solve the problem either. Open up, you just gotta open up to them. Step up to it, face it, deal with it. The strongest people on earth are able to get over &amp;amp; done with all these &amp; move on easily. Get over it, kan kai yi dian. &lt;strong&gt;"There's gotta be more to life than temporary highs, let go if you have to."&lt;/strong&gt; You're a way stronger person, you're. Don't let these bring you down, down, down &amp;amp; down. It's YOU who makes the decision, it's YOU who have to face it, step up to it, deal with it. Don't drag this any longer &amp; bring even more pain to the loves in your life. Think about it, wake up with a new day tmr. A whole new YOU, a new life, a new beginning :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; smile more. :) I miss seeing you &amp;amp; your lovely smile. It brighten ups my day, yknow? &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;/ AH LIM/ BFRIEND/ LIL'ONE/ MEEPOK/ OHMYGODSXZ3/ NIANGTOUFU! :D Enjoy your day alrights! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ii lurbb chewww~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love you lah. :D XOXO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm meeting them later, I guess. My effing irriating sister is bugging me. I'll probably reply the comments when I'm free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112935449280920568?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112935449280920568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112935449280920568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-keep-pretending-its-nothing-wrong.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112926204472584861</id><published>2005-10-14T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:57:12.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Advanced Global Personality Test Results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="4" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#eeeeee" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/extraversion.html" target="_blank"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/stability.html" target="_blank"&gt;Stability&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/orderliness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Orderliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;33%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/accommodation.html" target="_blank"&gt;Accommodation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/interdependence.html" target="_blank"&gt;Interdependence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/intellectual.html" target="_blank"&gt;Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/mystical.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mystical&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/artistic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Artistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/religious.html" target="_blank"&gt;Religious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hedonism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hedonism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/materialism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Materialism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/narcissism.html" target="_blank"&gt;Narcissism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/adventurousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;23%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/workethic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Work ethic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;30%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/selfabsorbed.html" target="_blank"&gt;Self absorbed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/conflictseeking.html" target="_blank"&gt;Conflict seeking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/needtodominate.html" target="_blank"&gt;Need to dominate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #dddddd; COLOR: black" cellspacing="2" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/romantic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Romantic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;76%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/avoidant.html" target="_blank"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/antiauthority.html" target="_blank"&gt;Anti-authority&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/wealth.html" target="_blank"&gt;Wealth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/dependency.html" target="_blank"&gt;Dependency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;63%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/changeaverse.html" target="_blank"&gt;Change averse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/cautiousness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/individuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Individuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/sexuality.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/peterpancomplex.html" target="_blank"&gt;Peter pan complex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;56%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalsecurity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical security&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/physicalfitness.html" target="_blank"&gt;Physical Fitness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;17%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/histrionic.html" target="_blank"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/paranoia.html" target="_blank"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;43%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/vanity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Vanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/hypersensitivity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Hypersensitivity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/types/femalecliche.html" target="_blank"&gt;Female cliche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;83%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stability&lt;/strong&gt; results were low which suggests you are very worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orderliness&lt;/strong&gt; results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraversion&lt;/strong&gt; results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;trait snapshot:&lt;br /&gt;craves attention, messy, open, rash, irritable, likes large parties, low self control, weird, fragile, does not like to be alone, emotionally sensitive, worrying, depressed, heart over mind, does not respect authority, dependent, not rule conscious, not good at saving money, more interested in relationships than intellectual pursuits, likes to fit in, very social, frequently second guesses self, phobic, suspicious, not careful, outgoing, vain, compassionate, aggressive, likes to make fun, hates to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global-adv.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ripped this from Cheryl(: Try it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Happy belated birthday, YueMin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Happy birthday, SinYee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VAN`}&lt;/strong&gt; I miss you too. :) Heh, so much to catch up please! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NING! }&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, nincompoop! PHOTOS! xD Thanks nincompoop. Heh, I love you Ning! Talk to you soon. (i love to talk to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL Lio }&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, 20th! I can't wait I can't wait. YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FISHBALL }&lt;/strong&gt; Hello fishball! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEPH }&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, I love you lah steph. Thanks for almost everything, yes? Hugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLF }&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, thanks! I miss you! x) TALLIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANCE }&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I will. Thanks bro! I miss talking to you, yknow! I'll see you around in school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADELINE }&lt;/strong&gt; Yeap, thanks love! Hugs back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JERLENE }&lt;/strong&gt; Hello Jerlene! xD Thanks for commenting. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NNATS }&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks nnats. You sound bouncey, the way you type. Hahah! Oh I havent go to your blog yet! =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Story Of The Year // Until The Day I Die*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My hands are at your throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; I think I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We made the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mistakes like friends do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112926204472584861?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112926204472584861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112926204472584861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/advanced-global-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112917001415103224</id><published>2005-10-13T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T10:20:14.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dreamt of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know what to say to make myself feel better. Yeah I keep saying don't bother, don't worry about me. But deep inside I do know I want you to care, to bother &amp; worry. I feel sucha bitch saying this. Yeah I know you miss her, you want her back. :\ Go for it, nods. It's your happiness. Don't keep trying to use words to make me give up or whatsoever. It's making me better, it's making me worst than ever. Yeah right you'll never leave, you'll never let that day happen. Forget it lah. Saying that you'll always be there, I can always confide anything in you. These are all crap &amp; rubbish &amp;amp; lies. Thankyou fatassliar. Take it that I'm a fool, fooled by your sweet nothings time &amp; time again. Better off without me? Sure, go ahead. I don't ask for more, I didn't even expect you to do anything or whatever fuck. Stay with me, be another her. She left &amp; I don't know what to do, you came in. Yeah go on &amp;amp; say it's another replacement shit. But no, you're another her. Exactly, promises here &amp; there but you'll never do it. If you think this is doing the both of us good, I'm sorry but no. It's not. I'm dying, tearing, crying on the inside &amp; smiling on the outside. To you, that is. Friends are more important, yeah this I know. To you that has never changed. I'm tired, sick &amp;amp; tired. You always say this but you're doing that. C'mon, I'm not born yesterday or whatever fuck. Thanks for acting like you cared. Thanks for ignoring the shit outta me. Thank you, Nods. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;We can forget about making brownies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can forget about the M1 card. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can forget about the movie I wanan give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can forget about the 'thankyous' I wanna give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can forget about the drawing I wanan give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can forget about the anniversary.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Forget it, I'm fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm sick &amp; tired, do I have to repeat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't seen the happier side of me for ages. =\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;RANDOM ENTRY, YOU CAN IGNORE THE WHOLE CHUNK OF RUBBISH UP THERE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; COMMENT LEH! :\ TSK. I'LL REPLY MAYBE TONIGHT? OR LATER. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112917001415103224?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112917001415103224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112917001415103224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dreamt-of-you-last-night.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112912689065980819</id><published>2005-10-12T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T22:21:35.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more she &lt;s&gt;ignores&lt;/s&gt; me, the more I &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So many times, I've been watching &amp; now I fell in love with you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna drink &amp; get a hangover the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna breakdown &amp;amp; cry over stupid things, till my eyes swell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna say &lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt; to you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna tell you I'm in pain &amp; you'll hug me &amp;amp; sayang me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanna be the best of me when I'm with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna be the happiest lesbo in the entire world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna make you smile like no one else do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna be myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wanna be so fucking excited when I receive a text cos I know it's from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna smile so hard till my mouth aches when I think of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna joke with you like we used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna reminise with you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna make you wait for my replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna see you &amp; your charming face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna get shy all over when I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna be happy, with you, even thou the day was fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't wanna live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't wanna cry on the outside anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't wanna carry on without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't want. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The laughters &amp; joy we had will never be replaced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thankyou for acting like you cared. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The crap you said &amp; I believed in, thankyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wish I could be happier. Picking up the shattered pieces, finding for Glynis again. :\ Sigh, what the fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;All I wanted was somebody who cares, truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'll reply the comments tmr, I can't promise. Heh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wish I could tell somebody but there's no one to talk to, no one to turn to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gadjo // So Many Times*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The world is ful of magic, can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm your guardian angel, trust in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So many times I've been watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; now I fell in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112912689065980819?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112912689065980819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112912689065980819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-she-ignores-me-more-i-adore-her.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112907877202560742</id><published>2005-10-12T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T08:59:32.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;P=F069&amp;amp;AID=2914391&amp;Pres=Y"&gt;http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;amp;P=F069&amp;AID=2914391&amp;amp;Pres=Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esplanade with Clique, yesterday's. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later, I'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The first thought when I woke up was.. &lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next was, but &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; doesn't care anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Next, shan't bother &amp; the heart ached.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, why is this happening?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me, being paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112907877202560742?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112907877202560742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112907877202560742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112903721886847494</id><published>2005-10-11T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:26:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fake fronts are dead, love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;P=F069&amp;amp;AID=2914340&amp;Show=Y"&gt;http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;amp;P=F069&amp;AID=2914340&amp;amp;Show=Y&lt;/a&gt; Mugging Session Two, Three &amp; Four! (captions undone!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uploading today's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shall talk about today while waiting! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Late for art paper, xD Hahaha, &amp; I forgot my oil pastels. &amp;amp; I haven't finish my research. &amp; I didn't bring glue to paste my research on the drawing block. How screwed can it get? Finished drawing, Bestaye turned round &amp;amp; asked for staple. Thank God, she saved my paper please! :D Thank you bestaye! Muahs. =DD Anyhow stapled my research together. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Off to compass to meet Nette. Ate at Mac's. Saw Asmine &amp; YueMin! :D Prettaye girls! =DD Walked around, Qiaos &amp;amp; Bestaye got fruits :) Trained down to City Hall! x) So fun, took plenty pictures. :D Walked around, to esplanade! :) Ate Haagen Daz(spell?)! $2.90 for the Flavour Of The Month, cheap! :D YAY, went to the seaside(?) there, sat around. Sass was like screaming as thou Nette just passed away, "JEANETTE, WEI SE MO! KAO SU WO!"(jeanette why? tell me!) HAHAHA! Bestaye &amp; Qiaos ran away before she scream, Nette just covered her ears &amp;amp; I sat there &amp; stare. Hahah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Walked around Esplanade, I love the strawberries! xD I want &lt;em&gt;that that that&lt;/em&gt; thang!! The shop beside Chocz. :D The Nightmare Before Christmas! WHEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went home around 5.15pm. :) Trained back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So much fun, I love you Clique. :) WE FINALLY -SOBS GOT AN OUTING! -SNIFFS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll put up today's one tmr morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OFF! =DD I'll reply the comments tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112903721886847494?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112903721886847494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112903721886847494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/fake-fronts-are-dead-love.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112899116606324052</id><published>2005-10-11T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:15:59.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cos if I don't, I'll probably regret it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a big deal for you, but don't worry! You're going to make a good impression. There's a famous saying that goes something along the lines of -- &lt;em&gt;if you love something let it go; if it comes back to you, it was always yours.&lt;/em&gt; As you struggle through some power issues, think about that. &lt;em&gt;Are you holding on too tightly? Is someone clinging to you, or constantly looking over your shoulder?&lt;/em&gt; Try to look at the situation from a different perspective -- the solution to your problem might be easier than you realize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm feeling empty &amp; dead. Everything's so wrong, not right. Life's been tough, I agree. I don't know why I keep hanging on the words, holding on you when I know it's a endless pain I gotta bear. Umpteen times I told myself, she's not worth it so I shouldn't bother. I realised how much she mean to me when textes from her stopped coming in, when she cares like any other one, when she stop caring. I'm sick &amp;amp; tired of all these. When you're making things worst, I'm breaking down. ): I don't want this to be like what happened two months back -- &lt;em&gt;Friend caught in love with Crush, Crush caught in love with Friend. Friend became no friends with Her.&lt;/em&gt; Think, is this what I deserve after all ? I suppose not. Promises we made, remember? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mich, thanks for everything yesterday. :) Hearing me whine like shit, crap all the way. Reminised, somehow ay? :D Things are gonna be just fine. Nods. I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qiaolin : (reads conversation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glynis : Oh my.. god.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qiaoslin : Now it seems like your friend is going around your friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glynis : Uh huh. &lt;s&gt;I don't want it to happen again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(pause)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glynis : But there's nothing I can do. :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qiaolin : Nods.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song is playing &amp; &lt;s&gt;Heart is breaking.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do cherish you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't have to think twice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will love you still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the depths of my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's beyond my control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've waited so long to say this to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're asking do I love you this much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'll be just fine, after awhile. I think, Everything's gonna be just fine. I'll be alright. No more tears, no more. I'll cry, not. I'll try, at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11am; Art paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last paper! YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;My research is half done, hur. I need to finish drawing, &amp; the last piece of work to be printed out &amp;amp; I'm done! But lazy bones, I'm tired &amp; lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I don't ask for more, I just want you to be with me all the time. Okay maybe that is too much to ask for. :\ To you, that is. Haiya whatever la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited : 10.12am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No school on Wednesday, Thursday &amp;amp; Friday! =DD Yay! Three off-days for me me me! I'll play till I drop, drink till I hang, sing till I voiceless, scream like there's no tmr. :) YAY ( okay I'm damn happy now ) YAY Okay I'm off to school now! Bounce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;/Edited]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEPH }&lt;/strong&gt; I got my Art paper in another two hours &amp; I'm still here.. shaking my leg, happily typing. :D 1.30pm &amp;amp; I'm free from Books, Exams &amp;amp; perhaps Stress =DD YAY, I can play all I want now. Friday, endure Steph! =D Shopping shopping shopping xD I'll wait for you lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLF }&lt;/strong&gt; YAY! I've comment in your blog, Back in your blog! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY }&lt;/strong&gt; (: Yep. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brandy // Have You Ever*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever loved somebody so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It makes you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever needed something so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You can't sleep at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever tried to find the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But they don't come out right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112899116606324052?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112899116606324052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112899116606324052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/cos-if-i-dont-ill-probably-regret-it.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112894022389979762</id><published>2005-10-10T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:30:23.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm collapsing from the downtime of your cherishing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chem today (: I think it's okay. At least I recognise the Atoms &amp; Compounds. I know what's the Neutron no. of a certain Element. Hahah! YAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After school, went for lunch with Sass &amp; Qiaos. Bestaye was having her Geog paper &amp;amp; Nette still having her Science paper. :) Bought the shiny bag already!! =DD Dad gave me $30 last night 'cos he strike lottery. :) Heh, shopping. Hee. Came over to my place after Nette arrived. She came home &amp; they left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thank you Mich, I don't wish to carry on caring anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom, I gotta say this. I hate you. You made me hate you, you forced this words outta me. See how biased you can get sometimes. Now compare for once, see how WELL you treat that imp &amp; how BAD you treat this fucker here. The better chair for her &amp; the lousier one for me? Mom, thank you. You know I've got worstest back problems ever &amp;amp; you're doing this. I know I did not grow up according to plan, I'm not the girl you want. I'm sorry, if I'm the only one thing that is not perfect in YOUR life. If the absense of me is gonna make you feel better, tell me straight in the face &amp; not go about tell Zel in all sorts language how fucked up I can get. Mom, I'm not the sort of girly that makes you happy. I'm sick &amp;amp; tired of this life, goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outta my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICHELLE }&lt;/strong&gt; Sorry about your birthday. Didn't want it to happen either. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; I'm smart. Don't act like you care when you don't. HMPH! RAH! )': I Got things to tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEPH }&lt;/strong&gt; I can't wait either! I'll call you up, or you call me up ANYWAYS hahah outing! We go human-fishing. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALEX }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, thanks :) You too ay! Missed you :D Take care. See you tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRISTLE }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha, heh. Thank you thank you. (head swelling) WEIWEN IS THE AUNTEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Hahah, so funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Savage Garden // The Lover After Me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Here I go again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't think of you today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm standing at your doorway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm calling out your name because I can't move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112894022389979762?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112894022389979762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112894022389979762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-collapsing-from-downtime-of-your.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112885048650051600</id><published>2005-10-09T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:34:46.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We feel that life is lack of feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be disappointed if a new person turns out to be less than you'd hoped.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Persuading you to let go and play isn't usually all that tough.&lt;/em&gt; And now, everyone else in the world seems to finally be in the same frame of mind. If they're not, you'll be able to talk them into it, because your gift of gab will be absolutely lethal. Still, half of you feels practical, dutiful and concerned with taking care of business. Well, do that during daylight hours. &lt;em&gt;Once night falls, talk your favorite partner(s) in crime into going out to play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Glynis's horoscope says for today. I wonder if it's true. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just ended the phone call with Mich :) Qiaos went off earlier on. Adel &amp; her, two of them can't multi-task! Heh, Mich &amp;amp; I can. Art, I'm so dead. Argh, shan't think about it. I'll do it later. Yes, I have to. I MUST! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm working on my links. I lost quite a number of them. Aiks, don't care. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm a happier me, I'll be a happier girl. It's not worth being so upside-down over this. Why should I bother so much when all I get in return was "oh okay."? There's more to life than temporary highs, let go if I must. :) Right, girlfriend? Right, Mich? :) When life is getting me down, I'm close to defeat. I was, but now I guess not. Face up to it, deal with it, solve it. :D Get over &amp; done with. I'm happier that way, Friendship means something, it would hurt lesser. We still can be as close. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't Love You No More is stuck in my head, an earworm. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL LIO }&lt;/strong&gt; Twentith! I can't wait, I can't wait. Shopping shopping! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NNATS }&lt;/strong&gt; Oh please, nat please! Hahah you're more interested in her than I am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; You need me to tell you ah? You really want me to say ah? I thought you know leh. You don't know meh? You want me to tell you anot?! (I'll probably strangle you &amp; flares nostriles at you while telling you this.) BUS-TARD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATASHA }&lt;/strong&gt; Miss Quek, Miss Tan is always nice, you know! Oh, you don't know. You just found out. :\ Well, it's better than never! Lalala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson // Since You Been Gone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;How come I'd never hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I just wanna be with you"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess you never felt that way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I did, but it's gone. It used to be in the wishlist. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112885048650051600?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112885048650051600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112885048650051600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-feel-that-life-is-lack-of-feeling.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112879011196766580</id><published>2005-10-08T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:14:27.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chasing the rainbows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day was bad. I don't know, I don't feel good. Natalyn's birthday today! Happy birthday, niece! =DD Happy 8th. She's damn happy. :) Many presents, all her friends came, aunts &amp; uncles, too. I envy her lah. I never had such big celebration before, in my life. Whee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aunt's cooking was way good, &amp;amp; I so love her. :D Auntie Alex! She's damn funny. Her girlfriend's not here today, she went for lessons so she's damn lonely. She was like playingwith Nat, Pearlyn they all. Rhys brought his Pokemon cards to play &amp; she joined in the fun. I was like.. " uh excuse me, you overaged. Here, parental guidance. You, out out out!" Hahah, then she show me her sad face &amp;amp; look at Auntie Valerie(theyre sisters.). We talked, we can click! Despite the age gap. :) Each time I see her, she'll ask.. "Ay you're friends never come ah? That two(nette &amp; qiaos) that came to Escape that day?" I was like, why you keep asking!? Hahha, she asked where do we hang out, &amp;amp; ask if she can come. I said something about Art Museum. &amp; she's like, "Call me &amp;amp; I'll drive you all there okay! Must remember to call me leh! Must hor!" &amp; Auntie Valerie behind scolding her, saying like so big already still wanna disturb little girl, small girl also wanna TEE KO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For that moment, I smiled like I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOHOHO! Shawn called me early in the morning &amp;amp; disturb me! Ugh, I bet he's damn guilty now. Anyway, I know he's damn excited 'cos he's meeting Jocelyn on monday. He likes Jocelyn, some &lt;strong&gt;P6&lt;/strong&gt; girl. P6 &amp; Sec3. Wel, age doesn't matter, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Godma's house on &lt;em&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday.&lt;/em&gt; Calling for &lt;strong&gt;Shyan L., Qiao Lin Y., Sarah L., Nette L. &amp; Chanel C.!&lt;/strong&gt; Free on any of these three days? Let me know okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby's going zzzz soon, I better blog faster. I'm almost done, almost done!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited : 1.15am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SMOKE DIE YOU. FAG DIE YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TALK TO MY HAND LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;IDNVIOUDSJIOFSJDOFCJEWIOUJIOEWWUE9EWJIOP&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*!@#@@$#%$%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;wei ni chao xiang ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ke shi ni bu ming bai.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle, teach me how. I'm tired of trying. Yes, I can do more but what kinda reaction do I get? Another stab, &amp; another stab in the heart when she speaks about &lt;em&gt;!#!#!#&lt;/em&gt; ? &amp; another ache here &amp; there whenever she talks like &lt;em&gt;!#!#&lt;/em&gt; ? Few more aches when she say I sound like &lt;em&gt;!#!#!#&lt;/em&gt; ? Yeah I know you're feeling that way too but I'm weak, you're stronger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No appreciation shown, what should I do? Yeah, I wanna continue. I don't wanna regret what I didn't do. But Michelle, I can't hold any longer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Endure, Glynis!&lt;br /&gt;Endure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;For all the years that I’ve known you baby&lt;br /&gt;I can’t figure out the reason why lately&lt;br /&gt;you’ve been acting so cold (didn’t you say)&lt;br /&gt;if there’s a problem we should work it out&lt;br /&gt;so why you giving me the cold shoulder now&lt;br /&gt;like you don’t want to talk to me girl (tell me)&lt;br /&gt;okay I know I was late again&lt;br /&gt;I made you mad and dinners thrown in (the bin)&lt;br /&gt;but why you making this thing drag on so long (I wanna know)&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick and tired of this silly game&lt;br /&gt;don’t think that I’m the only one here to blame&lt;br /&gt;it’s not me who’s been going round slamming doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;br /&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know that I’ve made a few mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but never thought things would turn out this way&lt;br /&gt;doesn’t make sense to me now that you’re gone (I see it all so clearly)&lt;br /&gt;me at the door with you in a state&lt;br /&gt;giving my reasons but as you look away&lt;br /&gt;I can see a tear roll down your face&lt;br /&gt;That’s when you turned and said to me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care babe who’s right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those simple words hit so hard&lt;br /&gt;they turned my whole world upside down&lt;br /&gt;girl you caught me completely off guard&lt;br /&gt;on that night you said to me&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rain outside my window pouring down&lt;br /&gt;what now, you’re gone, my fault, I’m sorry&lt;br /&gt;feeling like a fool cos I let you down&lt;br /&gt;now it’s too late to turn it around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m sorry for the tears I’ve made you cry&lt;br /&gt;I guess this time it really is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made it clear when you said&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t love you no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(: Nice song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; Yep, make the best outta it! (: Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEARL }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, welcome! Anytime ay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRISTLE }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, thanks ay! (: Talking to you is funnnnn! I'm sweet, hor? Btw, thanks for helping me choose the url! Leos' are creative people (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NNATS }&lt;/strong&gt; Tsk, then I have to go to your blog. Tsk tsk tsk. Haahh &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outkast // Miss Jackson*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (OOOH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Never meant to make your daughter cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I apologize a trillion times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112879011196766580?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112879011196766580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112879011196766580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/chasing-rainbows.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112869675934891318</id><published>2005-10-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T22:52:39.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what you do to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm okay, I'm good. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I promised baby I'll be fine, I'll be happy. I shall be. I'll try. I know I'm faking it. Nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Chinese paper. Almost got caught for cheating, but lucky no. Listening was just stoning. Letter writing was fine. After papers, out with the OhMyGodsxz. Went to KFC to meet baby &amp; Theresa, happy. :) Passed baby the heart &amp;amp; she went off 'cos Theresa wants to go home. &amp; that silly toot, she's hungry &amp;amp; penniless. Called her up, asked her to join us but she boarded the bus already. (I'm slow lah okay.) Ate at Starbucks. I was craving badly for my Oreo Cheesecake. Ate &amp; talked a lot. Fucking down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I forgot to mention, I saw that girl with a bung outside Starbucks. Tsk, she's attached. Tsk. &amp; That bung is not her girlfriend. WHY SHOULD I BOTHER? 'Cos her girlfriend is my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sat around, talked. Went to Sculpture Sq to play. Damn frikkin' hot! Walked back to my place &amp; fetch Zell. Went up to my place, slack, talk again. :) Fun, I like. The two of them, I'm glad you both came by, if not, I won't know what to do lah! &lt;em&gt;Psycho me so much. Ugh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If it was all just a joke, don't play it on me. Tired, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Girlfriend just brainwashed me. I wanna live life &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;way. No, not the bad way but the better way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I need time &amp; I wonder how long, how much time am I gonna take this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shyan }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahha, when I'm free lah! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishball }&lt;/strong&gt; Hurhur, stupid fishball. Bounce the fishball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby! }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahha, yep (: You pure ah? Oh my god, so wrong please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheryl Lio }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey thanks! It's screwed up by blogger. EEyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;She Left Me // McFly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Since she left me (she left me), she told me (she told me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't worry (don't worry), you'll be ok, you don’t need me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Believe me you’ll be fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Then I knew what she meant, and it’s not what she said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Now I can't believe she's gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112869675934891318?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112869675934891318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112869675934891318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-know-what-you-do-to-me.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112860856171216534</id><published>2005-10-06T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T22:25:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sink back in those memories.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the way you hold me tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I'll never leave you, baby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp; a tiny kiss from you at the cheek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the way you hold my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We'll be like this.. forever."&lt;/em&gt; with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; your smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's so charming, prince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss your calls &amp; your melt-my-heart voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Hey baby, I was thinking of you, so I called."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; our calls never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss our goodbyes, hugs&amp;kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Call me when you can, I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A hug &amp;amp; kiss from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp; I went, &lt;em&gt;careful on your way home, bye baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss you standing next to me, holding my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"So where are we going today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; I love going out with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I missed it so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I even miss our arguements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm sorry baby, I'm really sorry. I love you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Both in swollen eyes the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even before we started off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Glynis, where are you? I'm so bored."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the way you sing to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the way you care for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the way you speak in some weird dialect that I don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the way you act shy on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss the way we used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss your "I love you, babys".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss your "I miss you, babys".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss your "I wanna see my baby now".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I miss your everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All in all, I miss &lt;s&gt;you.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope you still remember &lt;strong&gt;all the "used to bes".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't ask for more but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Be happy &amp; &lt;strong&gt;remember the times we had&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;istillfeelthewaywhenispeakofyou.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know why things ended up like this. ): I don't feel good. Perhaps I was, this afternoon. Maybe not, I don't know. I'm down &amp; I need a big hug. &lt;strong&gt;HUG ME&lt;/strong&gt;, (omg, like so thickskin.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Save Your Kisses For Me // Natasha Thomas*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The way I am touched is always heavenly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I love the way that you were loving me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You wrap me up in the colour of your love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You must be an angel high from above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112860856171216534?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112860856171216534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112860856171216534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/sink-back-in-those-memories.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112857920907814646</id><published>2005-10-06T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T14:13:29.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep you happy, that's my aim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday; 051005.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Out to mug with Nette &amp; Sass at Compass. Frikkin' boring, but no choice. Did a little of my art mindmap. Finishing soon, just a little more. Nothing much actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sass's at my place now. Waiting for Nette, gonna go compass, again. Gonna study for chinese later. If YJ not coming, there goes my chinese. UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its undenible that we should be together&lt;br /&gt;It's unbelievable how I used to say that I'd fall never&lt;br /&gt;The basis you need to know&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know just how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;Then let me show you now that I'm for real&lt;br /&gt;If all things in time, time will reveal&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;One... you're like a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;Two... just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;Three... girl its plain to see&lt;br /&gt;That you're the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;And four... repeat steps one through three&lt;br /&gt;Five... make you fall in love with me&lt;br /&gt;If ever I believe my work is done&lt;br /&gt;Then I start Back at One (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So incredible&lt;br /&gt;The way things work themselves out&lt;br /&gt;And all emotional once you know what its all about babe&lt;br /&gt;And undesirable&lt;br /&gt;For us to be apart&lt;br /&gt;Never would of made it very far&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know you got the keys to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say farewell to the dark night&lt;br /&gt;I see the coming of the sun&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a little child&lt;br /&gt;Whose life has just begun&lt;br /&gt;You came and breathed new life&lt;br /&gt;Into this lonely heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;You threw out the life line&lt;br /&gt;Just in the nick of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back To One by Brian McKnight. (: Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meeting Nette soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL Lio }&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not her queen, sheesh. :) &amp; you know why. I mean, you'll know why. I'll tell you if you don't get it. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YILE }&lt;/strong&gt; HEY THERE! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL Lim }&lt;/strong&gt; Hur, Glygege. :) This is interesting! =DD Have you both fixed a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERESA }&lt;/strong&gt; (: I'll be loving you forever. Too! Whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY!}&lt;/strong&gt; Ahem, &lt;em&gt;I'm the smartest thang on earth, in the universe.&lt;/em&gt; Thankyou. Smart &amp;amp; stupid people is like that one. I know you're just plain jealous lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;I'd Rather Be In Love // Michelle Branch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't wanna be just a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112857920907814646?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112857920907814646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112857920907814646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/keep-you-happy-thats-my-aim.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112852294633117289</id><published>2005-10-05T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T22:35:46.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause our kisses said love never ends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;br /&gt;Every time I do it makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;How did our eyes get so red?&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell is on Joey’s head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I grew up&lt;br /&gt;I think the present owner fixed it up&lt;br /&gt;I never knew we ever went without&lt;br /&gt;The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I went to school&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time had better things to do&lt;br /&gt;Criminal record says I broke in twice&lt;br /&gt;I must’ve done it half a dozen times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;Should I go back and try to&lt;br /&gt;graduate&lt;br /&gt;Life’s better now than it was back then&lt;br /&gt;If I was them, I wouldn’t let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;br /&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to say&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;br /&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the old arcade&lt;br /&gt;Blew every&lt;br /&gt;dollar that we ever made&lt;br /&gt;The cops hated us hangin’ out&lt;br /&gt;They say somebody&lt;br /&gt;went and burned it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;And sing along&lt;br /&gt;with every song we’d know&lt;br /&gt;We said someday we’d find out how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To sing to more than just the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim’s the first girl I kissed&lt;br /&gt;I was so nervous that I nearly missed&lt;br /&gt;She’s had a couple of kids since then&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t seen her since God knows when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that town&lt;br /&gt;I miss their faces&lt;br /&gt;You can’t erase&lt;br /&gt;You can’t replace it&lt;br /&gt;I miss it now&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it&lt;br /&gt;So hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;Too hard to leave it&lt;br /&gt;If I could relive those days&lt;br /&gt;I know the one thing that would never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;br /&gt;Every time I do it makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Every time I do it makes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Photographs! I like this song, an earworm! There's more! Uh, like Brian McKnight's Back To One, Natalie(the one who sang goin' crazy)'s Where Are You, All4One's Smile Like Mona Lisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm not feeling too good. Just downloaded few new fonts, gonna do that thang I made with photoshop for baby, dad's coming home soon. &lt;em&gt;What went wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheryl Lio said this in her blog, &lt;em&gt;"How many of us are geniunely happy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Franking speaking, I'm not. I've lost my way &amp; I don't know what I want in life. Girlfriend made up her mind &amp;amp; decided what she want in life now. But not me, I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything today reminds me of.. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Perhaps that's why the mood gone down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Baby cares, I know baby cares (: Thanks baby, nods. I'm happy cos you are happy. When I fall down, you pick me up. "I'm like your reflection. When you're sad, so am I." It goes the same to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;See how she makes me smile. Glynis Tan &lt;3s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GLYNIS: i ask you something ok.&lt;br /&gt;GLYNIS: what if one day i didnt come online for a damn long time, you hardly see me in school. then one day, chanel told you that i passed away?&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: .&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: that will be my reaction&lt;br /&gt;GLYNIS: oh okay (:&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: dont do anything silly&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: and i knw we arent close like close, but close enough to tell u i will break down&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: =)&lt;br /&gt;GLYNIS: (: nono, silly dont breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;GLYNIS: &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; told me this..&lt;br /&gt;GLYNIS: "when i die, dont cry for me. if you cry, that means you didnt tell me what you wanted to say."&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: precisely.&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: because, i'll never run dry of topics&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: to talk to u about&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: so , if you happen to depart before I do&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL: i know i'll lose an important part of me. (=&lt;br /&gt;GLYNIS: awww, thanks cheryl (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL Lio. }&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, The L Word! =DD Cheryl L. &amp; Cheryl L. &amp;amp; Glynis T. Outing after my eoys! Muaha. Spreaddddddddd the looooooooooooove (: I love you &amp; Cheryl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERENE } &lt;/strong&gt;You're paid with love by Glynis :)) Grateful? Loved? YES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL Lim }&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, thanks Cheryl. :) YES Girl groupie! Or or or!! SAN DUO HUAAA? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; Why the heck did you call me dumb? I'm smart. Cal me smart, thankyou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACLYN }&lt;/strong&gt; Ahem, Fishball! I got no papers today &amp;amp; tmr (: Jealous? Haha, you'll habe yours lah! OH MY SON! Glynis is not beauty, Glynis is bitchology &amp; um.. ugly-ology! =DD Seriously, you're pretty. Pretty pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Glen Medeirors // Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;One thing you can be sure of, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll never ask for more than your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if you were my king &amp; I'm your queen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112852294633117289?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112852294633117289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112852294633117289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/cause-our-kisses-said-love-never-ends.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112848015397995887</id><published>2005-10-05T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:42:34.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello sweet face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/punkrockprincess-glynis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/punkrockprincess-glynis.jpg" style="border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px" width="320" height="275" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Click on the picture to enlarge (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm effing bored (: No papers today, mugging later. Four papers down, three more to go! Art, Chinese &amp; Chemistry! =DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silly willy dates!&lt;/b&gt; - my god, I can't wait :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Catching ups!&lt;/b&gt; - yay with my loves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shopping!&lt;/b&gt; - but first, I need cash =DD &lt;em&gt;(you never liked this.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleepovers/ Stayovers!&lt;/b&gt; - suppers, girltalk, pouring, ranting, complaining (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chalets!&lt;/b&gt; - TONNING AH! sheesh, I wanna see shooting stars. Baby wants to go (: So we all gonna chip in for one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BBQs!&lt;/b&gt; - nette's organising one (: I can't wait!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picnics!&lt;/b&gt; - East coast! East coast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Movie dates!&lt;/b&gt; - WHOOTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Theme park!&lt;/b&gt; - rollar coaster rides, screams! &lt;em&gt;(you promised me, remember? )): )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tanning / Sentosa!&lt;/b&gt; - Sun oh mister sun! &lt;em&gt;(you're so hawt!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daily runs!&lt;/b&gt;  qiaos, mich &amp; sass (: (&lt;em&gt;we did say we wanna go together)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arcade-ing!&lt;/b&gt; - New one at compass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I can't wait :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; haiyo baby please. (: few more papers to go &amp; you can play all you want okay? :) I know youre tired. Take care, Ily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYLF }&lt;/strong&gt; Hello tallie (: I miss you! Ay, not nice! So ugly i wanna retake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha }&lt;/strong&gt; Erm, Miss Quek? You're SO SO SO wrong suddenly. Hahah, I miss you! =DD Exams, are like in between us. See the distance. UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL L. }&lt;/strong&gt; Oh yes, the rest of the class! Yes theyre! (: Excluding me, that is. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;baby, &lt;u&gt;thankyou for everything all these while.&lt;/u&gt; life would be &lt;s&gt;disastrous&lt;/s&gt; without you. it's scary &amp; i dont want it to happen. do not leave cos glynis needs you here with her. (: &lt;em&gt;you gave me everything &amp;amp; a little bit more.&lt;/em&gt; YOU'VE &lt;strong&gt;BEEN THE BEST OF THE BEST (:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you remember the day we first met? Our first hello? The first letter? (= &lt;em&gt;&amp; now love, I'm missing you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112848015397995887?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112848015397995887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112848015397995887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-sweet-face.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112842153783460406</id><published>2005-10-04T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T18:25:37.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASS PHOTOS (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/classphotoformal.jpg" style="border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px" width="400" height="300" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/classphotoformal.jpg"&gt;Formal!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/classphotoinformal1.jpg" style="border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px" width="400" height="300" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/classphotoinformal1.jpg"&gt;Informal One!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/classphotoinformal2.jpg" style="border:3px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px" width="400" height="300" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/classphotoinformal2.jpg"&gt;Informal Two!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click on the words for bigger view. (= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ThreeCeeee'05 =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll miss those smiling faces when you're gone. Thanks for the fun &amp; &lt;s&gt;disagreements&lt;/s&gt; we had (: I love yall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now everything's technicolor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112842153783460406?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112842153783460406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112842153783460406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/class-photos-formal-informal-one.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112841909371041908</id><published>2005-10-04T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T17:44:53.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;I hate to blog 'cos blogger's screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;Monday; 031005.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths &amp; Socials. I screwed them up )): Shan't talk about it. After papers, went to compass with Sass, Bestaye, Qiaos &amp;amp; Mich (: Ate at Swensen's. Shan't talk about it either(ugh). I don't know what happened after that, Mich &amp; I went to walk around. Catching up, yknow! =DD Sat at Starbucks. Talked &amp;amp; waited for Adel to come (: Saw Xin Yi &amp; Claudine. x) Haha, in school PE tee. Home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday; 041005&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate the "NEW" blogger but anyways, had Bio &amp; Lit today. Bio was a-okay, I think. Literature was.. "MY HANDS DIED ON ME". Four pages non stop, in one &amp;amp; a hald hours, go ahead &amp; try. &amp;amp; know what? I placed the answer sheet wrongly. Tsk, sigh. Nvm, shan't bother too much. What is done can't be undone. Rivervale-ed in between the papers. Ate breakfast, studied. School wasn't as noisy as before, haha. Compass-ed after the papers. Walked around for awhile &amp; I went off to fetch Zell, mom went for wake. Fucking fucked up, I shan't talk about it. Not in the mood. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's in her lalaland, dreaming away. Hahah, NO PAPERS TMR! =DD REJOICE BABE! Airport tmr, I think. Not excited anymore, I don't know why. I'm damn lazy &amp;amp; tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to do something productive.(no studying, thankyouverymuch.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cheryl Lio }&lt;/strong&gt; I enjoy talking tuhhhx euuux nehhhhx~ HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;NATASHA } Hello Miss Quek! I miss you Miss Quek! Hahah, you better start hitting the books! I know 4/5 periods of Maths &amp; English kills. Hahha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FISHBALL }&lt;/strong&gt; You admit that youre a fishball now! Hahah, I don't try to be funny, I AM funny. (so thinkskinned!) Alright, luck for your papers! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LANCE }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey (: You too! sTudy hard aye! Love! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; I JUST DID. I'M AMAZED, YOU COMMENTED. =D I LOVE YOU &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Let the whole world know;&lt;br /&gt;You're my only love(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112841909371041908?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112841909371041908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112841909371041908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-hate-to-blog-cos-bloggers-screwed.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112823811175491539</id><published>2005-10-02T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:30:49.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Plans failed, people changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All I want for Christmas is &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It flashes back. Been talking to baby online since morning. Talked about the present, about the past. Teared a little :) But I'm all good now. Baby bought herself back to the past too 'cos of my words. The urge of tearing was near. So I stopped. Now she thinks that I don't love her anymore. Meano, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BABY I DO OKAY, REALLY I DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the what if I asked you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let it happen okay? (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hugs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home the whole day to &lt;s&gt;study&lt;/s&gt;. Yeap, but I've been sitting in front of the comp for hours. I did maths. I can't get socials into my head. So dead. I shall work extra hard later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jace was being sweet just now. So sweet. (: Read both hers' &amp; mine testimomos &amp;amp; you'll get it (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate steamboat last night! I finally bought my cell case last night at Koven. :) The transparent one was so broken. Hahah, bought a purple one (: I don't quite like it though. But that's the only one left, so no choice. I needed the cover badly so yep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for exams to end. I can't wait to do up my How-Are-We-Gonna-Spend-Our-After-Exam-Days! list. I can't wait for Santa to come &amp; visit me with gifts. I can't wait to hang out with my girls &amp;amp; of course, baby to recelebrate my day. I can't wait to get to the Airport &amp; call up my loves to whisper our goodbyes. I can't wait for class BBQ, I know we'll argue here &amp;amp; there b ut afterall we're gonna have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I need to mug hard for my papers right now. DANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL LIO }&lt;/strong&gt; I tell you something okay. I can't get your address. I don't know why. CRIES. Oh yes, we should get down to some talking talking! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERENE }&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you thank you, I know that I know that! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my tearcatcher;&lt;br /&gt;I need you (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112823811175491539?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112823811175491539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112823811175491539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/plans-failed-people-changed.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112816240355168597</id><published>2005-10-01T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T18:26:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you smile like Mona Lisa, my heart falls to pieces.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging, online, mugging, online. Maths is killing me. I realised I've forgotten so much of my basics. Indices, variation, quadratic equations &amp; graphs especially! Stupid gradient, midpoints, varies &amp;amp; perfect square. I forget them all. I only remember what Mrs Ong did with us. :\ Circles, a sq + b sq = c sq, mean, mode &amp; median. I hate doing median! Alright, I shall stop complaining. Socials is no way half done today. I'm so dead. ))= The pack I had with Shyan was over. Hahah, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feets are freezing cold. Random :) I feel like changing skin, changing url. I wanna use nav. skin this time round. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of studying, I'm planning on how to &lt;s&gt;cheat&lt;/s&gt; in class &amp; how to spend days after exams. Hurrr, it just started &amp;amp; I'm dreaming of post exams activities. Pool, shopping, tanning, KTV-ing, drinking(!), stay overs, BBQ-ing! Many many more fun stuff got into my mind, instead of Singapore's Industrial Development in the 60s to the 80s &amp; &lt;em&gt;(x2 + x1 / 2 , y2 + y1/ 2).&lt;/em&gt; So dead, Glynis, so dead! =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's having her cramps. :\ I wonder if she's alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Baby, remember what I said? I won't leave you &amp; I've told you that many a time. &amp;amp; I promised not to disappoint you or make you upset. &amp; I'll try not think about nonsense like youknowwhat. (: When you're happy, so am I. It goes to all kinda emotion, alright? Study hard for the finals, okay! We'll have fun after all the stressings! (= SHOPPING SPREE WITH MEEE, RECELEBRATION OF MY DAY! You better appear, I'll disown you if you don't. Please please please take care of yourself. Stop fooling around &amp; get serious with work ah! =DD Love! *xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deep inside I hope you feel it too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NNATS }&lt;/strong&gt; Back in your comment box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL F}&lt;/strong&gt; Back in your comment box! Missed &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL Lim} &lt;/strong&gt;Back in your comment box! I miss you cheryl! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACLYN }&lt;/strong&gt; No, cannot. I run, I escape, I fly away, I don't allow! How can, unfair! Nono, small size fishball cannot make it. HEH. Study hard too aye! I love you jacjac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL Lio}&lt;/strong&gt; Back in your comment box! &lt;3s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; Up there, points. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna lay right there in your arms tonight (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112816240355168597?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112816240355168597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112816240355168597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-you-smile-like-mona-lisa-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112800419143717469</id><published>2005-09-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:29:51.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm fucking pissed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up, very. Exhausted, extreme. Worn out, duh. I'm tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied SS. Did a little of Maths paper in class. Art is an all-time killer. :\ I've never been this angry before. Yeah, perhaps I did but not as much as this. All the !#$%^&amp; came out. I'm so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's busy doing her art &amp;amp; it's killing her. Haha, art always kills. When it didn't? :\ School dismisses at 11.30pm tmr! CHEERS! =DD Maybe pool, maybe movie, maybe study. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speaker today, Dr. William Tan, he's sucha good speaker. But oh wells, not many can be like him. :) Mass was holy &amp; prayerFUL =DD Prayed for my loved ones, Ns &amp;amp; Os takers. Miracles do happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Compass again after school. Ate Mos again :) Sass &amp; Nette left at 3.30pm for their test. Qiaos &amp;amp; I walked around. Decided what I wanna get =DD I shall do on my movie first. Heh, damn excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;br /&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey baby (= I love you many. Don't stress yourself up alright! Take care yep! Muah =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nnats }&lt;/strong&gt; Replied in your blog! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICHELLE }&lt;/strong&gt; Yep, we have to alrights! The Poks, OhMyGodsxz &amp; TouFus! =D &amp; cheer up! Don't brood over what she said. Pighead, she doesn't think before she speaks. Kuku. I love you okay! Study hard aye! Mug out! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha QUEK }&lt;/strong&gt; May I know what was that wheeeeeeeee for, &lt;em&gt;Miss Quek?&lt;/em&gt; (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is screaming just because that fucktard imp is making tonns of noise saying that I waste A LOT OF TIME of the fucking computer. That imp, she uses it even more. Both phone, cell &amp; computer are occupied by her for the entire afternoon. Dad didn't see what she did, of course my fucking fault lah! Can't mom just open up her golden mouth &amp; help me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our love was on the line.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112800419143717469?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112800419143717469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112800419143717469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-fucking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112790147596892789</id><published>2005-09-28T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T17:57:56.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That curve on my face went the other way round.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down last night. &lt;em&gt;I don't like the way you treat me, sigh.&lt;/em&gt; Thanks Qiaos &amp; Mich, for the talk last night. Tiny bit better, love (: Thanks to Mich, especially. She always make me feel hell much better. She's a wise little one with wise words. Good, I'm glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was I-don't-know. Both good &amp; bad. Qiaos skipped school today. &lt;em&gt;Get well soon, love!&lt;/em&gt; Morning was spoilt by &lt;u&gt;MISS PAMELA YANG.&lt;/u&gt; Thankyou ah. NO MORE LONG NAILS, NO MORE RED HAIR BAND! &lt;em&gt;So pretty yet, so evil.&lt;/em&gt; GEE! All we had today was, Bio, Maths &amp; Socials. Bio was boring &amp;amp; entertaining. :) Did nothing but text-messaging &amp; chatting. Haha, Mrs Lim is so funny. Baby got caught by principal for her TOO-LONG-BELT-TOO-LOOSE uniform. She called to complain about her tight &amp; ugly uniform. Hahah, hilarious. :) Twinnie was there too! Lol, &amp;amp; I was hiding at the foot rest area under the table. Mich is fugly mean! I finished the phone call &amp; she was like, "No need, you stay there. No need come out." &amp;amp; that place is SO dusty &amp; EEYER! I'm allergic to dust, thankyou. :\ Got up, continued with our little talks. :) Socials is getting boring-er &amp;amp; boring-er by lessons. &amp; I hate it. Especially when I'm frikkin' weak at Socials. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch-ed at Compass again. I love hanging with Sass &amp; Nette. Not the coolest but I love(: Bought new headband &amp;amp; rubberband. Both in white, I like! I prefer red though but !#$% They don't allow. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJC teachers are biased &amp; I dislike them. They're biased against US! Ugh, we're not gonna have our papers in the hall like the express girls. 'Cos we're different. Big difference hurrr? Wtf. Countless other girls are using green, red, orange, whatever other fucking volour bands &amp;amp; no one warns them, but I got warned! ARGH! Fuckshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Hubby, I'm giving up on myself. &amp; I don't know why. Love, Friends, Education &amp; Family. I've stopped trying, I've stopped learning, I've stopped everything. I can't find the strength I need, the will to study. I'm tired. Exhausted, very indeed. Shakes head. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw eye candy today (: I so love her smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, what I told you is true about what I feel about myself. :) You're blinded by the sunshine that's how you didn't get to see that fugly fool in front of you. Trust me, someday you'll probably look back &amp; realised how badly you regret having me in your life. &amp;amp; I know you're gonna be angry with me after reading this. -runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;REPLIES&lt;br /&gt;RACHAEL }&lt;/b&gt; Back in your blog I think (: Thanks babe, really. Thanks for everything lah (: You've been great! :D Study hard for your papers okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;michelle }&lt;/b&gt; hellooooooooooooooooooo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROLROL }&lt;/b&gt; I miss you, love! Song-sending again aights! I'll tell you all about it another time okay! (= I wanna drae Turn Back The Clock too. :) GREAT, I've decided! Hahah, I miss Amanda you &amp; Lyd! Hang out after Eoys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm drunk on what I'm singing through these open eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112790147596892789?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112790147596892789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112790147596892789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/that-curve-on-my-face-went-other-way.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112782993260086220</id><published>2005-09-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:05:32.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jealousy is good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SOMEONE LIKE DOUBLE UUUUUU LEH. She's darn fucking sweet lah. Who would do all that for you? Maybe her. :\ Shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry, I'm pissed. I'm at my lowest, my worstest. :-&lt;br /&gt;No I'm okay, I'm fine, I'm all gooooooooooooooooooood. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry is gonna be a damn random one. Blogger didn't publish my entry yesterday! It was so long! Ugh, fuck blogger upside down, inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay get serious. I don't know what is becoming of my. I haven't been feeling good. ))= Nvm, no one understands anyway (: School was just another day. Everything's cool, yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos acting strong is what I can do now.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my crying heart, calling out to you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it knows you won't answer the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate changes everything; Everything changes fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I just wish to cry. I just want you to know my heart is tearing again. &amp; this time, ain't no other bastards, it's you. :\ Well, crush developed into.. &lt;3 Well oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DASH } you can tell me on msn if you like (= thanks for your concern yeah.&lt;br /&gt;YILE, CHERYLF. } Thanks for commenting! (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I'm lying in that red coffin now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are you gonna miss me &amp;amp; the times we had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112782993260086220?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112782993260086220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112782993260086220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/jealousy-is-good.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112765691983625880</id><published>2005-09-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:01:59.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like giving up.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm doing the right thing, thinking the right way. Maybe she doesn't feel that way &amp; maybe she don't even feel like doing it but because I'm doing it so she did it. If that is so, we're both lying. I'm lying to myself &amp;amp; she's lying to my heart. Maybe it's just me, being paranoid. She knows everything about me. She knows I can never live without her, even as a friend. Oh my, glynis ))= She's always there when I needed her. I don't know, I don't know. Mixed feeling, oh tian ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is fragile, I'm not your ragdoll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art topics,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traffic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unwrap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Maid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Catastrophe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Top Of The World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turn Back The Clock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Which one will you choose &amp; what would you draw? Leave a comment in my comment box please. 'Cos glynis's brain has closed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I'm feeling like a fool. Well, I am always. Fuckshit. Thanks to those who commented, I'll reply another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me out of this misery, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112765691983625880?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112765691983625880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112765691983625880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-feel-like-giving-up.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112753796852829389</id><published>2005-09-24T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T12:59:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just open your eyes &amp; see, life is beautiful ((=&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you, baby &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm staying home to study today. Baby's off at compass studying, so is tallie(cheryl.f). Sass, Nette &amp; Qiaos are off at Airport studying. I don't know where's Bestaye ))= Mom &amp;amp; Dad are marketing, I guess. I'm gonna study later. I promised baby I would be a good girly &amp; study today though the environment here ain't as good. :&lt;br /&gt;Baby's blog's photos are quite screwed. Silly cow ((= She suck at things like this. I'm gonna change it for her later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See ))= It's like another &lt;strong&gt;one more fucking week&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3 Oct - Social &amp; Maths, starts at 8am, ends at 12.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4 Oct - Bio &amp; E.lit, starts at 8am &amp;amp; ends at 12.30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5 &amp; 6 Oct - NO PAPERS! (yay but i still have to study)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7 Oct - Chinese, 8am till 1.30pm. (oh fuck man)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10 Oct - Chem, 8 till 9.15am! (yay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11 Oct - Art, 11am till 12.30pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rachael/ Rach/ Reddy Khoo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; claims that I love her for Frankie J's songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?GLYNIS! I'd say things to stop you from leaving. says:&lt;br /&gt;hey!&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY YOU HEART BABY&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;NOT ME&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;?GLYNIS! I'd say things to stop you from leaving. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, i heart you too lah rach!&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;bluff bluff bluff!&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;?GLYNIS! I'd say things to stop you from leaving. says:&lt;br /&gt;send me frakie j's songs, please!&lt;br /&gt;?GLYNIS! I'd say things to stop you from leaving. says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont bluff okay.&lt;br /&gt;?GLYNIS! I'd say things to stop you from leaving. says:&lt;br /&gt;im a honest girly.&lt;br /&gt;?GLYNIS! I'd say things to stop you from leaving. says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;WAH&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;SEE&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU LOVE ME BECAUSE OF HIS SONS&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;SONGS&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;rach - reddy reddy reddy (: goodnight life. says:&lt;br /&gt;SONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't even get the spelling of "songs" right, nods. :\ &lt;strong&gt;Nevertheless, I still love her many. :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I know Rachael's been longing for my love. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERESA }&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, we never seem to. It's all fated. :) We will okay, one fine day! Heh, Those dimwits are squeezing the fuck outta' me. Uh huh, we need to meet up soon 'cos I'm really missing you. Nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL F. }&lt;/strong&gt; TALLIE :) Heh, we will okay, soon soon! Maybe one day after exams. Nods. Let me know when alright! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so glad you got back your phone :) Hahah, whee! Silly cow. ((= Study hard, aiights. Meanwhile, I'll be missing you. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, I can't imagine life without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112753796852829389?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112753796852829389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112753796852829389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-open-your-eyes-ends-at-12.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112747068816553193</id><published>2005-09-23T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T18:20:54.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't say it 'cos you feel like, say it with the heart behind it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, yesterday was fine, good. :) &lt;strong&gt;Met CherylFOO!&lt;/strong&gt; Hehh, she's my tallie. She's frikkering tall lah. Hahah, thats all for the day actually. Oh nonono! JANET IS SO FUNNY! After maths, she left the class and said, "I go downstairs find Sarah(fong)." She thinks it's recess but it's not. The whole class laughed at her when she came in. Totally shy lah she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, met &lt;em&gt;Josh&lt;/em&gt; at compass just now. Hm, long since I last saw her. Made her wait for hours. :\ Sorry!! Hahah, was having chem revision with Miss Tan. I studied chem, like finally. :) Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; I love Cheryl Lim many. ((=&lt;/strong&gt; She's my heart's delight. Whee! She never fails to make me smile. Her words would make me feel a lot better. Heh. &lt;strong&gt;Hugs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp; Cheryl dear, never-never land, WHEN?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE YOU BABY? ))=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you &amp;amp; I need you here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHYAN }&lt;/strong&gt; ii lurb euux tuhx. (: I just found out it's &lt;em&gt;tuhx&lt;/em&gt;. haha, not &lt;em&gt;toox&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Someone? Who? I bet you have a name right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL F. }&lt;/strong&gt; YES I MISS YOU TOO :) HEH. LOVE YOU MANY TALLIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABY! }&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, I love you many too baby! I won't leave you alrights! I didn't strave myself today. Told you I'm a good girly(: I miss you a lot. ))= &lt;em&gt;I wish you were here with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm screwing everything up without you here, baby ))=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112747068816553193?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112747068816553193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112747068816553193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/dont-say-it-cos-you-feel-like-say-it.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112731187177024751</id><published>2005-09-21T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T22:11:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm all fine, all okay (=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;P=F069&amp;amp;AID=2832856&amp;Pres=Y"&gt;http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;amp;P=F069&amp;AID=2832856&amp;amp;Pres=Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos uploaded! (= Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Imma' happy kid. I've got my PL BABY with me. Heh, thanks for everything love!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, school was okay today. Got my present from the clique (= Thanks for the cookies &amp; the lovely card, babes. &amp;amp; the countless effort of course. Loves yall &lt;3 The box of cookies is lying in the kitchen now. Waiting for someone to finish them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a long day today. It's quite a short one. (: Cabbed home with bestaye immediately after school. Bathed, used the comp for awhile, went for piano. Yukes, boring shiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply the tags &amp; go help baby blog (= HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLIES&lt;br /&gt;eileen } Hey, thanks (= Hahah, love!&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL } We'll fly to never-never land soon aights! Whee &amp; we're gonna catch butterflies! :D&lt;br /&gt;NATTY } I LOVE NATTY TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;BESTAYE } LOVE YOU BESTAYE!&lt;br /&gt;JACLYN } Isn't cool to be a black fishball? No one seen it before, I did! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU BABY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112731187177024751?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112731187177024751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112731187177024751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-all-fine-all-okay-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112721146156911242</id><published>2005-09-20T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T18:17:41.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The troubled soul.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back here again :) Alrighty, shall talk about yesterday. WHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was waaaaaaaaaaaaay great, except for the bad part of it. :\ &lt;em&gt;You know, we're better off without losers like &lt;u&gt;you.&lt;/u&gt; Yep, I'm glad &lt;strong&gt;we're together &lt;/strong&gt;now, heh.&lt;/em&gt; Plenty of homework though. Didn't go anywhere after school, just had lunch &amp; crapped around at compass heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried like fuck at night. Thanks many to the fucking shock news. I was lucky, I wasn't the last to know, hur.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st &lt;s&gt;Lovey-Dovey&lt;/s&gt; Monthsary to the land &amp; owner. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fine, except for mornings. It's killing me. Effing stinky. Ewww. Homework never ends. The teachers never stop giving homework. ): RAH. But in a way, it's good. I'm learning. I love maths, though I can just scream while doing it, esp when it comes to a question that I don't know how to do. Sigh, I need help though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to help us if you don't like. Anyway, Bestaye(chanel) asked Yannee to help, not you. Don't have to give your &lt;s&gt;OHSOGOOD&amp;IJUSTLOVEIT&lt;/s&gt; attitude. We don't need that &amp;amp; we don't deserve yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! After school, met girlfriend. Went to collect the cookie with Sass, Nette, Bestaye &amp; Qiaos! :D Hahha, nice nice. So prettaye. xD Girlfriend &amp;amp; I went BK to mug(yeah right). Did a little of maths, again. Talked a lot about the past. (: I enjoy x) More to come okay, girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left around 4plus, girlfriend sent me home. :) I love her hella lots. Don't you ever take her away. x) Listen to the song, Gui Ji by Jay C. &amp; Ji De By Zhang Hui Mei. So cheena but it's nice. The meaningful lyrics, I cried over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop pretending like you care. Stop it. I already knew everything, stop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I won't breakdown. I won't cry. I won't shed a fucking tear for you. I won't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUITION, bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOSH }&lt;/strong&gt; Yep, I'll link you up soon. Hahha, I'm alreayd smart, wanna compete me? Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACLYN }&lt;/strong&gt; JACJAC accept the fact, you're a black big eyed fishball okay. Hahah, love you many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOANNA }&lt;/strong&gt; Yep! I will, you too aye? Haven't seen you in awhile, beloved! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHYAN }&lt;/strong&gt; You always do that yknow. Hahha, I'll do up your skin soon, I promise k. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steff }&lt;/strong&gt; nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks for all those time, stop pretending like you care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks a gazillion, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucktard you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112721146156911242?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112721146156911242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112721146156911242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/troubled-soul.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112701355447251282</id><published>2005-09-18T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T21:12:16.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mid-Autumn Festival.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugged out yesterday, with Shyan, Sass, Qiaos &amp; her two other friends. Did a little of maths xD Met Qiaos &amp;amp; Sass at compass first, then took a train down to serangoon to meet shyan(&lt;s&gt;Ihatehermom. Hermomisadestroyerofallplans.&lt;/s&gt;). Yeah, &amp; we trained all the way down to Toa Payoh. Walked around, look for the bloody library. I got the image of the library in my mind but I can't figure how to get there 'til Shyan's irritating bro taught her how to. Hahh, then I remembered how. Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Delifrance. We were the loudest there. Hah, it's always us. We make a difference, in a bad way, that is. Bought cookies &amp; went up to the library to mug. Stupid fat arse took up our space. Damn it. But anyway it's over so leave it. Four bloody people squeeze into a small chair. Bloody hell, that guy already flung his 'Mr Gentleman' test lah! Loserish. :\ Studied for awhile, went to look for videos, The Winslow Boy. They didn't have it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't stand the small tiny chair we had to squeeze there. Hueysi(Qiaos's friend) came &amp; we moved to Long John's to study. Frikkin' hot weather kills. Wenndi(Qiaos's friend) came. We couldn't concentrate for long 'til it cools down a little. Ate, drank, ate. Photos after photos. Hahah, magazines after magazines. We didn't study after that. Can't concentrate any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left around 4 plus, took train down to compass with Sass. Wenndi went back I think, Huaysi &amp; Qiaos went town. Wenndi didn't said goodbye. Sass &amp; I decide not to give her a tick on her 'Mr Gentleman' test. Flung, shake head. Went to buy stuff at compass, walked around. Dale was in compass but I went home when she arrived. Roflol, not fated, my love. The phrase "going home" is freaking me out, totally. Parents are killers. &lt;em&gt;Someone please take me away? )):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, bathed, did work. Every words you said, has thorns on them. Went for dinner, down to Punggol Park to celebrate MAF. Met Yao Jun, Tricia, Xiu Wen, Cecilia, Yolanda, Persis &amp; yj's sister. They're bloody funny, keep asking my sister to run away from me. Dumbell, like she dare to. Met up with Nettes &amp;amp; Sass awhile later. Frikkin' retarded of us lah. Nette &amp; I took turns to piggy-back Sass. She look small but.. you can try carrying her. Yeah, really. I wonder what her mom cooks for dinner that made her grow on the inside &amp;amp; not outside. But well.. Zell is heavier than she is. Now I wonder what my aunt did to those dinners she prepared for us. She must have added something that made my sis &amp; I grow on the inder &amp;amp; made outside look ugly. (practically the whole family 'cos those tummies are getting bigger &amp; bigger!) Left at around 10plus. Bathed again, watched Full House :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the photos, soon. I'll try doing it now. Resize first, then upload. Ugh, it takes a bloody long time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RON }&lt;/strong&gt; Hohoho, hope they're useful aye? Btw, tell me your choices ok? I keep seeing that girl around in school this few days. Hurrr, &lt;s&gt;disgusting&lt;/s&gt; is what I think about when her face appears. See you around tmr morning! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACLYN }&lt;/strong&gt; AYE! Cannot! Sound so disgusting. Ewwwwww! Jacjac, be nicer Something else lah! Black goldfish. &lt;em&gt;Black big-eyed goldfish.&lt;/em&gt; How unique, hor? I wanna make it longer. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOSH }&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, I miss you too! You better study hard &amp; not slack. You're not having exams on slacking lah! Stupid arse :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You got the moves now, come &amp;amp; get me, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112701355447251282?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112701355447251282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112701355447251282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/mid-autumn-festival.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112686640725911184</id><published>2005-09-16T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:26:47.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I'm done with death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO! FWALALA! MUAHAHAHA! YAY! WHEEE! WHOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super bored. Home early today :) Mugging sessions with Shyan &amp; Michelle tmr :D Alrighty, bestaye's mom sent me back today. Hahah, stupid Mariel. Effing irritating but fun to bully. Hohoho! Came home, ate lunch, studied a little! Did maths! xD I've got quite a number of ??? questions. They know me but I don't know them, hurrrr. Shall do them all tmr. I guess I'm gonna study, maths, bio &amp;amp; ss tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster's getting cooler &amp; cooler, aye! Hahah, shall change my profile soon. Oh &amp;amp; I forgot to mention. My lovely, love-glynis-UOYEVOLI-twinnie-a-lot but meano UOYEVOLI twinnie is so uber cute. Hahah, I love her hella lots. You won't know what kinda black heart lies behind that sweety pie look of hers. Hahha, Twinnie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNE }&lt;/strong&gt;  Good girly, good! :D I'm so glad you're fine now. I hope everything's back to normal yeah? Take care yeah! &lt;3 Out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL }&lt;/strong&gt; Yeap! I'll remember that, love! :D Study hard for your papers okay! I'll see you around.. soon? Hurrr, your kitty sweets x) Hehh, &lt;3s you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- :&lt;/strong&gt; "I missed the times we bonded. sigh*" Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH THAT STUPID BITCH AT HOME CAN'T STOP CHATTERING. SHE NAGS NON STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112686640725911184?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112686640725911184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112686640725911184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/tonight-im-done-with-death.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112678226974517293</id><published>2005-09-15T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T19:04:29.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's where she lies broken inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If you want to truly understand your power, give up control from time to time. It's hard to let go of an old relationship, whether it's a friend you've&lt;br /&gt;known since kindergarten or someone you see on a daily basis. However, if the&lt;br /&gt;situation is getting more and more uncomfortable, and you two are getting less&lt;br /&gt;and less enjoyment from each other's company, it's time to evaluate what's going&lt;br /&gt;on with a clear and cool head. It's nobody's fault -- in fact, it's quite&lt;br /&gt;normal. You're just growing in different directions.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what friendster says about my horoscope. It's quite true yknow. -looks at girlfriend. Hmm, I don't know. Oh well. I can't seem to get over that.. Ugh, nvm. Optimistic, I'll be! :D Okay, girlfriend? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is horrible today. The homework keep coming in, never ends. Rushed SS throughout the whole day. &lt;em&gt;Dearest just called &amp; something bad happened. :\ Don't wanna mention. Sigh.&lt;/em&gt; My nose is so irritating. I'm sneezing like nobody's busniess! ): &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOMEWORK TIME! So dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLIES&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL L. } I'm sick, I'm worried, I'm upset, I'm fucking pissed. :\ Things are not right at the moment &amp;amp; I feel like screaming at the top of my voice. Ugh, I need I need! ):&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL F. } Hey kid, I missed you too! Please take care of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Babyboy x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112678226974517293?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112678226974517293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112678226974517293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-where-she-lies-broken-inside.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112669430388031711</id><published>2005-09-14T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:38:23.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your words no longer mean anything to me, or rather, us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you? Where have you been? How's things over your side? I never know, neither did she. Everything just change, you changed, things changed. Boy oh boy, she gave you pressure hur? HAHA how did she went there's no conversation &amp; texting between you two? She did magic, aye? :\ Sigh, you changed. I can't face up to that fact that you changed. You changed into someone I don't know, someone I don't even wanna talk to. Tell me, what happened recently? What happened to you? Why things changed so quickly? Why did you become someone else? My heart has been tearing &amp;amp; crying so bad, will you still be there? Be the one to heal it again, be the one to kiss my troubles away, be the one to listen to me rant even when I don't feel secure telling anyone? No, hah, nothing like this is ever gonna happen again. No, nothing. Those excuses were right. Her "I guess"s all were right. Where is the old you we both used to know? Where are all the promises we had? :\&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hen xiang ni x(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do we have to say goodbye?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlyfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens, I'm always here. I will love you forever. I will never leave you. I will not desert you. Alrighty! :D -hugs tight! Dating soon wokay! Hen xiang ni, ting jian le ma? Whoooo~ Hehh, nice song x) Heart you many many girly! muahs =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will reply the commento the next time okay! :D Sorry peeps. Keep commenting okay! &lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112669430388031711?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112669430388031711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112669430388031711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/your-words-no-longer-mean-anything-to.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112666332878665425</id><published>2005-09-14T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:02:08.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've built a love but that love falls apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school today. Swollen eye, rashes everywhere. &amp; the itch is unbearable. Feeling as though I didn't bathe(I did!!) &amp;amp; like someone.. Shan't mention :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, got punished by Miss Teh 'cos I didn't do my sketches. Drew another 20 more after school. The itch and swelling started. Had lunch, the swell did not subside. :\ Continued to draw. Wait for Qiaos &amp; Hilda after that. Went off to compass. Consulted a doctor there 'cos polyclinic closed already. Was with Sassy, Qiaos &amp;amp; SJ. Thanks yall(: Love you manymany &lt;3 Took the med &amp; applied the cream immediately. Super itchy. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Banquet after that. Ate Rotiboy! :D Alright, sick &amp;amp; I'm still damn hyper. Went home, did a little of my work. Online, dinner, ate med, off to lala land xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are you now when I needed you the most? I've been missing you so bad. You weren't the one I knew anymore. The umpteen times of &lt;s&gt;'Trust me. I'll never leave you.'&lt;/s&gt; has already become I-just-say-it-for-the-fun-of-saying-it, to you that is. So those messages actually mean nothing to you? Great. You were always the first to know everything &amp; now I wonder where have you been? Even her, she don't know where are you, she don't know anything. Messages sent out but ignored by you. I wonder what's up with you recently. It's been more than a month since we last talk yknow? We used to talk everynight, everyday. :\ Where is the &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; I used to know, I used to talk to, I used to confide my problems in? I wonder, really. &amp; our date. You promised me you'd bring me out if I did well in my exams. I did but you're gone. I can't seem to concentrate on my work. Sigh. &lt;strong&gt;Whenever my heart looks for you, I keep telling myself you're too busy to even have the time to talk to me.&lt;/strong&gt; I took that, but you can't be busy 'til you can't even reply a text right? I don't know. You walk out on me, anyway. ): Despite the messages &amp; everything. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where have you been? )': I miss you, sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never understand me, or rather, I didn't know you well enough.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES&lt;br /&gt;JACLYN }&lt;/strong&gt; HOHO, I won't hate you lah, fantastic artist JACLYN. Hahah, love you xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RACHAEL }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, so the next runaway, I'll ring you up alrighty! :D Thanks sweets, heart you many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL } &lt;/strong&gt;hahah, cheryl dear, your kitty sweets are waiting for you. x) Thanks, I'll ring you up for a secret meeting! Hurhur(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YILE }&lt;/strong&gt; So now kelly is yours, you think you very big lah? Sorry hor, kelly is my sister hor. She won't want a losuer like you =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL F. }&lt;/strong&gt; Hurrr, I miss you frikkin' much too! It's fucking fourteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen today! :D Heh, &lt;3 you much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cos I know you're not someone like these. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112666332878665425?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112666332878665425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112666332878665425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-built-love-but-that-love-falls.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112652073074550971</id><published>2005-09-12T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:25:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To know that you feel the same way as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ehat gstayin ta ehom. I tcan dstan ti, I dha henoug fo geverythin. Kfuc ti lal hla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW 'BOUT KILLING ME NOW? The pain is unbearable. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away please?&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MOM I HATE DAD.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE EVERYONE, EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;NEED&lt;/strong&gt; TO LEAVE THIS FUCKING HOME.&lt;br /&gt;ANY TAKERS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112652073074550971?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112652073074550971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112652073074550971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/to-know-that-you-feel-same-way-as-i-do.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112634568217950746</id><published>2005-09-10T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T17:48:02.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As the blood runs red down the needle &amp; thread, someday I'll be loved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy anniversary, buddy(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, a lot. Take care wherever, whenever you are. :D &lt;3 LOVE YOU, still (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, I slept for 13 hours today :D Satisfaction. One more day before school reopens but a pile of homework there is left undone. Hurrr, I'm damn lazy. I'm home the world day. Sassy &amp;Nette are working, Bestaye is busy with her rehearsels, Qiaos is with her Netball people I think. I'm the only one lazing around, doing nothing. Hurrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go edit photos.&lt;br /&gt;Hehh, OUTT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, reply tags first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NNATS }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha, I'm watching it on tv now 'cos the vcd is with my cousin. Hahha, He's so hot, he's so hot!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! xD Jing Shu passed away at the end &amp; that is so sad. You Li should die though she's pretty but effing evil. Hehh, ii lurbb euu &lt;strong&gt;nnataliie s0hhhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lydia(: }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey girly, thanks :D you too yeah! Out soon! &lt;3 LOVEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes it feels like I don't really know what's going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112634568217950746?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112634568217950746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112634568217950746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-blood-runs-red-down-needle-thread.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112623908400662946</id><published>2005-09-09T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:11:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone's a lost romantic, since our love became a kissing show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly's BBQ was a.. good one. :D Not much people there 'cos "it's a thursday", that's what Kelly said. Weird, very weird. Went to meet Qiaosy at Compass Heights at 6+, saw Yettie they all. Called Kelly to come down &amp; bring us up, haha. We went to her hosue, get stuffs, went to the BBQ pit(?). Christen &amp;amp; Wenndi were there too. Hahah, Qiaosy tried to start the BBQ but hurrrr, Kelly's dad &amp; some guy came to help instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sassy &amp; Nettey came awhile after that. So many of us there, they're the two that wear until like big grand dinner xD Hahha, they went out before that, that's why. Hurrrr. Went up to the playground, talked for awhile. Went down to get food. Sat at one dark cornor to have a heart-to-heart talk with Sassy POO! Hahah, damn hilarious. Nettey &amp;amp; Qiaosy went to take food for us while we talk x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valarie is my conflict guuuuuurl :D Haha, some stupid conversation we had that day made her said that. Her sister is bloody cute, but why Val like that ah?! Okay kidding, lol. Sat around the swimming pool after eating. &lt;em&gt;I didn't expect her to do that.&lt;/em&gt; We keep singing, hahah! Sass wants to be known as SA LA LAU when she goes for the superstar thing. Hahha! We all wanna join. If cannot make it, we'll go recording. $48 bucks each. By the time, Sassy &amp; Nettey work should be can have the money already x) Hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around till 10+, Sass left, cut cake, walked Nettey to the taxi stand. After that, I went home on my own. :D Splendid day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1230mn, when I was about to sleep, Tricia called to ask me to call Yao Jun's phone. Called, talked till 3+, I hung up. Woke up at around 7+, online :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adele }&lt;/strong&gt; hey(: you take care too &lt;3 LOVEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jaclyn }&lt;/strong&gt; hurrr, IDIOT! :D see you in school on monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;varron }&lt;/strong&gt; hello (: LOVEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll be loved &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112623908400662946?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112623908400662946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112623908400662946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/everyones-lost-romantic-since-our-love.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112617265759519651</id><published>2005-09-08T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T17:44:17.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know if I'm doing the right thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a woman crying out tonight. Her world has changed, she asked God why." - Good Charlotte's We Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world changed &amp; I feel like crying all the time but no one is there. Everything changed ever since ______ met _____ &amp;amp; I was lost. I don't know if my predictions were right but I assume it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting hell at home, again. Everything's ain't right for me, right at da moment. Mom is killing me with her swings. Dad is killing me with his i-dont-understand-the-situation-but-i-just-lose-my-temper attitude. Grizel is killing me with her wants &amp; needs. Schoolwork is killing me, teachers are so gonna skin me alive at school on monday IF I do not finish my work by monday morning, 7.20am. I wished I could change everything. The world, my life, my family, my friends(not all), MY MISERABLE 15TH BIRTHDAY,  right at the moment when ______ &amp; _____'s eyes met. &gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is crying for so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling damn fucked up. RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want things to end up this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the world!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck  fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112617265759519651?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112617265759519651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112617265759519651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-know-if-im-doing-right-thing.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112614322227932228</id><published>2005-09-08T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:33:42.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's the one who makes me feel on top of the world&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first, &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Kelly(:&lt;/em&gt; I don't know if she'll read this. Hah. BBQ at her house later x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy over Korean shows now. :\ Thanks to mom &amp; cousin. Stairways to Heaven is effing touching. Mom &amp;amp; cousin cried few times. I didn't have the time to watch, haha. Kim Tae Hee / Han Yuri(which is Han You Li in chinese), she's damn !#$%^ in the show. But she's pretty, Meryl &amp; I agreed on that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/hanyouli.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/youli.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's quite pretty, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/youlipretty.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is pretty, but why evil?! Ok show, glynis, show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/faints.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/chengjunjingshu.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so hot so hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/chengjun.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="300" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/theshow.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/chengjun2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/chengjunnnnnnnn.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/hmph.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/jingshu.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY, but Youli prettier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/taihua.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, the brother, Tai Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/jingshu2.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREETTYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/young-chengjun.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, he don't look good when he was younger. That's Cheng Jun, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/youngtaihua.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's better! That's Tai Hua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/young-jingshu.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S DAMN PRETTY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 3px solid" height="320" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y51/meandmygirls-/young-youli.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, no comments ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer Tai Hua when he was younger, Jingshu when she was younger. :D I prefer Youli &amp; Changjun when they're older. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grizel's noisy friend is coming to our house, now. ): Disastrous morning, I'll be having. They want to use the computer, that's what I am VERY afraid of. RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should go to Kelly's party later. Bestaye's not going 'cos she need to do her hair, Sass &amp;amp; Nette is going but mught be leabing early, Qiaos got her friends there so most probably she won't be with us &amp; stuff, ME HOW? :\ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yile }&lt;/strong&gt; stupid yile. &lt;em&gt;"BANG SO HARD ALREADY LATER E ORH E ORH HOW!"&lt;/em&gt; Nobody will bother about the &lt;em&gt;E ORH E ORH&lt;/em&gt; when they know it's YILE in danger, okay. Don't worry yeah, I know you're very concerned about people wasting their precious time on your &lt;em&gt;E ORH E ORH&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESTAYE }&lt;/strong&gt; you're leaving me alone tonight, you kuku. don't lie to me again on sunday okay! I'll really call 999. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; : ahem, since when &amp; where did I mention that I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; I am &lt;em&gt;chii0000000&lt;/em&gt;? if you got no evidence, nothing, just get lost &amp; get a life. Nothing better to do? Study for EOY &amp;amp; get a tutor. You need tuition. :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;garel }&lt;/strong&gt; It's the truth! Don't bother to hide okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl }&lt;/strong&gt; I'm sleeping early, so are you! Haha,  aH liiAn sSiiSy.. wE g0 tAke PeeeeeeeeekcHurEs tuugEtHer 0Kiiex. :\ Wahaha, how was breakfast yesterday? Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NNATS! }&lt;/strong&gt; OMG, you're so cute lah. Silly, I didn't expect you to be here. :D n0n0 eUu 0s0 bErii pLettiiii lEhx. wE pleeeetttiiii t0gEthEr 0kiieex. :D &lt;strong&gt;I love you lah.&lt;/strong&gt; muah muah muah =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERENE }&lt;/strong&gt; I did not &amp; do not bully you. :D I'm sucha nice person, why would I bully you?! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Too many lies committed too many games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112614322227932228?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112614322227932228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112614322227932228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/shes-one-who-makes-me-feel-on-top-of.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112596969381435327</id><published>2005-09-06T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T09:21:33.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I don't know what to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns. Slept at 3 last night. Stupid &lt;em&gt;GRIZEL TAN TXIN EE&lt;/em&gt; woke me up at 7am! =O Bloody hell. Talked to Yao Jun, Tricia, Cecilia, Yolanda &amp; Xiu Wen last night x) The laughings never ends. Damn funny! Damn long &amp;amp; busy so I'll summerize everything. At first was Yao Jun, Tricia &amp; me. 5 minutes later, Cecilia. 10 minutes later, Yolanda. I hung up at around 10+. Called back later at 12mn. Yolanda left, followed by Cecilia. Hung up to call bestaye, talked for awhile, called back Yao Jun. Talk talk talk, bestaye called in. Bestaye was uber bored 'cos Tricia stopped talking(a sign of sleepiness!), Yao Jun busy rubbing her blue-blacks &amp;amp; I just kepy quiet since no one is talking. Bestaye keep using her cell to call out, finally found someone else to talk to, she left. Talk to Yao Jun can die! Slow, retarded, blur. &amp; she goes 'huh' after every sentence of mine. While were talking, Tricia fell asleep somewhere. Lol, &amp; Yao Jun called Xiu Wen, wake her up to talk to us. Hahah, &amp;amp; she sounded uber tired &amp; Yao Jun just don't wanna let her go to sleep, meano. I hung up after awhile 'cos mom came in, which is around 3am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school later, with bestaye. I need to finish my art by today. I can if I stop lazing around the net :&lt;br /&gt;I bought my limegreen nail polish!&lt;br /&gt;Shall apply it now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SINYEE }&lt;/strong&gt; HELLO SINYEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's time to put on another smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112596969381435327?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112596969381435327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112596969381435327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/now-i-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112588905498326204</id><published>2005-09-05T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T10:57:34.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reminisce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at school doing my art video now(: Just had my yummy mac's breakfast! Roflol, thanks to val. She bought it for us all. Listening to Cheryl's blog song now. Lucky she got that music thingy there, if not I'd just die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-points to the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Towning on Friday! :D With Sassy POO, Nettey POO, Chansy POO &amp; Qiaosy POO.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UOYEVOLI, where are you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not love, it's misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112588905498326204?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112588905498326204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112588905498326204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/reminisce.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112580841051988850</id><published>2005-09-04T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T12:33:30.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're making things worse, making me hate &lt;em&gt;you both&lt;/em&gt; a lot more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm thinking but I know I'm lost in the world of my own. I'm lost &amp; I don't know what to do. I'm already losing you, or rather, I've lost you. Things are never gonna be the same again but.. what can I do? There's nothing I can do. Stop leading me on when you know there won't be a ending out of &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;. Why not just tell me what you want &amp; I really hate it when you just act as though you don't know anything when you're the one ruining everything. You're making me hate you more, making the interest in talking to her lose even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super random entry. I just wanna vent out everything.&lt;br /&gt;RAH, I REALLY HATE YOU A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;Someone please shoot them now.&lt;br /&gt;-looks at qiaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;that would probably help me get her outta my mind a tiny winy little bit.&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112580841051988850?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112580841051988850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112580841051988850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/youre-making-things-worse-making-me.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112576030716452294</id><published>2005-09-03T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T23:11:47.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never give up on the things that make you happy (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That quote is nice. Got it from girlfriend's past entries. The way she used to type is.. h-o-r-r-i-b-l-e. :\ Go check it out, yeh? Anyway, I'm not giving up on things that makes me happy. &lt;em&gt;God &amp; friends(:&lt;/em&gt; Not forgetting, &lt;em&gt;art &amp;amp; music!&lt;/em&gt; :D I'm glad lah, though so much shit is happening around me. Well, shit happens, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are gonna be a nightmare for me, I guess. I need to mug hard, I want to shop, I gotta do templete for &lt;em&gt;Meryl dear &amp; some other people&lt;/em&gt;, I need to take care of my troublesome sister, I've got a lot of catching ups to do with &lt;strong&gt;beloved, sham, girlfriend, buddy&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; a lot others, I've got my art work undone(!!), I need to meet up with the clique all the time so that we won't lose each other &amp;amp; a lot others. Omg, glynis ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here I go again. Spent the whole day with the family. Some argument &amp; quarrels got in the way but afterall the day was good(: Went off to Lucky Plaza in the morning. Everyone was in TEE + SHORTS with SLIPPERS. Roflol, nice. Dad got me my Zen Neeon Baby! :D Heh, thanks dad(: They don't have the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; one so I got the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; one instead x) Happy now :D After that, shopped around CK Tangs &amp;amp; Isetan. Mom bought some stuff for her friend, left for (late)lunch. Lol, went home &amp; dealed with my new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; baby! Heh, bought my sister to the swimming complex for her stupid swimming lessons. Dined with the family at Sakae in RM after that x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something spoiled the day but I guess I'm fine -looks at bestaye. I gotta do things that would make me happy, YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girley ; }&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, hahah. Btw, may I know who is this? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yile }&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, that's why when I was reading I found that phrase so fucking familiar. Hahah, I don't quite get it. I mean I get it but I don't know if I'm right. Lol, I love that book so frikkin' much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So much of me is you; I wanna cater to my man(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112576030716452294?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112576030716452294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112576030716452294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/never-give-up-on-things-that-make-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112563892077347010</id><published>2005-09-02T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:28:40.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause your lover is my &lt;s&gt;best&lt;/s&gt; friend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly lost the in the superstar shiat &amp; it has a great impact on me for some reasons. :\ I like Kelly 'cause of &lt;em&gt;some reasons.&lt;/em&gt; Other than that, she's pretty &amp;amp; her singing is good(: Texted dearest last night &amp; she's working as a ice-cream man. &lt;em&gt;(laugh now people, laugh)&lt;/em&gt; Jace used to be one too. Ok it ain't funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at school now. Miss Sek ain't at school, Miss Teh left us at the computer lab to do our own things. :D Free period? Roflol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still reading my Tuesdays With Morrie &amp; it's frikkin' nice (x I like all the quotes &amp;amp; stuff. It's all about life :D &lt;em&gt;"Love wins, love always wins"&lt;/em&gt; - I like that x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persis just tricked the class by saying.. "Miss Teh is coming!" But that was a lie. Stupid bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams starts on 27 Sept. It has been changed. Ok it's both good &amp; bad lah. Mugging sessions starts right away. &lt;em&gt;(yes glynis!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mugging sessions, anyone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Be nice(((((((x I really wanna study lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping spree tomorrow! (ok one minute I'm talking about study but the next, I'm going shopping tomorrow, how contradicting of you glynis) With Sassy POO, Nettey POO &amp; Qiaosy POO! &lt;3333333333333333333333333333s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QIAOLIN }&lt;/strong&gt; yknow thats flying picture of her. roflol. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha }&lt;/strong&gt; your birthday doesn't concern me, dear(: Cos I changed the url that's why you can see lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOANNA }&lt;/strong&gt; love, I'm always here yeah? We need to talk soon. I've got a lot a lot to tell you. &amp; yknow I've got a really bad memory, I'll forget them all! :D Love you la, beloved :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd trade anything for your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112563892077347010?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112563892077347010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112563892077347010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/cause-your-lover-is-my-best-friend.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112554392900387284</id><published>2005-09-01T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:58:00.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I was the one who was loving you, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only tears you'd cry would be tears of joy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I see the way he treats you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the tears you cried,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes sad, and it makes mad,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Cause your lover is my best friend&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that's where they story ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I've gotta try, to keep it inside.&lt;br /&gt;You will never be, never be mine but,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I was the one who was loving you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;The only tears you'd cry would be tears of joy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I was by your side,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know one lonely night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;And if it was my arms you were running to,&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you love in these arms of mine.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I was the one in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could have just one wish,&lt;br /&gt;I'd wish that you were mine&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would hold you near,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss away those tears.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be so good to you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're the one I want next to me,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's just not meant to be.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's there in your life,&lt;br /&gt;And he's sharing your nights,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;It'll never be, never be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice song, try it. Ask it from me if you want(: The song is like my situation now =\ Oh well, I'm gonna stop thinking about all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;P=F069&amp;amp;AID=2777005&amp;Pres=Y"&gt;http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=-missglynis&amp;amp;P=F069&amp;AID=2777005&amp;amp;Pres=Y&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's photos x) &amp;amp; I think you need an acct in order to view =\ Heh, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotting officially starts now.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESTAYE }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahah, check out the photos please. I so love you :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112554392900387284?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112554392900387284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112554392900387284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-i-was-one-who-was-loving-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112548508372008123</id><published>2005-08-31T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T18:44:43.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Teacher's Day to all teachers in the world!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D School was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay fun today(: Had celebration! The dance by the dance club was so fab! Hahah, I like theirs the most! Hahah, some sec2 class one was hilarious. The whole group of us there couldn't stop laughing. The student councilors one was &lt;em&gt;BOUNCAYE&lt;/em&gt;! -looks at bestaye. 4e was good too(: I realised actually our school got quite a few great dancers aye! Hahah, the way they sway their ass, WHAOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to have lunch with Nettey POO &amp; Sassy POO! Hahaha, ate mos again. Home, piano, home, online! :D Oh, by the way, I know how to play Giga already(: Like finally after dontknow many gazillion years, roflol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESTAYE }&lt;/strong&gt; Yknow what is accidentially anot! Hahah, I had so much fun at school today leh. Hahha, ii lurb chew (high voice). ii lurbb chew (low voice). How 'bout that?!! Hahha, dating dating dating x) Roflol. BOUNCAYE PEOPLE DANCING AYE? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr yile nice(: }&lt;/strong&gt; Hurrr. Nice ah? I'm the nicest :D YAY. I can't message anymore 'cos I'm left with another probably 50 more free smses till next month's 14. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, okie dokie! After the sept holidays lah okay? (: WHEE DO YOU STILL WANT YOUR MAGIC SWEETS 'COS ITS BLARDEE TEMPTING! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's tearing me up inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112548508372008123?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112548508372008123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112548508372008123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112536698455565791</id><published>2005-08-30T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T09:57:18.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll remember all our promises &amp; 'used to be's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO! Escaped from school today with Sassy POO, TEEHEE :D Sassy POO just left my house after hearing some shocking news. Hahah, I'm bored! Alright, anyway bestaye said that half the class didn't attend school today. &amp;amp; I guess the reason was because of the art proj. Mine is so screwed lah, but ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally finished my 120 N'level maths qns! :D Ok was supposed to hand up yesterday but I couldn't finish so I didn't hand up. Mrs Ong is so gonna skin me alive if she finds out. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS BUDDY A LOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Umpteen textes, ignored. She went MIA ): RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! :&lt;br /&gt;Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End, Punggol End,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna go.. ): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE NICE TODAY! -points above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sauyan }&lt;/strong&gt; HOHOHO, you're missed by me too! Haha, I'll see you around at school.. soon ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steph }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha, yeah yeah! I don't think we're the only ones like this. I find it so contradicting, agree? Heh, but haiya, there's nothing that I can do to change right. Hahha, love you tooooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;serene }&lt;/strong&gt; SERENE APPEAR WHEN? I miss you! Meet up soon ok! Better study hard for your papers yeah - be like ME :D Roflol, love you(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BESTAYE }&lt;/strong&gt; I almost typed &lt;em&gt;BEAST&lt;/em&gt;AYE. Hahah, anyway, I love you too :D YAY we need to go dating soon ok! We can just say whatever we want when we're alone, hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr yile nice(: }&lt;/strong&gt; SO THIS IS THE WAY YOU BE NICE LAH?! Hahah, okay lor. ROLL EYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHERYL }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah ok(: You really wanna go ah?!!! :D Heh love you heaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just the sound of your voice makes my heart melt, oh boy(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112536698455565791?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112536698455565791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112536698455565791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/ill-remember-all-our-promises-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112521230207586957</id><published>2005-08-28T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T14:58:22.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gotta shake it off 'cos the loving ain't the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE MY SUFFERING AWAY RIGHT NOW :\ I ate the wrong med last night &amp; now I've got allergy. My whole eye is swollen like hamburger. It was so bad last night so I went to see the doctor. How irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone again! :D Damn happy lah(: I'll stick my ass onto the chair &amp;amp; do my proj all day. Aircon's on &amp; people are singing for me! &lt;em&gt;YaYiE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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;BE NICE &amp; MAKE A DIFFERENCE TODAY,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRITE A TESTIMOMO FOR &lt;u&gt;GLYNIS(:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only ask you to write one leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR EVEN, COMMENT IN HER COMMENT BOX WITH KIND, CARING WORDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LET HER KNOW YOU LOVE HER MORE THAN YESTERDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR YOU COULD DONATE CASH TO &lt;em&gt;THE GLYNIS FUND&lt;/em&gt; - SHE'S QUITE IN NEED OF THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp; TO ALL THOSE WHO STILL OWE HER A PRESENT &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(DONT FORGET, SHE WAS FOURTEEN A WEEK OR SO AGO)&lt;/span&gt;, PLEASE GET SOMETHING&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(NOT CRAP AH) &lt;/span&gt;FOR HER, SHE'D LOVE YOU HEAPS FOR THAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cheryl }&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah I love butterflies! :D YAY it's time to catch butterflies! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rolrol }&lt;/strong&gt; I love you rol(: Yeah we'll talk soon ok Got a lot to update you about hur! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yile }&lt;/strong&gt; Heh, I'm Miss Glynis NICE :D YAY told you I'm nice :D I'm the nicest(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TINGSHAN }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey babe, thanks yeah(: I'm better already! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEPH }&lt;/strong&gt; I can't be bothered now (: I've got you &amp; my friend, why should I bother so much, right? Ok I'm saying this but I wonder if I'm doing it. Ugh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XIN }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, I'm so power aye! Heh, I wanna go there &amp;amp; scream my throat out! Hahah you better study hard ok! I know you're working, I saw you studying with a friend the other night at compass! :D Take lotsa care aye, don't fall ill while studying hard! Love you, sweets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making me love you more, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just because of Your great love(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112521230207586957?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112521230207586957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112521230207586957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-gotta-shake-it-off-cos-loving-aint.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112505967482184918</id><published>2005-08-26T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:34:34.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing's changing, can it get any better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's gonna murder me if she finds out that I'm using the comp instead of resting in bed. Ok, I'm sick lah! Ugh spoil my weekends. I'm tearing for nothing. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much undone. Maths/Chinese/Art proj not done, &lt;strong&gt;stupid things&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;stupid people&lt;/em&gt; bothers me a lot now. Days ain't getting any better, it's not gonna get me anywhere. I'm so tired of everything, I feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Ong told me not to give up(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I was being very random &amp; my mind is not working so I'll just shoot whatever is in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt about &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; last night. Omg, it's totally out of point &amp; I dreamt about it. Ugh, it's been so long &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; appeared in my dreams! &amp; the dream was hilarious lah ok. It will never come true, I mean really it will never. I feel stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punggol End&lt;/strong&gt; with me, anyone? I need to talk, scream, cry. Just everything lah ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xue* }&lt;/strong&gt; your magic sweets are with me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UOYEVOLI }&lt;/strong&gt; I heart you tons babe!(: WHEE! The happy smiley face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't like that smile on your face when you receive a sms or a phone call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cos I admit I'm frikkin' jealous &amp; I know who's that bus-tard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that bus-tard that torn my heart lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112505967482184918?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112505967482184918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112505967482184918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothings-changing-can-it-get-any.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112497928199645063</id><published>2005-08-25T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T22:14:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I surrender just to hear your voice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's gonna make the reality change. While the new one comes, the old one goes (: Go on &amp; sing &lt;strong&gt;'kai bu liao kou'&lt;/strong&gt; in class, go on &amp;amp; ask me about &lt;em&gt;JAYJAYJAY.&lt;/em&gt; I'll be strong, I promised UOYEVOLI that I'll be &amp; I will prove to the world that I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a weakling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's ok (: I failed the second part of my english paper &amp; Miss Sek mentioned about my mistakes &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;. Irritating. Stupid assembly ended late &amp;amp; we were dismissed at 2.45pm? Around there I guess. After that went home to shower, meet bestaye, triciaaaaaaa &amp; yj. I bought plenty sweets :) I bought magic sweets for Cheryl, some coffee japanese sweet &amp;amp; mentos for myself :) YAY yj bought that mixing sweet for me at mini toons! :D Bestaye bought her brown bag, happy her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;land&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;em&gt;owner&lt;/em&gt; - they make a very cute couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love them both - excuse me, &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt;, I meant! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to Cheryl &amp; bestaye is coooooooooooooool :D Hahah we're all under retardation :D I love &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jaclyn }&lt;/strong&gt; hello biggest idiot in the whole universe :D see ya at school tmr idiot. (nevertheless, I love you still &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yile&lt;em&gt;(:&lt;/em&gt; } &lt;/strong&gt;hey sweets. haha you're in my contacts yknow. Hahah I so agree with what you say lah! :D Hahah we'll talk soon aights. YAY thanks yeah! :D &amp; i'll always remember what you said in that comment. I'm breakdowning because of things that I've gone through but I hadn't learn my lessons. I'm learning, I'm growing. Hmmm :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xue* }&lt;/strong&gt; Hello sweetie. (: Hahah yeah annie ong :D WHEE! You add oil too :) Better study though gf is there. Hahah! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steph }&lt;/strong&gt; hahah hello pretty! we'll talk again aights. I love you a lot lah babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peifen }&lt;/strong&gt; hello sister! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SARAH L. aka baobei }&lt;/strong&gt; yknow what? I went to haloscan.com then I realised you commented but it didn't publish? Hahah, silly comment ok. Make it a habit to! Like chanel! :D I love you sarah L. :D Ok mrs sarah C. / miss sarah L. / miss sarah Y. (Y for young) Don't forget about our monthly kBox-ing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't we just bid our goodbyes here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112497928199645063?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112497928199645063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112497928199645063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-surrender-just-to-hear-your-voice.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112488859841062632</id><published>2005-08-24T20:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:03:18.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One &lt;s&gt;last&lt;/s&gt; try before I give up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, proper post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RESULTS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm here to boast, here to boast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;English - 15.5/25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maths - 26/50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bio - 17/25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chem - 4.5/25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chinese - 25.5/50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Literature - 16/25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Social S. - 20/25&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY FOR ME :D I'm happier with the results. Zel is suffering now HAHA she got papers tmr :D I got 120 maths qns to do, I'm done with the first 40. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xiaowei &amp;amp; I got the same nick, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Love-sickers? Roflol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112488859841062632?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112488859841062632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112488859841062632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-last-try-before-i-give-up_24.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112488176717437128</id><published>2005-08-24T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:09:27.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wished we never met&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I won't be feeling so broken now&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is it that we both want. You wanna lead your very happy life &amp; I want my happy life &amp;amp; be with you. I mean, not the status but as long as we're close like sardines, I won't mind. I've decided, I won't ever ever try the next time 'cos I know you can't be bothered, you won't try. Why should I always be the one trying when you're not doing anything. I'm giving up, I'm letting go. Maybe she's the one for you, she's the one you want all the time. She might be the one replacing &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. Don't ask me not to be sensitive cos I am. I've always been this way, nothing changes. Don't ask me not to ask why 'cos I've more than one why to ask you, but I refused to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the pain you caused that I'm feeling. You never thought of how I felt hur? You never wonder how is it gonna be like. &amp; jay reminds me of you so bad ): I've stopped being jay-siao 'cos I don't wanna be reminded of you &amp;amp; the pain. Jay stopped singing to me during recess, your name stopped appearing in my cell screen, tears start flowing &amp; never end. I keep telling myself not to give up but looking at the situation now, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shattered into million pieces &amp;&lt;strong&gt; you don't know, you don't care&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost, come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuckedd here, save me.&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bitch without you now ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steph }&lt;/strong&gt; hey love, thanks a lot yeah! :D Cheer up too aights! Talk again soon &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alvina }&lt;/strong&gt; thanks dear, for the talk. Hah love you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chanel }&lt;/strong&gt; I know you love me &amp; I know you make an effort to tell me that everyday by abusing me &amp;amp; commenting here :D I know I know, don't deny bestaye. I love you too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steff }&lt;/strong&gt; yeah you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UOYEVOLI }&lt;/strong&gt; love, thanks alot yes? We needa talk soon ok. I still got a lot to tell you lahhhhhhhhhh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xue* }&lt;/strong&gt; I miss CHEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW too! :D Hahah please peep in to mrs annie ong's homeroom whenever you walk pass cos everytime chanel &amp; I look at you, wanting to be nice &amp;amp; say hi, you never look in ): Hahah, we're sitting right at the back lah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle }&lt;/strong&gt; hello &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joanna }&lt;/strong&gt; beloved i've got more than alot to tell you now ): talk real soon ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all you can do is to say&lt;br /&gt;don't think too much.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112488176717437128?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112488176717437128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112488176717437128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-wished-we-never-metso-i-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112462717897518625</id><published>2005-08-21T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:30:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;Torn &amp; tattered&lt;br /&gt;Broken &amp;amp; faded&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow days haven’t been good ): Tears never end &amp; I realised people who promised to be there weren’t there anymore. Happiness used to fill me but now it’s gone. I can’t laugh I can’t smile. All I can do is sulk &amp;amp; think about you, stupidly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday’s celebration was a pretty normal one, just like any other outing with da grrls. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kBox-ed, movie-d, true&amp;dare-d :)&lt;/span&gt; Took neos too. Very random lah. Just that.. Dearest was there &amp;amp; bestaye wasn’t. :\ Watched maid. I almost scream die dearest. HAHA good for her. Part of the punishment. Heh heh who ask her late for so long. Oh well, shan’t blame her though. Ok so we went bishan after that. True&amp;dare-d.  DEAREST, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PINK COLOUR PINK COLOUR PINK COLOUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning went to the children’s home. Cleaned up :) Had a lot of fun though it’s damn tiring. Hahah, &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;yakun-ed&lt;/span&gt; after that! :D Nice man! :D Met girlfriend again later at 4. Met yj &amp; tricia with yj’s bro. Hahah, they so look alike lah. Hahah, so girlfriend was late for half an hour. Talked &amp;amp; all. Walked around. Girlfriend was being nice &amp; she walked me home! But after that we walked back ‘cos Mim wants me to meet them for dinner. HAHA girlfriend was using my camera like snap nonstop. Hahah retarded man, I’ll load them soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CLASS PHOTO! :)&lt;/span&gt; Jasmit is sending them to me nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww :D:D:D:D:D:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how you want me &amp; don’t want me at the same time. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The way you deal with this is so incorrigible that I can see through your lies baby. &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know how you managed to do it but I’ve seen you trying hard to hide those lies. No use hiding, I’ve found out. Now the only resort is goodbye. &amp;amp; I don’t wish to. I wished I could turn back time &amp; not give you away cos.. I’ve fallen. Without you, my heart starts to cry. You took my soul away &amp;amp; didn’t return ): I want you by my side, make it right again. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Come home soon.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty when you’re not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel so restless without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like something is missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel that life is purposeless without you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel that you're so important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You’re someone that I cherish a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You're someone that I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You’re someone that I will miss badly since you’re gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You’re someone that is always there no matter what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You’re someone that I care alot.&lt;br /&gt;You’re someone that I just wanna be with all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I’ll sit here, wait for your return. I’ll wait till you come back by my side.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t want you to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because while I’m typing this, you’ll see my heart bleed &amp; my eyes cry.&lt;br /&gt;You’re still my no.1 even if you’re gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/7960158-112462717897518625?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112462717897518625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112462717897518625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/torn-didnt-return-i-want-you-by-my.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112458549791865398</id><published>2005-08-21T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T08:51:37.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOW I WISHED I DIDN'T WENT FOR THE CELEBRATION&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED I COULD TURN BACK TIME&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED IT NEVER EXISTED&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED I WAS DEAD&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED WE WERE STILL THE SAME, NOTHING CHANGED&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED YOU'RE STILL BY MY SIDE ALL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED WE NEVER MET&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED YOU WEREN'T WHO YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED YOU'RE SOMEONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED I COULD TALK TO GOD&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED WE WEREN'T FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED YOU WOULD STILL BE THERE ALL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WISHED I COULD JUST TELL YOU IN THE FACE THAT &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Alvina &amp; buddy for being there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid birthday ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112458549791865398?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112458549791865398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112458549791865398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-i-wished-i-didnt-went-for.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112450391857364478</id><published>2005-08-20T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T10:11:58.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;em&gt;GLYNIS&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out soon so it's just a short tiny entry :)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet them. :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again when I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thanks to all those who wished me!&lt;br /&gt;Love yall! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there's a picture of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112450391857364478?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112450391857364478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112450391857364478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112444590913082057</id><published>2005-08-19T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:05:09.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cos' she's bittersweet &amp; she knocks me off my feet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh hello :) &lt;em&gt;KELLY &amp; WEILIAN&lt;/em&gt; is in for the project superstar :) Dearest &amp;amp; I, totally in love with Kelly. Awwwwwww, sweet &amp; pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was a disaster. Shan't talk about it, it spoils it more. Clique isn't like a clique at all. Conflicts occurs to us all the fucking time, tell me why. What the fuck. Oh well, but I'm glad I've got &lt;strong&gt;Sassy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;/em&gt; &amp; &lt;strong&gt;Chanel&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Chooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/em&gt; to rely on. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons were ok. I couldn't concentrate at all 'cos I slept at 2 =x Whee! But I'm happy :) I'm fucking fourteen today &amp; I'll be fucking fifteen tomorrow! :D What's so special, anyway? Nothing's special this year. Celebration's on tomorrow! YAY. I'm meeting dearest &amp;amp; my grrls tomorrow first thang in the morning! Gonna go kBox, movies then we're gonna hang around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestaye's gonna call tonight. Heh I gotta keep my phone &amp; cell with me all the time. Phone calls are open till late night today !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally's being very cute this morning. She greeted me &amp; claimed that she wanted to be the first again this year. So cute. &amp;amp; I don't know why I stupidly replied "happy birthday happy birthday" to her. Ok morning madness. &amp; that stupid LEE LI LING stand around &amp;amp; smilelaughsmile. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always pray for someone like you? Every birthday wish, every little prayer I say to God, every little wish-upon-a-star I make, it's always you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yile(: }&lt;/strong&gt; Hello, bloghopping ah? Don't fall down hor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chanel }&lt;/strong&gt; I love you too bestaye! You're the one &amp; only! We're going sing k, don't know who not going hor? So sad for that person leh &lt;em&gt;HORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; for my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I know that dream would remain as a dream that never come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112444590913082057?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112444590913082057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112444590913082057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/cos-shes-bittersweet-i-know-that-dream.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112427232689713520</id><published>2005-08-17T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T17:52:06.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your presence, baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's where I wanna stay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello :) School rawk today, despite the teachers picking on me :\ Hah, bio was uber boring, as usual. Maths was good. After recess was ever better, 3 free periods :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert was fucking boring &amp; hot. The air-con in the hall makes no difference. Shangari was up on stage with her "modelling". HAHAHA. She's damn cute lah. The whole class yelled &amp;amp; cheered for her. Whee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Sass, Bestaye, Qiaos &amp; I went to lunch at cp. Mac's again &amp;amp; I'm very broke. Sass just donated two pathetic five cents - which is ten miserable cents to the glynis fund. HAHA yknow the glynis fund welcomes presents :) HAHA. Met Qiaos friend, Emy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MORE EXCITING DAYS TO MY PATHETIC 15TH! YAY YAY YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rachael }&lt;/strong&gt; YES! Hahaha, we'll talk soon ok. We really really need to. I know you've been busy lahh :) Meawhile, take lotsa care aights! &amp; I love you still &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chanel }&lt;/strong&gt; bestaye, ushiomnvuiodhvcuiondohnuihcfuioejnrfuhi(speaks in you-know-what lang) HAHA I had tonsa fun with you &amp; the rest today at school :) Thanks for everything babe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lydia }&lt;/strong&gt; hey prettayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll never be good enough for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112427232689713520?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112427232689713520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112427232689713520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/in-your-presence-babythats-where-i.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112409839606999495</id><published>2005-08-15T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:33:16.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as the stars shine down from the heavens, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll never get over you getting over me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. Ok I just reached home not long ago &amp; I have to give up the computer to my sister in 15 mins. That's when her dumb hi5 ends =x  School was a total shiat. Bloody screwed by some shiat lah. Shan't mention. Talking to theresaaaaaaa now :) That pretty ass! Whee! She's my uoyevoli :) &amp; I know I love her a lot. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAREST, ARE YOU JEALOUS OR WHAT? I CAN PLAY BBALL ANYTIME I WANT. NOT LIKE SOMEBODYYYYY HOR? :&lt;br /&gt;dearest &amp; I watched the fireworks together last night x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right, we watched together.. in tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;michelle }&lt;/strong&gt; I won't wonder where have &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; &amp; our laughters, liveliness gone. &amp; I swear I miss you lah hor. Study together again ok :) &amp;amp; our shoppings &amp; movies :D:D:D:D Heh, you're so far yet so near. You always assure me that you're there though you don't appear often! Hahah &amp;amp; silly I'm feeling much better about everything now :) I'm glad lah. Hahah, I know who! My husband lor. :D Jay could be mine. Shh dont tell sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;garel }&lt;/strong&gt; what's with your nick ah. garelvinnlee? Hahha, I know you're jealous lah ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chanel }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah I love you too bestaye!! You're best of the best man! We only rely on us ok :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joey }&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks for your advices &amp;amp; stuff. &lt;3 love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112409839606999495?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112409839606999495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112409839606999495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/as-long-as-stars-shine-down-from.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112398674108767304</id><published>2005-08-14T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T10:32:21.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're my biggest mistake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the phone with dearest now x) Lunch at raffles hotel later, &amp; dinner at uncle's place, &lt;em&gt;AGAIN&lt;/em&gt;. Busy day I'll be having today. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather we both stay as friends now x) I'm happier that way.&lt;br /&gt;At least I've met you before.&lt;br /&gt;I know you wouldn't leave :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dearest }&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for everything dearest x) -hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joanna }&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah ok we'll talk soon yeah? :D  love you heaps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QIAO LIN }&lt;/strong&gt; thanks x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JACLYN }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah you're the biggest idiot on earth, my dear. :D nevertheless, I love you still xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUDDY }&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks heaps buddy. :D I know that you're always there &amp; I love you! :D -hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNE }&lt;/strong&gt; girlfriend, I don't know what my world would be if I didn't had you &amp;amp; buddy. You're still the girlfriend even if there's a &lt;em&gt;real girlyfriend&lt;/em&gt; in my life ok (: You're always the one :D -hugs tight! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112398674108767304?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112398674108767304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112398674108767304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/youre-my-biggest-mistake.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112383907191042554</id><published>2005-08-12T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:31:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because of you, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I tried my best to forget everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, today's the worst day in the week.&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing was good today.&lt;br /&gt;No, I was fooled.&lt;br /&gt;No, take it like nothing happned.&lt;br /&gt;No, be that way.&lt;br /&gt;No, I regretted what I did &amp; I shouldn't have done it.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll pretend that I'm fine but I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll act like I'm really happy but inside of me I'm crying so hard, no one could see.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'll be the one crying in my room tonight.&lt;br /&gt;No, you no longer care.&lt;br /&gt;No, I've always been that fool.&lt;br /&gt;No, wait or hold? You decide, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you really cared.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you really mean what you said, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like tearing everything.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like &lt;s&gt;slashing.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ending everything.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like starting it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like.. loving you all over again :&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, I'm lost. I know you wouldn't be there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just.. not myself, suddenly. Sigh ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if I had the world, I'd give you everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112383907191042554?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112383907191042554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112383907191042554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/because-of-you-i-tried-my-best-to.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112375589267938296</id><published>2005-08-11T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T18:24:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is all yours;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it listens to no one, but &lt;em&gt;you(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I FUCKING PASSED MY MATHS!&lt;/span&gt; It's just a borderline pass, 25/50 &amp; I'm happy about it already. As yknow, I never pass my maths. Hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dearest&lt;/span&gt; is happily &lt;em&gt;studying&lt;/em&gt; with her friends now (: I wonder if she's really doing it. Hahah shan't doubt her though. No one's home now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEAREST&lt;/span&gt; CALLED THIS MORNING &amp; WE TALKED ABOUT LEE BLAH BLAH! HAHAH, I LOVE HER A LOT YKNOW. (uh, not lee blah blah DEAREST!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long it's gonna take you to get her outta your head,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm here to let you know &lt;u&gt;I'm waiting, waiting for you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'll always be here, here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is it gonna me just &lt;strong&gt;you &amp; I&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want you to be happy, no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joanna }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, i'll tell you online? Heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUDDY! }&lt;/strong&gt; HELLO! Yeah I will. You too ok (: You're still the special sweetheart buddy ok. I miss youuuuuuuuuuuuu! :D -hugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEAREST&lt;/span&gt; }&lt;/strong&gt; um yeh yeh go look for your LEE BLAH BLAH :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xue* }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! You went missing lah. :D Hahah, thanks btw! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joey }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey thanks yeah. Hahah yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i twan ti ot eb su dinstea fo just uyo dan i (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i elov uyo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112375589267938296?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112375589267938296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112375589267938296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-heart-is-all-yoursit-listens-to-no.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112363537578522765</id><published>2005-08-10T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T08:56:15.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now come home, it's not the same though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss you for so long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday,060805.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, towned with bestaye &amp; sassy. Before that, we kBox-ed :) Like finally, after so much of plannings. Hahah, right &amp;amp; we didn't had enough time to sing lah. Hahah, so after that walked to taka. We wanna get clothes for stupid &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;whitey&lt;/span&gt; day. Taka then wisma. Topshop-ed. Bestaye &amp;amp; sassy bought a little. Off to far east, bought a little here &amp; there. :) Home after that. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dearest&lt;/span&gt; accompanied me on the phone &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, 070805&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total fuckedup day. Went to shop with mom &amp; dad. Zel was there too. I was fucking pissed over some shiat. I feel as though I've got too much restrictions at home 'til I don't feel like coming back at all. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dearest played bball till very late &amp; we didn't talk for the whole day :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, 080805&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITEY&lt;/span&gt; DAY.&lt;/strong&gt; It's another boring BUT hilarious day. Hahah, -looks at shantal. Happily go school with red &amp;amp; white :) Hahah, after some lame message then the fashion parade. Uh huh. Everyone looked good though :) Heh. Funfair after the parade. Didn't really walked around there. Sat around the fitness cornor &amp; watch the rest play bball (: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-looks at shantal.&lt;/span&gt; I shall just shut up before I get slapped. :\ School ends at around 11am, reached compass at 11.30pm. Dad came to fetch me then went to look for mom. Lunch-ed &amp;amp; home. Went home &amp; rest for while after that went to the bank. :) &amp;amp; I FINALLY GOT WHAT I WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I add that, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dearest &lt;/span&gt;simply lovesxz to suan me with ANYTHING?&lt;br /&gt;Esp. !#!#! @$% blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, 090805&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day at aunt's place. Talked to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt; for hours x) heh. Uh huh, she went for bbq after that. We agreed on the phone that she'll stop suaning me with !#!#! @$% blah blah &amp; I have to stop complaining about &lt;em&gt;her oinks.&lt;/em&gt; (it's a &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; but cute sound effect she makes but it's somehow irritating) I rather she do &lt;em&gt;her oinks&lt;/em&gt; then to talk about !#!#! @$% blah blah. Watched the NDP, dinner at serangoon gardens, home :) Texted &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dearest&lt;/span&gt; &amp; she didn't reply suddenly. I supposed her dad took the phone away if not, she fell asleep :\ Silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; suggested something that I thought I might as well do it.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(x &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEAREST&lt;/span&gt;  }&lt;/strong&gt; agree with me or not, you're gay what. You wanna go PB with !#!#! @$% right? hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RYL }&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah sure, no problem yeah? I'm always here! -hugs! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joanna }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey thanks! :) YES OUT SOON! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha }&lt;/strong&gt; I saw you in your tiny white tee &amp; jeans! Hahaha pretty darlllllllllll! I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PEARLENE(: }&lt;/strong&gt; Happy red &amp; whitey day to you too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sit lal ebecaus.. I wlov uyo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112363537578522765?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112363537578522765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112363537578522765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-come-home-its-not-same-though.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112324706775294980</id><published>2005-08-05T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:04:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the bestest friend I'd ever have.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't ever ever leave you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love you hella lots, bestaye (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead tired today, yes I am. Talked to dearest on the phone till around 1.30am last night. &amp; I didn't wanna hang 'cos I was worried about her, I don't know what she's gonna do after I hang up. Silly (x &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I enjoy talking to her &amp;amp; I'm starting to miss her, her craps &amp; nonsense &amp;amp; her sweet, gentle &amp; soft voice!&lt;/span&gt; We're gonna talk again today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm frikkin' happy today&lt;/span&gt; (: School was perfect. I screwed my Lit paper though. I didn't had enough time to finish, fook. I've got so much to say about Miss Barnes!! Ugh nvm shan't bother it's over. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I got 25.5/50 for chinese paper!&lt;/span&gt; I'm happy enough &amp; Mdm Zhang said that she didn't expect me to get so high. Hahah! YAY FOR ME. Art was productive, everyone gave mostly good comments! &amp;amp; Miss Teh told Miss Sek that we did well, this few days been good &amp; we handed up the work punctually (: YAY &lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; my birthday is nearing, in 15 days!&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah alright english was ok, not as boring. Did grammer worksheet &amp; taught Tricia &amp;amp; Janet how to speak in F language. Hahha, Tricia keep saying 'you look like monkey' in F. She says it to everyone she see, righttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school we went to celebrate the happiest day of the week. Hahah, cabbed to compass with Nette, Sass, Bestaye &amp; Qiaos to have lunch. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I saw the Charles &amp;amp; Keith sharp-pointed heels.&lt;/span&gt; It's gorgeous! I'm gonna make it mine! x) then off to bestaye's place for movies. Watched The Notebook while messaging &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dearest x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went home with Nette. I cannot stand her. Her level of retarded-ness is getting high &amp; higher &amp;amp; it's getting nowhere. Goodness me, she need a doctor please. Stupid little girl, she thinks that her english is so WHAO, so SLANG. Hahha, &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what bestaye texted me just now (:&lt;br /&gt;Hey bestie, I just read your blog &amp; oh my god I feel like crying. HAHA. I realised how much our friendship mean to me. :) we do so much fun shit together. &amp;amp; no one can replace my one &amp; only bestie always. I love you oh so much &amp;amp; I would never wanna trade our friendship for anything. You mean hell lot to me man. mwahh. :) please don't ever leave me or quarrel k? anything we don't like about each other, tell. i love you. :) &amp; promise me that we will share all secrets, no matter what. remember, I'm always here for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Bestaye, I've got the best of you &amp;amp; you got the best of me babe. Our friendship is like a a very stretchable(?) rubber band. We pulled, on the verge of spilting but we got them back together. No matter what happens, you got me &amp; I've got you. I'll walk any tough path in life with you, as long as you're willing to. You mean like a lot to me &amp;amp; I just don't show, don't tell. You always make the dull clouds go away, make the rainbow appear :) I'm contented to have you &amp; the clique. Even though the clique ain't the ideal kinda clique, but I love still &lt;3 When things ain't right, I'll be there to put them right again ok (: yknow I've always love you! :D -hugs!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPLIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natasha }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah, when I have sucha darling like you, so retarded, there goes me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROLROL! }&lt;/strong&gt; ROL I MISS YOU ): Yep, I hope everything's ok for you yeah. -hugs tight! Out soon!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QIAOLIN }&lt;/strong&gt; I know you simply love the bean dance! Hahah how retarded can we get. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never fail to make me smile (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112324706775294980?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112324706775294980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112324706775294980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/youre-bestest-friend-id-ever-have_05.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112315315922919575</id><published>2005-08-04T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:59:19.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're giving her away, yknow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why didn't you cherish her? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fine (: Last paper for muaaaaaaa tmr -smiles wideee :D YAY FOR ME. Maths paper was alright, I got stucked at the last second question. Hah, but tried &amp; just nice time's up. After that was maths, then recess. I swear I have the bestest, craziest, maddiest(spell?), nonsensical-est bestaye ever but yknow I love her a lot still. The both of us keep ranting in class. She keep saying, I love * &amp; Edison Chen! &amp;amp; I keep saying I so love Kevin! He's my love &lt;3 So HOT! Yeah retardedness goes around aye. We saw Mrs Lim in the hall with the Os student. &amp; it's damn funny. She was wearing this black &amp;amp; white leopard-like blouse? Hahah &amp; i said it look cool. So she was like acting retarded totally. Ask me to get the same tee , skirt &amp; pink flowery slippers. &amp; she asked me to go up to her and say this - "hello TWINEEE! How are you today TWINEEE? I'm the same yknow TWINEEEE!" &amp;amp; her TWINNEEE is that kind, REAL high pitch kind. Yeah you can die. Thats not the only thing that mademe go gaga laughing like mad today. There's more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after recess was Miss Sek's lesson all the way, nothing much but I just keep leaving her alone &amp; pretended to be sad. Hahah, damn retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went locker &amp; all. Guess what bestaye did? Acted like MR BEAN &amp;amp; COURTNEY. &amp; she start to like dance like her &amp;amp; we all follow. Hahah, lame ass. Ok then cabbed down with compass with Qiaos, Shyan &amp; bestaye. We simply just laughed the whole time. Lunched at food court us with Jayshree &amp;amp; gang. We were all talking crap, anyhow mix stuff &amp; dared each other to drink. Hahha, I poured this whole bowl of soya sauce with very little red chilli. Then added a lot of chilli. Bestaye dared me, I did &amp;amp; my lips are like burning at that time. Bestaye again dared Jayshree &amp; gang. Alex Jayshree &amp;amp; Sarah.F was ok. Hahah, only me &amp; qiaos. Hahah! &amp;amp; I saw beloved with her bf! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold Storage-d! (: Heh, we spent an hour there deciding whether to buy the cheesecake or not. Hahha we bought it in the end. Saw * &amp; her friend there, I'm feeling the pain for her yknow. I don't know why. Like so sad lah. Ok shh dont talk about it now. After buying went to compass height to eat. Home after that (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qiaos told me what happened. I don't know why but I feel the pain. Sigh I can't do anything but to pray (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;buddy }&lt;/strong&gt; I KNOW! I KNOW YOU LOVE A LOT, MORE THAN I LOVE YOU! Heh, we're supposed to go on buddy's date &amp; someone just rejected me )x You're so mean lah. Haha I SHOCKED YOU TODAY :D MY birthday's coming yknow!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aLex }&lt;/strong&gt; Hahah I'll relink you again. YELLOW HIGHLIGHTER! Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joey }&lt;/strong&gt; Hey thanks yeah (: May God be with you too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNE GIRLFRIEND }&lt;/strong&gt; TSK! Stupid girlfriend :\ When's our date!? Let's play manjiong(spell?), stayover have movie marthorn(spell?)! Heh, I heart you a lot girlfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out of reach, I never had your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were never meant to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112315315922919575?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112315315922919575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112315315922919575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/youre-giving-her-away-yknow.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112307957326912626</id><published>2005-08-03T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:32:53.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's in your mind, it's in your eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So it's goodbye again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess I'll make a quick one, I wanna watch manhunt! i heart kevin peake &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna pass bio &amp; get zero for chem. Hahah 'cos I didn't really study &amp;amp; I really don't know how to do. I love girlfriend's glasses so much! She's making me jealous. Tsk, stupid girlfriend. It's red, black &amp; white. My blog's colour! :D But nvm i still heart her. Stupid girlfriend you better share with me. Sharing is caring. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;replies!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;natasha } &lt;/strong&gt;hahah, welcome dearest. so polite uh? hahaha, i know youre just jealous that ive got a lovelier blog than you do. :))))) dont be ok, -hugs. Btw, remember to pray hard for me as I will pray harder for you ok. Luck for your papers tmr :) &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jocelyn }&lt;/strong&gt; excuse me, im the one who is so unlucky to bump into you all the time, I say &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt;. Hahha, &lt;3s you too! Luck for your papers tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you understand I'm in love with you? &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112307957326912626?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112307957326912626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112307957326912626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-in-your-mind-its-in-your-eyesso.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112298660734150100</id><published>2005-08-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:43:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE CHANGED THE WHOLE THING. I'M GONNA USE HALOSCAN, SO COMMENT THERE (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEAVE A NOT YEAH (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112298660734150100?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112298660734150100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112298660734150100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/ive-changed-whole-thing.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112298483965692921</id><published>2005-08-02T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T20:13:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My forehead doesn't say &lt;em&gt;doormat&lt;/em&gt;, I hope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah but to you, I have always been one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would hate &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, &amp; it's &lt;strong&gt;you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to bother anymore. Ugh school's been okay, I think. Four more papers to go &amp; I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New template up! (: Thanks a million to tingshan, she helped a lot! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's bio &amp; chem. Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to vent my anger right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're not the best friend I knew, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I wanna spend eternity with you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112298483965692921?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112298483965692921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112298483965692921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-forehead-doesnt-say-doormat-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960158.post-112281808422848799</id><published>2005-07-31T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:54:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesus, You Are My Best Friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you heard of the one called saviour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you heard of his perfect love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you heard of the one in Heaven?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you heard how he gave his son?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well I have found this love and I believe in the son show me your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe in the one called saviour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe his the risen oneI believe that i'll live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe that the king will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Because I have found this love and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I believe in the son show me your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jesus you are my best friend and you will always be nothing will ever change that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;YAY! I'll update another time :\ Gotta run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960158-112281808422848799?l=theunloved-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112281808422848799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960158/posts/default/112281808422848799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunloved-.blogspot.com/2005/07/jesus-you-are-my-best-friend-have-you.html' title=''/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16595377950730477213</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></entry></feed>
