<?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-22949487</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:13:19.990+08:00</updated><category term='coke into pepsi'/><category term='mytoesareultrasexy is STILL in bangkok xD'/><category term='mytoesareultrasexy is a paedophile(loving every moment of it xD) but happily in love. xD'/><category term='mytoesareultrasexy is gg to bangkok babehs xD'/><category term='love into a unsent letter.'/><title type='text'>blah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>D</name><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>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-8158991431249040340</id><published>2007-01-02T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:32:35.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO ALL, IM MOVING!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, NO, I'VE MOVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://metronomiclove.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://metronomiclove.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BTW,&lt;br /&gt;SUANN! YOUR BLOGSKIN STILL ROCKS AFTER SOOOO LONG &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-8158991431249040340?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/8158991431249040340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=8158991431249040340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/8158991431249040340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/8158991431249040340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-all-im-moving-okay-no-ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-3418757111958971940</id><published>2007-01-01T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T02:23:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;" Wah shit, i have tummy. "&lt;br /&gt;" What tummy lah, I have tyres. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long post ahead for the cliche " goodbye 2006, hello 2007"&lt;br /&gt;and well, cliche's good cause they sometimes work wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lemme catch my beauty sleep first,&lt;br /&gt;my eyebags could be natural eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired i could sleep, standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;`You place the stars in the sky and know them by name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All powerful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Often we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're amazing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-3418757111958971940?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/3418757111958971940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=3418757111958971940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/3418757111958971940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/3418757111958971940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2007/01/wah-shit-i-have-tummy_9085.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-3055246996205473471</id><published>2006-12-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:26:27.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coke into pepsi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love into a unsent letter.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RZU_tk3GyzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zV1QPgoExTY/s1600-h/38116229725555l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013983812368386866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RZU_tk3GyzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zV1QPgoExTY/s320/38116229725555l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;strong&gt;" you changed coke into pepsi!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took this heart and made it a little colder,&lt;br /&gt;a little stronger,&lt;br /&gt;a little less for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, perhaps I'd be just like You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write me a ransom letter,&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;strong&gt; allow me&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to write You a &lt;s&gt;symphony&lt;/s&gt; deathnote.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-3055246996205473471?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/3055246996205473471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=3055246996205473471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/3055246996205473471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/3055246996205473471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-changed-coke-into-pepsi-well-done.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RZU_tk3GyzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/zV1QPgoExTY/s72-c/38116229725555l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-2333610102488720013</id><published>2006-12-29T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T01:21:59.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mytoesareultrasexy is a paedophile(loving every moment of it xD) but happily in love. xD'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back and i'm in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i was deluded and i thought well hey, blondes and caucasions/eurasions are the most good looking things alive. but hey, i'm wrong! lol. the people in bangkok, some of them wins the most good looking blondes/caucasions/eurasions HANDS DOWN. Wah lauuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawt and pretty sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one in particular stole my heart. When i looked into her eyes, her every action caught my attention and i never once took my eyes off her. And as she held my hand, grinned, her eyes having that twinkle in her eye. I wanted to melt right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I GOT TO SPEND ALMOST A WEEK WITH HER.&lt;br /&gt;HEAVEN. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she ain't thai,&lt;br /&gt;No she ain't that hawt and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;But she stole my heart. &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. SHE'S NINE MONTHS OLD. xDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Call me a paedophile all you'd like,&lt;br /&gt;i don't care!&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm head over heels in loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;She looks abit like Suri from da Cruise family, and well, abit like my sister when she was about that old ( Which leads me to think, the beeeeeeeeg question " WHAT HAPPENED?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd upload her picture when i'm done with my pictures,&lt;br /&gt;but for now,&lt;br /&gt;We can imagine she lookalike you ,&lt;br /&gt;lookalike you ,&lt;br /&gt;lookalike everybody,&lt;br /&gt;lookalike this,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RZP3403GywI/AAAAAAAAACc/duZBgS9r2xo/s1600-h/Babies_are_Evil_by_ShadowTail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013623365828004610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RZP3403GywI/AAAAAAAAACc/duZBgS9r2xo/s320/Babies_are_Evil_by_ShadowTail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Just kidding xD&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;strong&gt;Fall in love, with someone like this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RZP4Xk3GyxI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ji_0swXTePw/s1600-h/lil_miss_christmas_by_retardgurl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RZP4Xk3GyxI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ji_0swXTePw/s1600-h/lil_miss_christmas_by_retardgurl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013623894108982034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RZP4Xk3GyxI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ji_0swXTePw/s320/lil_miss_christmas_by_retardgurl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&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;em&gt;runaway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a timber night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the cold november rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-2333610102488720013?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/2333610102488720013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=2333610102488720013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/2333610102488720013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/2333610102488720013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back-and-im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RZP3403GywI/AAAAAAAAACc/duZBgS9r2xo/s72-c/Babies_are_Evil_by_ShadowTail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-6623612447698137853</id><published>2006-12-23T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:54:12.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mytoesareultrasexy is STILL in bangkok xD'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:110;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in bangkok now and yes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NICE MISS DEMELZA ANG LITING&lt;span style="font-size:60;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;da moron xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is posting this for me! xD&lt;br /&gt;yes, i've been missing her! okay, i think i will ! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwYfE3GysI/AAAAAAAAABs/hK8iXvgfxW4/s1600-h/__Merry_Scary_Christmas___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011407407516404418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwYfE3GysI/AAAAAAAAABs/hK8iXvgfxW4/s320/__Merry_Scary_Christmas___.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;oops! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween on xmas! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwaPk3GyvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9AZucWYTpGU/s1600-h/christmas_by_Abakum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011409340251687666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwaPk3GyvI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9AZucWYTpGU/s400/christmas_by_Abakum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HERE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i rmb y'all's pressies! xD&lt;br /&gt;miss me!&lt;br /&gt;cause maybe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYBE&lt;/strong&gt; i'm missing y'all :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-6623612447698137853?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/6623612447698137853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=6623612447698137853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/6623612447698137853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/6623612447698137853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas-yall-im-in-bangkok-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwYfE3GysI/AAAAAAAAABs/hK8iXvgfxW4/s72-c/__Merry_Scary_Christmas___.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-5559364460264115176</id><published>2006-12-23T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T02:14:09.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mytoesareultrasexy is gg to bangkok babehs xD'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwU203GyrI/AAAAAAAAABE/I2Z9vpSFOiY/s1600-h/35205431114366l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011403417491786418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwU203GyrI/AAAAAAAAABE/I2Z9vpSFOiY/s320/35205431114366l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;strong&gt;Ouch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be it! xDDD&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwUiE3GyqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tPd1hW198yU/s1600-h/23_by_Conuyaku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011403061009500834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwUiE3GyqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tPd1hW198yU/s200/23_by_Conuyaku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So long sweet summer,&lt;/em&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwTv03GypI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7eZvVRjFTYs/s1600-h/23_by_brilliance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011402197721074322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwTv03GypI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7eZvVRjFTYs/s200/23_by_brilliance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;addiction.&lt;/strong&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwTlk3GyoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CaDa9LHN1Uw/s1600-h/238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011402021627415170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwTlk3GyoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CaDa9LHN1Uw/s200/238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hopeless love, why have You carve Your home in me.&lt;/em&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i &lt;s&gt;still&lt;/s&gt; love You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy&lt;/em&gt; &lt;s&gt;first&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt; what could have been&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gg to bangkok tmrw morning! no, in a few hours :D&lt;br /&gt;and aww, Demelza , Jiale and Gloria says they will miss me already!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;Jiale says she will be so bored without me! xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get y'all stuff if i rmb! XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, demelzaaaaaaaa is asking me what my FAMOUS last words would be if something happens to me, CURSE ME SIA. xD&lt;br /&gt;anw, it'd be I LOVE YOU &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;33&lt;/span&gt; (btw, good luck w trng! xDDD)&lt;br /&gt;i love you too d&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; even if you're so WEIRD! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyaa, i love everybody else la! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ROFOLLLLL, lmaooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;till, then,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have a blessed xmas!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;33!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-5559364460264115176?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/5559364460264115176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=5559364460264115176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/5559364460264115176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/5559364460264115176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKKoIDr05lc/RYwU203GyrI/AAAAAAAAABE/I2Z9vpSFOiY/s72-c/35205431114366l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116655160493862904</id><published>2006-12-20T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:21:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6748/419/1600/884655/IMG_0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6748/419/320/766344/IMG_0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6748/419/1600/739176/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6748/419/320/834686/IMG_0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:230;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause babe, &lt;strong&gt;YOU, were my standing ground&lt;/strong&gt; when all else failed. Thank You babe.&lt;br /&gt;Now, to begin going on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been writing letters to You in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116655160493862904?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116655160493862904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116655160493862904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116655160493862904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116655160493862904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/3-cause-babe-you-were-my-standing.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116637087801141386</id><published>2006-12-17T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T00:53:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;imagine me and you&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The break up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was just like a huge weight lifted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with my heart dropping to the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just take take out some masking tape, to divide whats yours and mine clearly, you can have whats yours and i will take whats mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like heartbreak season. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i need a break, and besides i rant too much of my feelings here so maybe i might go on a short hiatus. and when i get back , whee, maybe i'd have more to tell, more to show and more to rant about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i will live.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;will will will will will will will will will will will&lt;/strong&gt; be okay! xD&lt;br /&gt;maybe not now but soon soon. xD&lt;br /&gt;dig that. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, isn't that something to be happy about! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, before i go,&lt;br /&gt;here's today.&lt;br /&gt;Out with Joanna and HM today. :) We went around looking for GOWNS for Hm. xD going on later to play with teddy bears and watching some weird and disturbing precious moments performance. lol. then they both went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went to eat ice kachang! xD&lt;br /&gt;lazy to write about this, USE YOUR IMAGINATION.&lt;br /&gt;:) It was me and my ice kachang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met Jyue and co ard 7plus later and her sister is so darn funny. &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or mayo&lt;/strong&gt;, she called me baby! xDDDD Roamed ard and Jillian had this idea for cheap thrill of going to the N.Library just to open the door and shut " YAYYYYYYYYY!" and then close the door. Lol. Or shout something like " FUCK YOU BOOKWORMS." xDDDD She's funnehhhhhh and i'm amused! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we headed to library and guess what, Close. -_-&lt;br /&gt;Lucky library,&lt;br /&gt;Lucky bookworms. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to walk to suntec and on the way we saw a lot of xmas trees, one which stood out from the rest. the BUDGET TREE. I think they'd put up the pictures, you go see there lah. xDDD anw, yeah, so they kept taking trees and more trees just to show contrasts between trees. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooook, i abit lazy to continue sia so here's the rest short,&lt;br /&gt;settled at Esplanade later on,&lt;br /&gt;we saw horses with LION MANES! so i was highly amused, lol.&lt;br /&gt;They ate, i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have blisters on my feet, BAHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, THANK YOU JYUE. I &lt;3 You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;so whats going to happen to what i planned about the future?&lt;br /&gt;so whats going to happen to dreams i had for Us?&lt;br /&gt;so what do i do to what i got for You?&lt;br /&gt;so where do we go from here?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was just waiting for the words i couldn't say,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was just waiting for you to do what i couldn't bear to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyo who cares sia,&lt;br /&gt;keep for myself! xD&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who knew, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who'd have knew?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironically, &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiatus?&lt;br /&gt;i think so baby! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that i don't hate you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that i don't want to fight you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i will always love you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but right now i just don't like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;El beso del final&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116637087801141386?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116637087801141386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116637087801141386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116637087801141386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116637087801141386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/imagine-me-and-you-break-up-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116628824201150624</id><published>2006-12-17T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:03:59.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know how the more you hate something, the more it'd happen?&lt;br /&gt;well, there you go,&lt;br /&gt;i hate fucking changes and lucky me, everything's changing and i can't adapt to it fast enough so i'm feeling all cranky and moody and shitty. and its ever so straining to keep to &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; pace, live up to &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; ideals, yes, and its killing me slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its prolly this inability to lose,&lt;br /&gt;maybe its not what it all seems anymore, maybe its just empty words and all thats real is the fact that i can't lose, i can't lose anything, anyone. i can't take changes if it means losing something and most often or another right now, it means losing someone. so yes, i hate changes very much now and i wish that everything will go back to where it was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how very selfish,&lt;br /&gt;yes i know,&lt;br /&gt;why, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;even i know that myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its been a really great day. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying not to be sarcastic, the night sucked but afternoon with jan, charms and jan's cous was not bad. Its kinda fun lah, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, I hated dinner btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to know the sound of a smile in your voice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but right now all i feel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is the pain of the fighting starting off again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the things we talk about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know they stay on my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116628824201150624?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116628824201150624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116628824201150624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116628824201150624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116628824201150624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-how-more-you-hate-something.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116611452796954265</id><published>2006-12-15T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:00:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the line of today !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year,&lt;br /&gt;Gloria &lt;strong&gt;was too ugly&lt;/strong&gt; for us to notice,&lt;br /&gt;This year,&lt;br /&gt;Gloria &lt;strong&gt;is so ugly&lt;/strong&gt; we noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trng sucked. !#$%^&amp;*(*&amp;amp;amp;^%$%^&amp;*&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;Had to do everything double. SHE was like !#$%^&amp;*#$%^&amp;amp;* But ah well. Lets just skip it.&lt;br /&gt;I think the team did well for the match although SHE was against us. BAH. But still yeah, good work ppl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had lunched at the hawker, FINALLY. And we had wanton mee galore! Then the sec2s left for bella's house and we went to the BOWLING ALLEY(?!) Just so that charms the princess could get her burger and bags. Talk about princess. -_- Charms left after awhile and so did Ju. And so after we watched Jy and her cousins bowl for like almost half an hour and were about to fall asleep, Clare, QY and me GOT ENLIGHTENED AND DECIDED TO BOWL TOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netballers bowling, super cool HORXXX. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH OH, QY TRICKED ME AND I THOUGHT I WENT TO THE GUYS TOILET. -_- WAH SLAP HER SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all do the nature calls walk someday xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then charms came back and we went to bubble tea galore again and we sat there and zi high and thought about what codes we could have and prom outfits xD Watch out, you guys are gonna see steam next year xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homed with charms. SHE MISSED THE LAMPOST AGAIN. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, Clare and I are still highly amused by cucumber walks. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clare, Are you gay? xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me you're ecstatic! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116611452796954265?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116611452796954265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116611452796954265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116611452796954265'/><link rel='self' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116600425293625339?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116600425293625339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116600425293625339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116600425293625339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116600425293625339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116593262294738875</id><published>2006-12-12T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:15:58.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>may i just say something before ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should say their prayers cause everything is taking a turn downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some last words,&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like playing polarbear.&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with ms chua today,&lt;br /&gt;super fun and cool.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favourite accident&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116593262294738875?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116593262294738875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116593262294738875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116593262294738875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116593262294738875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/may-i-just-say-something-before.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116585173376052172</id><published>2006-12-11T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:25:16.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So, go past all the lights and excuses,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/640/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Confused__by_sinademiral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Don't forget me." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" I won't remember anything else." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this wretched mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116585173376052172?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116585173376052172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116585173376052172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116585173376052172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116585173376052172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-go-past-all-lights-and-excuses-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116565826992479138</id><published>2006-12-09T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:24:35.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Broken promises, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you don't seem to mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/640/broken_promises_by_mr_cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/broken_promises_by_mr_cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; you leaving that's gonna kill me,&lt;br /&gt;Its you, loving someone &lt;strong&gt;more.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know, i want you to be&lt;strong&gt; happy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More&lt;/strong&gt; than &lt;strong&gt;anything &lt;/strong&gt;else, &lt;strong&gt;i wanted to be the cause of happiness in you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But if i'm not then, &lt;strong&gt;i can't stand in the way&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Do you see?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because what you're feeling now, Rachel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is the unstoppable force&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;which means, &lt;strong&gt;i've got to move&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" But please my &lt;em&gt;darling&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow Your heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;"But it's such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;How can you be &lt;strong&gt;sure&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I knew after three seconds&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuatro mas dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116565826992479138?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116565826992479138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116565826992479138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116565826992479138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116565826992479138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/broken-promises-but-you-dont-seem-to.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116557462986664642</id><published>2006-12-08T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:54:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sick cycle carousel,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;where do we go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/640/Carousel_by_xthexwretchedx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Carousel_by_xthexwretchedx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh sweet lungs don't fail me now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your burning has turned into fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It drills me in my every step &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're always on my heels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one more breath, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I beg you please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just one more step, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my knees are weak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is sturdy but it needs you to survive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is sturdy but it needs you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know, I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep forever and just live in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch me sink,&lt;br /&gt;Crash and burn,&lt;br /&gt;As water fill my sweet lungs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't remember anything else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave it up to me. To burden you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This ones not your fault.&lt;/strong&gt; Please forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;forget me, forget me&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a car underwater with time to kill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thinking back I forgot to tell you this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't care that you left and abandoned me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what hurts more is I would still die for you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116557462986664642?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116557462986664642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116557462986664642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116557462986664642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116557462986664642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/sick-cycle-carousel-where-do-we-go-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116546671739830062</id><published>2006-12-07T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:57:13.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from watching open season w D today.&lt;br /&gt;"buddehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw Faith, I MISS YOU BABE! LUNCH SOON. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seis more dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yo Le quiero aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when promises were meant to kept&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been weeks of ignorant bliss and well, i guess thats better than none. i'm heading out today, maybe to town and &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; have some life apart from netball and being engulfed or rather drowning in a "jacket-bearbag-kawaiiX-sHureeee" territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong, i love the company/ netballers.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't like the environment that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to something new,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gah, (pun intended cause of stupid ELIZ.)&lt;br /&gt;my sister is watching "Liu xin hua yuan. "&lt;br /&gt;And just a random thought,&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing the same air.&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the masterpiece in my gallery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116546671739830062?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116546671739830062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116546671739830062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116546671739830062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116546671739830062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-suddenly-i-become-part-of-your_07.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116531619760382725</id><published>2006-12-05T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:33:08.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;stabby, rip, stab, stab.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew,&lt;br /&gt;i knew where this was headed in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealousy in that voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me psychic,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm plain smart,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe JUST maybe cause its just another of those&lt;br /&gt;"I know so"s&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, its just another of the dumb routines,&lt;br /&gt;so fuck off,&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it doesn't matter anyway.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116531619760382725?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116531619760382725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116531619760382725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116531619760382725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116531619760382725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/stabby-rip-stab-stab.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116524261325290290</id><published>2006-12-04T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:55:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PISS OFFFFFF,&lt;br /&gt;IM THE FUCKING DEMANDING ONE,&lt;br /&gt;IM THE FUCKING ONE WHO HAS THE FUCKING HIGH EXPECTATIONS,&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:220;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FULLSTOP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, I GET THE PICTURE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS NEVER YOUR FAULT, YOU WERE THE FUCKING VICTIM, I WAS THE FUCKING VILLIAN. BUT HAD YOU EVER, EVER THINK THAT MAYBE JUST MAYBE YOUR ACTIONS CAUSED THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM DEMANDING,&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU WERE NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, FORGOT, ITS DONE,&lt;br /&gt;SO LETS FORGET IT LIKE WE ALWAYS DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS PUT A FUCKING :) SMILEY AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FORGIVEN, OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA LAH, YOU KNOW WHAT PISS OFF,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNOW ITS MY FAULT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN LAH OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM SELFISH, I AM WRONG, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU WERE RIGHT, YOU WERE THE BEST,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW NOW NOW, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO ANGEL, MEET THE DEVIL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know i shouldn't be feeling this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING SHIT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU PISS ME OFF LIKE FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO REALLY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you blogger, i feel better already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116524261325290290?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116524261325290290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116524261325290290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116524261325290290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116524261325290290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/piss-offffff-im-fucking-demanding-one.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116523067552048037</id><published>2006-12-04T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T19:13:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Not that strong,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never thought that i would,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way i do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah blah blah, ha ha ha ha ha, Rah rah rah rah rah rah,&lt;br /&gt;All in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a thought,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it is,&lt;br /&gt;Well, you should shut your trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain't so bad,&lt;br /&gt;But i still don't like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The silence that triggers insecurity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116523067552048037?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116523067552048037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116523067552048037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116523067552048037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116523067552048037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-that-strong-never-thought-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116516148153228211</id><published>2006-12-04T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:25:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/640/christmas_by_Abakum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/christmas_by_Abakum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Halloween on christmas&lt;/strong&gt;, would You please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i have to say anything more. You should know, although Your every word, Your every action , Your every intention was scruntinize by my ever paranoid mind of mine. What You did, made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never told You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here's to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JASLYNN IS HOT AND PRETTY.&lt;/strong&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY, lets all have STEADS, you can be my first!&lt;br /&gt;my first HORSE! xD&lt;br /&gt;AND PLEASE TAKE OUT THAT PICTURE YOU JOF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 tmrw AGAIN , bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a perfect painted oil painting,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a beautiful sculpture,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;catching the moments,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the beautiful ones, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the painful ones,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but do you see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whats the main concept of it all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you see the sweat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sweat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at that,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a beautiful handmade needlework,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it potrays a girl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a little girl lying on green pastures,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;frame it up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it looks perfect,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but do you see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the imperfection that lies behind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;behind the frame,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;behind the beautiful needlework,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you see the tangles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the tangles and knots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ass-you-me,&lt;br /&gt;seek and you will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yo le pierdo.&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/22949487-116516148153228211?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116516148153228211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116516148153228211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116516148153228211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116516148153228211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/halloween-on-christmas-would-you.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116498524729094594</id><published>2006-12-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:18:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eliz the dumb xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;le flash: my alien &lt;3 , do You remember halloween on christmas said:&lt;br /&gt;i put BUSY you cannot see is it&lt;br /&gt;le flash: my alien &lt;3 , do You remember halloween on christmas said: xD&lt;br /&gt;paradise.. said:&lt;br /&gt;ok lorr.i oso put busy&lt;br /&gt;paradise.. said:&lt;br /&gt;ur always busy one lor&lt;br /&gt;paradise.. said:&lt;br /&gt;idiot&lt;br /&gt;le flash: my alien &lt;3 , do You remember halloween on christmas said:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;le flash: my alien &lt;3 , do You remember halloween on christmas said:&lt;br /&gt;cool ppl are busy lah!&lt;br /&gt;le flash: my alien &lt;3 , do You remember halloween on christmas said:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;paradise.. says:&lt;br /&gt;dumb ppl r busy...&lt;br /&gt;le flash: my alien &lt;3 , do You remember halloween on christmas says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;le flash: my alien &lt;3 , do You remember halloween on christmas says:&lt;br /&gt;DUMB PPL GOES FOR LUNCH AT THIS TIME OF THE NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;le flash: my alien &lt;3 , do You remember halloween on christmas says:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;paradise.. says:&lt;br /&gt;im hot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me dumb just cause i was afk from the computer for awhile. AND I ALREADY PUT BUSY as my status already lah -_- Then she said she wanted to put too, then she put OUT TO LUNCH. Hello, who's the dumb one can! You be the judge, Who goes for lunch at 11 pm ?! Ha. Somemore she so out of point, What has hot has to do with going out for lunch at this time of the night? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm suppose to say, Jaslynn is so hot and pretty. The KEYWORD is " Suppose" if anyone of wondering why i'm putting such an atrocious lie on my blog. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badminton supporting today. EYECANDY GALORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hahahaa, everyone came and steal him after i said he was cute. -_- Okay, how very gay, BUT HE'S CUTE LOR. Jillian and me were the very first lorXzX. tskkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. But it was cool, fun and all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour chica,&lt;br /&gt;as strong as a cactus in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;but when it all boils down to this,&lt;br /&gt;you're like a small little flower,&lt;br /&gt;in the path of a incoming hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your kiss, Your smile, Your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're sunlight in my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss Your breath on my neck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we whisper in the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116498524729094594?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116498524729094594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116498524729094594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116498524729094594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116498524729094594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/12/eliz-dumb-xd-le-flash-my-alien-3-do.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116490230581504812</id><published>2006-11-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:58:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To the left, irreplaceable.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslynn and Eliz are the funniest toots around okay! Yes morons, I'm going to blog about You guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my stations with Jaslynn :) today! Hahaha, We motivated ourselves by telling ourselves we had to beat the others. Damn funny, cause we were like laughing at the skipping part. Her face is damn comical, when i look at her, I just burst out laughing, then in the end we did only ONE set when the rest did like SIX? OMGXZzx. And in the end, we started laughing so hard during trng and all, it started to make me go high in my brain. Okay, im not making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ELIZ AH, THAT ONE GO AND BEAR GRUDGE CAN. okay lah, ELIZ, IM SORRY THAT I TEASE YOU ON THE FIRST DAY OF TRNG AND MAKE YOU FEEL SO SAD AND ANGRY. IM SO SORRY OKAY!!!!!!!!!! xDDD SEEE, PUBLIC APOLOGY LEH! no bad right! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is the funniest, she makes me wanna punch her for being so AH-nnoying. :) But well, she's nice lah. ( SEE I SAID YOU ARE NICE ALSO. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im too lazy to type already. So, point form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Trng.&lt;br /&gt;-Heartland.&lt;br /&gt;-Pizzahut, Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, talking about pizzahut, YOU KNOW RIGHT, PPL SHOOT ICE. JASLYNN SHOOTS WATER. she's like a living WATER FOUNTAIN! xD&lt;br /&gt;- bella's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo, Im done.&lt;br /&gt;And i really need to mention this,&lt;br /&gt;ELIZ IS SUPER ANNOYING. AS IN REALLY REALLY REALLY SUPER AHHHHH-NNNOYING! EVEN WORST THAN CHONG CHING LEH! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too strong for too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I can't be without You baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116490230581504812?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116490230581504812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116490230581504812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116490230581504812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116490230581504812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-left-irreplaceable.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116481939807198749</id><published>2006-11-30T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T00:56:38.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know how you can never be too sure about anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept the whole day,&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i think netball is like my life now or smthg, without netball,&lt;br /&gt;I'm like just sleeping sleeping and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i will grow tallerrrrrrrrr :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, I know, I'll just keep dreaming. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;2.4km -Bang.&lt;br /&gt;Watch me wither and dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lift Your head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;level Your eyes to mine,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then You'd realise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this ain't goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Bonjour Usted,&lt;br /&gt;I think you should learn when to speak up,&lt;br /&gt;and when to keep the trap shut.&lt;br /&gt;across the timeline,&lt;br /&gt;one may find themselves in such a position.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe then you'd find out that,&lt;br /&gt;the realisation of your delusion,&lt;br /&gt;has just begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116481939807198749?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116481939807198749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116481939807198749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116481939807198749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116481939807198749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-how-you-can-never-be-too-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116471098426591680</id><published>2006-11-28T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:57:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Looks of deception,&lt;br /&gt;I will hold You tight,&lt;br /&gt;And hold my head high.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look down girl,&lt;br /&gt;We will make it through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poster girl,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be Your guarantee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Forever&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Always.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Edit-1138pm&lt;br /&gt;Yes, finally, all the camps are OVER! :D okay, not that they were bad or anything. The training camp was hell for me as i'm ever so lazy to run and well, just exercise. Somemore, there was like not much motivation to do those runs and well my ever so lovely migraines came so bingo, training camp was simply brilliant. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec4 farewell was great, but i'm glad its over cause well, now we can say " WE PULL IT OFF!!!" YAY US. Seriously, I think this one had alot of mishap, locked out, blah, rain, blah, games, blah, food, blah, surprise. blah blah blah. But well, I'm glad its over and I'm sure everyone had fun, somehow. Well, I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sitting chair game was the most amusing one lahhhhhhhhhhhh. :D Hahaha, and YOU MUST SEE JASLYNN DO HER CATWALK IN CREPE PAPER. OH OH OH, AND YOU SHLD WELL, SLEEP WITH HER IN THE NIGHT, YOU WILL HAVE THE NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for testimonial matches, I PLAYED SHOOTER WITH RENEE! WHOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo! :D Ha, our communication is like super break down, So many passes we thought that the other would catch it so we just let the ball fly pass before our very eyes then we end up laughing and laughing. It was super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hougang with Fourplay then heartland with them, Eliz, Jaslynn, Jiale and Bella. We ended up playing some cranium game and well i fell asleep. -_^ Ha, oh well. I feel like my days can just be dedicated to netballers already. The amount of time spent with them is a lot and well, i'm not complaining cause well, they make me belly happy so yay. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not myself today, a screw is prolly loooooooose, and my sister is using her hicups to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprise surprise, My granny said she missed me. Which is something huge causeeeeeee, ALL MY FIFTEEN YEARS OF LIFE , She never said anything like that to me before. All she ever does is ask me if i've bathed already. -______________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tireddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;SHI LEI DEEEEEEEEE wORxX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nocheeeeeeee babehhzXz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116471098426591680?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116471098426591680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116471098426591680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116471098426591680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116471098426591680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/looks-of-deception-i-will-hold-you.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116455068082173688</id><published>2006-11-26T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:35:09.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read something that made everything that seem so fine, take a turn downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking too much again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, when all this shit starts, i guess i shall just be a coward and curl up in beddd and watch the world go by. Waiting, and waiting for 20 days to pass by so i can see You again. Wait, 2 down, 18 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo le pierdo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; le&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;quiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aquí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH, HIGHLIGHT OF TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 AH LIANS CAME TO MY HOUSE TO SELL ICE CREAM AND ASKED ME WHETHER I WANTED ICE CREAM IN BELLY POOR ENGLISH. So much that they had to repeat thrice before i understood. Yes, I refused to speak in chinese in case of the influencial thingy i might get like ZHI XIAN GOT. xD Ha, THEY WERE LIKE WEARING TIGHT SKIRT and dragging the ice cream thingy box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH LIANS SELLING ICE CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;What's the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec4 farewell camp tmrw. There's so much camps going on cannnnnnnnnnnn. AND THEN MY BEST FRIEND HAD TO COME. Today is just not my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, randomly, I just met Julie when i went for Dinner. She's gonna be my new neighbour for sure i think. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, i should go now. i'm lazy to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can live like Jack and Sally,&lt;br /&gt;And we'll have Halloween on Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the night We'll wish this never ends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss 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/22949487-116455068082173688?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116455068082173688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116455068082173688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116455068082173688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116455068082173688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-read-something-that-made.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116444522662146793</id><published>2006-11-25T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T17:09:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;rah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my throat hurts like crap and for now, i just wanna be a whineyyyyyyyyyyyyy spoilt bratttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training camp was fun, esp east coast. the rest was oooooo-kay. and some of it suckeddddddddddddd. lazy to elaborate lah. my brain is screaming " i need sleep." so i guess, i shall end here, be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi amor, yo le pierdo.&lt;br /&gt;yes, although its just been oneeeeeeeeeeeee pathetic day.&lt;br /&gt;Hiak hiak.&lt;br /&gt;Just another &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 days.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uahhhhhhhh, hannah montana is on. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weather perfect,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because i can see &lt;u&gt;us&lt;/u&gt; holding hands,&lt;br /&gt;walking on the beach our toes in the sand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116444522662146793?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116444522662146793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116444522662146793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116444522662146793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116444522662146793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/rah.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116408319604461127</id><published>2006-11-21T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:26:36.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and its just been rainy basket/netball days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been at the CC so much that i think we can be one of the "SHURRRE" and " KAWAIX" pple there. It's a dangerous place as some of us found ourselves speaking to another in chinese and we're like omg, we're changing to their "SHUREEEEEEEEE" and "KAWAIXXXXXXX" lingo, which is like BADDDDDDDDDD. If we change to their lingo, HOW ARE WE GG TO FACE THE WORLD? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could be the aHxX liANxx nEtbAllErxX woRx, ( who finds alot of scandalous affairs! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, Afternoons/ Evenings with my darling mates have been ever so entertaining and wonderful, its like buckets of laughter, going high and just crapping REALLY lame and funny stuff. And well, that makes my day already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but yesterday's ball playing was simply the OWNAGE. We met up with these three guys( Jan, Charms,Ju played with them before) THEY ARE LIKE DAMN FUNNY LAHHHHHHH. I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD, I SWEAR MY LUNGS WERE GG TO BURST AND I WANTED TO TUMBLE OVER AND JUST LAUGH TILL MY EYES DROP OUT AND ROLL ACROSS THE FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Exaggeration, but seriously they are like CRAZILY funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, it was about to rain, so there was lightning in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;1:" WAH, i'm like gg to die. I'm like 178/9. I'm gonna get strike and then i will have frankestein hair."&lt;br /&gt;2:"yeah bro."&lt;br /&gt;1:"Nevermind! We hold hands and get strike tgr lah! The middle one dies! "&lt;br /&gt;[Pauses]&lt;br /&gt;1:" OH FUCK, I'M THE MIDDLE ONE."&lt;br /&gt;Then all start laughing to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are like ownage! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I need to go to meet my mates again. More basketball/Netball?&lt;br /&gt;You bet yaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;EDIE, ARE YOU GAY? xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116408319604461127?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116408319604461127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116408319604461127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116408319604461127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116408319604461127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-its-just-been-rainy-basketnetball.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116396249314731670</id><published>2006-11-20T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T03:01:35.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cause she's the first one You think of.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;if your intention from the start was to do me in,&lt;br /&gt;then just go away.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;if you think this is the way you should be,&lt;br /&gt;then go ahead,&lt;br /&gt;this time, it won't slip through my clenched fist,&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna slip by this time,&lt;br /&gt;cause i gave up caring.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;if you think this is how you can kill me,&lt;br /&gt;then yeah, you got it right,&lt;br /&gt;but you forgot,&lt;br /&gt;you attempted murder so many times,&lt;br /&gt;i know whats your next moves,&lt;br /&gt;maybe this time,&lt;br /&gt;you'd get me,&lt;br /&gt;but maybe this time,&lt;br /&gt;i'd get away again.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay me.&lt;br /&gt;what an emo night.&lt;br /&gt;i should get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause it's just another line in your book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say donogight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116396249314731670?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116396249314731670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116396249314731670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116396249314731670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116396249314731670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/cause-shes-first-one-you-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116394615817890968</id><published>2006-11-19T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T22:24:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no it isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was wrong, this could be too much for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116394615817890968?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116394615817890968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116394615817890968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116394615817890968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116394615817890968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-it-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116386948899858600</id><published>2006-11-19T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:12:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't know why this amuses jy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired = lazy = can't move = can't get into bed = can't sleep = ass lor me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this amuses me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a four letter word you never wanna hear from a doctor when he does surgery on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;br /&gt;the answer is :&lt;br /&gt;OOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy's answer is SHIT,&lt;br /&gt;but well, its logical. but the other one is still the best! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, forgot to mention,&lt;br /&gt;U6 WENT TO J8 ON FRIDAY,&lt;br /&gt;AND WELL, HERE'S TO YOU LITTLE ONES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, LAST &lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;! XDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN, AREN'T WE THE COOLEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, we were like super efficient and i'm sure EVERYONE knows now, Oh, don't Netballers have our mouths the size of a 5 cents coin! xD WE SHOULD MAKE THIS OUR PART TIME JOB, SCOUT FOR SCANDALOUS AFFAIRS! WHOOOOOOOO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY just asked me to imagine smthg..&lt;br /&gt;AND I CAN DEFINITELY SAY,&lt;br /&gt;TONIGHT I WILL BE SO GROSSED OUT, I CAN'T SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS BABEH, THANKS ALOT MAN! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets fly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;promise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116386948899858600?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116386948899858600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116386948899858600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116386948899858600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116386948899858600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know-why-this-amuses-jy-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116385747840198642</id><published>2006-11-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:46:22.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when it comes to You,&lt;br /&gt;should i say i screwed up,&lt;br /&gt;or that i'm a screw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the causes of my downfall would prolly be,&lt;br /&gt;cause i care too much,&lt;br /&gt;or i could never accept changes&lt;br /&gt;or i'm afraid of losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause the world is changing ever so fast,&lt;br /&gt;so i grab on to the only thing that doesn't really change,&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know,&lt;br /&gt;its wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116385747840198642?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116385747840198642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116385747840198642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116385747840198642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116385747840198642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-it-comes-to-you-should-i-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116368738027887875</id><published>2006-11-16T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T01:23:28.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Edit 1145pm]-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, Ka's talking to me and i just realise i've missed her a lot. and well, it seems just like yesterday we were like in primary 6 and all. and well, she just spoke the obvious about my stupidity and well, i have to agree lah. that well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M A KUKU.( her words)&lt;br /&gt;And well, since she's doing the exact same thing as i do everyday,&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S ONE TOO. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, i just realise a lot of ppl's birthdays are cmg up, and well, shit lah, i just realise someone's birthday is like in a few days. What a forgetful shithead i am. -SHOOTS MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hor, I just realise I need to rob a bank like asap,&lt;br /&gt;Wei she me, You might ask,&lt;br /&gt;Well, simple,&lt;br /&gt;Ying wei wo de qian bao mei you qian.&lt;br /&gt;-Stabs myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE LAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,&lt;br /&gt;-Shoots myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go and work orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,&lt;br /&gt;hint hint! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do a good deed,&lt;br /&gt;make a donation to the love doralynn the poor fund.&lt;br /&gt;make the world a more beautiful place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I JUST REALISE MY SISTER OWES ME MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,&lt;br /&gt;there's hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im hopeful for todayyyy- sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm high. xD too much sugar,&lt;br /&gt;darn, i'm so random and high nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw,&lt;br /&gt;KA AND CRYS, I MISS YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU GUYS. CATCH UP SOON PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I ROCK DEMELZA ANG LITING'S WORLD. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Always knew i did! xD Hahahah, You stone my work lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stone, paper, scissors-chants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHH. okay, okay. i'm scaring myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realise what a bad day today is, okay, correction, what a bad starting to today it had been but everything is so much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jy and jiale: thank you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night, ;)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all well, ends well.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it WAS a mess, but well, i guess its fine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens when a car runs out of petrol,&lt;br /&gt;it can't move.&lt;br /&gt;then what happens when you run out of love?&lt;br /&gt;run on guilt lorrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIE, ARE YOU GAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that show makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, trng, go out again routine today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see qy play on court sometimes, VERY CUTE LEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm not the right mind. ( I'm in the left xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay , okay, Not funny,&lt;br /&gt;Even my toes aren't laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out with Jan, Ju, Qy, Eliz, Jiale and Jaslynn.&lt;br /&gt;Played ball and all.&lt;br /&gt;Its fun playing at night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition is becoming such a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running low on the ability to commit,&lt;br /&gt;Bless my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me young lads,&lt;br /&gt;And do &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou gave me the best mixtape i have.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116368738027887875?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116368738027887875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116368738027887875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116368738027887875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116368738027887875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/edit-1145pm-oh-my-gosh-kas-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116360427321938426</id><published>2006-11-15T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:45:24.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;give it up to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like dancing again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JANICEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you feel like dancing who do you call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JANICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;XDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask,&lt;br /&gt;cause i don't even know whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find the zest to blog again,&lt;br /&gt;its getting quite boring.&lt;br /&gt;maybe cause life is so boring now.&lt;br /&gt;trng, go out,&lt;br /&gt;trng, go out,&lt;br /&gt;trng, and more trng.&lt;br /&gt;and more of missing qy! xDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, THANK GOD YOU ARE BACK QY, everyone is like celebrating already! Hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;okayyyy, i'm losing the thang to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lor,&lt;br /&gt;bye lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116360427321938426?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116360427321938426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116360427321938426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116360427321938426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116360427321938426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/give-it-up-to-meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-i.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116344239781055294</id><published>2006-11-14T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T02:28:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;cast away,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/640/Driving_Away_from_the_Sunrise_by_shiverz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Driving_Away_from_the_Sunrise_by_shiverz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;burn the car,&lt;br /&gt;get into the one you were meant to,&lt;br /&gt;and drive away from the car crash of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;and i will be left to wonder if you heard me screaming " i love you"&lt;br /&gt;or did you just turn up your music,&lt;br /&gt;to shut me out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116344239781055294?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116344239781055294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116344239781055294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116344239781055294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116344239781055294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/cast-away-burn-car-get-into-one-you.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116331614860731005</id><published>2006-11-12T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:24:49.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So much more,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/640/Refraction_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Refraction_by_larafairie.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;If we lost ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116331614860731005?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116331614860731005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116331614860731005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116331614860731005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116331614860731005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-much-more-if-we-lost-ourselves_12.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116327123830362234</id><published>2006-11-12T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:53:58.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've held it in for far too long,&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU AND YOUR RIDICULOUS FUCKING BEHAVIOUR.&lt;br /&gt;JUST SHUT UP AND FUCK OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116327123830362234?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116327123830362234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116327123830362234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116327123830362234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116327123830362234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ive-held-it-in-for-far-too-long-so.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116317794574576779</id><published>2006-11-11T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T01:04:38.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It feels like the first time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause You make me feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trng today, and i swear i wanted to dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee, so hot and hot and just plain hot. YES, AS IN THE WEATHER. ( In case some morons like GLORIA think i'm talking about them. xD) And its like, when its hot, my face turns red instead of becoming tanner, and guess what do i look like , a lobster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now, thats really something to celebrate about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was gastric too, and well, i guess the highlight would be that, Qy chased Coach around the whole court and man, is She fast, Qy couldn't catch up. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you find trng really boring and deadly like me, well, You can join me in singing the Barney song. Yes, Barney is the purple dinosaur with a green stomach, huge and cute, and yes, it's a dinosaur sensation! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH, I JUST REALISE MY POST IS ALWAYS ABOUT TRAINING. OKAY, I KNOW, I WILL STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You're as good as a fart in a jam jar! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch the show again and again and again. Okay, maybe i watched it one time too many already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmmph, the shortest honeymoon in history. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;imagine me and you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116317794574576779?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116317794574576779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116317794574576779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116317794574576779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116317794574576779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-feels-like-first-time-cause-you_11.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116309215849049873</id><published>2006-11-10T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:09:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be Your bloody valentine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna fly looking in your eyessssssssssssssssssss, then again, maybe i will look at your faceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. nahhh, tooooooo uglyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i have no idea what i'm blogging about. training today and honestly, EVERY , no, i'm not exaggerating, EVERY muscle in my body is aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Netballers today,&lt;br /&gt;Pra is so silly, its fun to watch her squirm. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you're holding a hot cup of coffee and you realise you're gonna sneeze. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, the show is ultimate cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you hear about the jam jar!&lt;br /&gt;okay okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nocheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116309215849049873?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116309215849049873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116309215849049873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116309215849049873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116309215849049873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/ill-be-your-bloody-valentine-i-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116298472598856729</id><published>2006-11-08T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T19:20:34.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Sure is when you don't love enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched imagine me and you with D,&lt;br /&gt;that show is so sweettttttttt,&lt;br /&gt;im gg to watch it on youtube again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gg to tell ppl to watch it too! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;le flash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116298472598856729?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116298472598856729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116298472598856729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116298472598856729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116298472598856729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/sure-is-when-you-dont-love-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116283621077618613</id><published>2006-11-07T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:37:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M AIMING FOR 888 NOW, SINCE SOME PESTS CAME AND DESTROY MY 777. I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO SEE IT LAH! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everyone's love life is falling apart, or should i say its just a series of unfortunate events. Maybe its a holiday curse! Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, aiyo,&lt;br /&gt;we all should just stay happy and innocent like Gon.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i bet i lost everyone there,&lt;br /&gt;But well,&lt;br /&gt;we all shouldn't fall in love lah,&lt;br /&gt;its nice and all,&lt;br /&gt;but aiyoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;so heartbreakinggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I should just continue my scandalous affair with &lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YES, JY, I LOVE YOU. &lt;33333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh KILLUA, I ALSO LOVE YOU! &lt;3333 GON, DZ AND VAH TOO! HAHAHA. OKAY, Maybe i guess i'm a little wrong, its not so bad to fall in love, just fall in love with the right one lah! xDDD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KILLUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, sorrry Jy, He beats You hands down!)&lt;br /&gt;I know he will dig hearts and kill ppl to protect me! Hahaha. Sometimes its better to live in fantasy than reality horrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I should write a book on how to choose the right one! hahaha. I know i sound so cranky and silly, maybe its cause bird and Co says that my blog very emo OR due to too much anime! xDDD But see, NOT EMO ANYMORE. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my blogskin, oh so random :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND LASTLY, GLORIA AND ISABELLA, WATCH OUT LAH HOR, I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER. NO, YESTERDAY. YOU GUYS DIE ALREADY! HAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this would be the last&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello You there,&lt;br /&gt;i've seen the road signs,&lt;br /&gt;i've heard your words ring through the air,&lt;br /&gt;i know how many times we've been through this,&lt;br /&gt;and we both know where to draw the line as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;take a bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ain't the end,&lt;br /&gt;its just the beginning to something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116283621077618613?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116283621077618613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116283621077618613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116283621077618613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116283621077618613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-aiming-for-888-now-since-some-pests.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116273742560149186</id><published>2006-11-05T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T14:10:42.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS IS AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE LISTEN UP. ANYONE WHO DARES BREAK MY TAG OF 777 TAGS I WILL KILL THAT PERSON. YES IM AIMING FOR THAT MORON ISABELLA TAN. YOU BETTER NOT BREAK MY BREAK MY TAGS OR I WILL BREAK YOUR LEGS YOU ANNOYING TOOT!!!! HAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt; DON'T KNOW WHAT IS MY TAG? LOOK TO YOUR RIGHT. DONT YOU DARE BREAK IT ISABELLA TAN MORONNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;since im watching a korean drama, i just realized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to act in kdramas, you have to have lots of water in your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chiming in apogee, the road signs reading bitter end; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE YOU CRY ALOT RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yah! omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chiming in apogee, the road signs reading bitter end; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no i mean the actors/actresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chiming in apogee, the road signs reading bitter end; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then imagine if they have to retake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chiming in apogee, the road signs reading bitter end; says&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;then they have to resort to some weird methods alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the antm, some pepper spray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabella NEVER fails to amuse me! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my mother is so strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; HURRY UP LAH! LATER BOTH OF YOU MAKE ME DRIVE LIKE SUPER MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&amp;me:&lt;/strong&gt; (Yes, we said it together coincidentally) SUPER MAN DONT DRIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;: (Stares at us) Then what is it call, BATMAN LOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Uh, ma, have you checked your gender?&lt;br /&gt;xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw paul twohill twice just now,&lt;br /&gt;stupid baga and her bro thrice.&lt;br /&gt;talk about meeting ppl day! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;there it was,&lt;br /&gt;a heart to heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then why,&lt;br /&gt;were You mentally trained not to look back,&lt;br /&gt;when You walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;impact&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it swirls through the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116273742560149186?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116273742560149186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116273742560149186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116273742560149186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116273742560149186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-important-announcement.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116269944256030474</id><published>2006-11-05T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:31:39.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i always thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you were the one that held it all together,&lt;br /&gt;the one that called the shots,&lt;br /&gt;the one that was in charge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but i guess i finally realised,&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when things come to this point,&lt;br /&gt;do everyone a favour,&lt;br /&gt;don't assume, don't assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, so bottomline,&lt;br /&gt;don't make an ass out of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;did you ever know,&lt;br /&gt;it was hard living on &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; good mornings and goodnights&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116269944256030474?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116269944256030474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116269944256030474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116269944256030474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116269944256030474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-always-thought-you-were-one-that.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116240091304900618</id><published>2006-11-02T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T01:13:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me you love them &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw morons across the streets &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo ah xD &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyooo, retards! xDD &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babe &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jy &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unglam &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who's name starts with G and ends with A , GO HIGH! xDD &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had me at hello &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116240091304900618?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116240091304900618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116240091304900618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116240091304900618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116240091304900618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/11/tell-me-you-love-them-i-saw-morons.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116226919613816984</id><published>2006-10-31T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:14:44.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;girls don't like boys, girls like &lt;s&gt;cars&lt;/s&gt; BIKES and money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i do! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm late for lunch with chongggggggggggg,&lt;br /&gt;so see you morons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and NATASHA KOH MIN, YOU OWE ME A MINUTE WORTH OF SAYING YOU ARE A LOSER, i HAVEN'T forgot! xDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to care, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to not bother&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to think of , &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to run miles, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to just sit ard watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to cry, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to be torn,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; to just enjoy the fleeting moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to love, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to hate &lt;strong&gt;instead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what a scheizo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116226919613816984?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116226919613816984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116226919613816984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116226919613816984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116226919613816984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/girls-dont-like-boys-girls-like-cars.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116212168224079253</id><published>2006-10-29T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:42:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;it always rain so hard,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when it hurts so bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116212168224079253?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116212168224079253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116212168224079253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116212168224079253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116212168224079253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-always-rain-so-hard-when-it-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116196787566382117</id><published>2006-10-28T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:34:45.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna grow old with Youuuuuu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no the song don't mean anything, its just are stucked in my head and well, its okay, its making me happy somehow, esp i wanna grow old with Youuuuuuuuu. Sooooooooooo sweeeeeeeeeeeeeet. Bird wants to grow old with me, which is good.. I think? Nah, I think my brains need to be fixed if i ever even considered that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She looked at me, with tears welling up in her eyes and she held on and cried, and thats when tears just couldn't stop falling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;justt got back from the funeral and well, its sucky cause the pinch did come and well, it still doesn't feel like reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a lighter note, went out with the netballers today. Gloria, Jl, Claris, E-liz, Charms, Qy and me went to KFC and we played the number game and well, QY ZHONG AGAIN. Ha, what great fun, seeing her kana forfeit. played basketball abit and drank loads of bubble tea. and well, that was already the highlight of my day, the best thing that has happened this past few days perhaps. i pray pray pray, that things will please please please get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not,&lt;br /&gt;#$%^&amp;*()*&amp;amp;amp;#$%^&amp;*^%$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;^%$#%^&amp;amp;*() !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw,&lt;br /&gt;am i suppose to know what the fuck you're thinking,&lt;br /&gt;cause fucking shit thing, i don't and well, sometimes i think i'd be better off not knowing cause you knw what, all this is just your temporary play thing for you to play whenever you're bored. if you didn't know, i might be fucked up always giving in to you and your tactics but i'm not your fucked up toy. aiyaaaaaa, what the bong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parents absolutely love to nag even if they know you're jolly well not fucking listening, they just wanna say their piece even if your fucking ears are shut. whats the fucking point, to make them feel like they have done their job, ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it still doesn't sink in,&lt;br /&gt;cause inside, i'm screaming i love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my knees are weak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my mouth can't speak &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fell too far this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116196787566382117?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116196787566382117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116196787566382117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116196787566382117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116196787566382117'/><link rel='alternate' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116187639392765038?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116187639392765038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116187639392765038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116187639392765038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116187639392765038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/now-would-you-say-hello-to-another.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116179601335573830</id><published>2006-10-26T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T01:06:53.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so hey you go thinking " things CANT get any worst", but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It just did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116179601335573830?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116179601335573830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;okay, i'm seriously lamely playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle just passed away,&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not playing this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, i don't know how i'm suppose to feel, there's this heavy feeling thats undescribable and well, i guess my sister got me thinking about the "what ifs" , the " what nows" and whats going to happen to my aunt and cousin since he was the sole breadwinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't THAT close to him, but i always remembered him as someone really nice and all. Cheery and all. We were pretty close when i was young, and along the years we sorta just got busy with our own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its just so very hard to picture him &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;, its like i don't feel the huge pinch yet, its not that i don't feel anything, its just that i'm sure reality hasn't kicked into my brain yet and well, i'm prolly just avoiding that fact like how i always do. I avoid it and sink into denial till the very end. How very stupidly dumb, i know. But i'm even avoiding that fact, okay, i need serious help. No, I need sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of bad stuff being falling all at once and we all hate it how when bad things come all at once and never seem to end. It hard to absorb everything all at once and so i will just let my brain lag, as usual and take it all in slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing that i'm thankful and its that i found my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;Yay?&lt;br /&gt;Ya, okay, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's to someone special thats going through a hard period in her life too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith babe&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be here for you always, i'm sorry i've not been there for you as much as i promised and i just hope you will be strong and i promise, i will visit you every moment i have, things will be alright. the Faith i know is strong, the Faith i know will stand strong when everything falls. love you babe.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and to add on to all this shit, &lt;br /&gt;You're not here, &lt;br /&gt;Your words are still ringing through my head, &lt;br /&gt;You're gone, &lt;br /&gt;And i'm going through withdrawal of You. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and thats what bugs me the &lt;s&gt;most.&lt;s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is such a pathetically boring lame post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, oh how i hate this word.&lt;br /&gt;but really, whatever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is just fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;chiming in apogee, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the road signs reading bitter end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116177971654651901?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116177971654651901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116177971654651901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116177971654651901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116177971654651901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-died-of-heart-attack.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116166429220618252</id><published>2006-10-24T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T12:31:46.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;don't say a word,&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116166429220618252?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116166429220618252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116166429220618252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116166429220618252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116166429220618252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-say-word-im-falling.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116161294994670435</id><published>2006-10-23T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:43:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EILEEN IS THE POWER OF THE POWER MAN. xD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith: I can't believe you play the piano (Looks at me.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: Ha, i bet you can't believe i even play the guitar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith: (pauses) Can lahhhhhhh, But piano?!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vick: Do you believe i play piano?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faith: Can what.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eileen: YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAY I PLAY WITH BOYS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent F, V and me slamming tables and laughing super hard. I mean, SUPER OUTTA POINT AND RIDICULOUS CAN! But power man! xDD!! Taidiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii all day longgggggggg. We played till my eyes kept seeing the diamonds, spades etc after we stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball. Seniors came back.&lt;br /&gt;Sup is funny, As usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clique outing tmrw. (:&lt;br /&gt;Its been so very long since the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shiattttttttt! ANTM!&lt;br /&gt;Noche! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116161294994670435?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116161294994670435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116161294994670435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116161294994670435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116161294994670435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/eileen-is-power-of-power-man.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116153351583700408</id><published>2006-10-23T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T00:28:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/A_Hanging_by_StealingBread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/A_Hanging_by_StealingBread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tie my hands back,&lt;br /&gt;Put this rope to my neck,&lt;br /&gt;And kick the chair away from under my legs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/Bloodyy%20valentine.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Bloodyy%20valentine.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bloody valentine&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;its hurts too much that,&lt;br /&gt;I lost Your heart somewhere along the depths of sea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116153351583700408?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116153351583700408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116153351583700408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116153351583700408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116153351583700408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/tie-my-hands-back-put-this-rope-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116149065100398853</id><published>2006-10-22T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:48:04.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You're gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/Walking_Away_by_charbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Walking_Away_by_charbee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can hear ticking clocks,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running rampant in me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking steps back through the words i should've said to you&lt;br /&gt;they all got lost&lt;br /&gt;you went away well&lt;br /&gt;i feel sick and you just don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;hours to be with you&lt;br /&gt;minutes of me in you&lt;br /&gt;and i can't feel this happening so tie my hands back&lt;br /&gt;and make me feel you coming down&lt;br /&gt;coming down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you don't care your face is on a billboard&lt;br /&gt;and you're everywhere&lt;br /&gt;you don't care much for interviews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're gone you're gone you're gone you're gone&lt;br /&gt;you're gone you're gone you're gone you're gone&lt;/strong&gt; away&lt;br /&gt;if you don't like being hurt then please don't stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to wave goodbye from aeroplanes&lt;br /&gt;when i just don't think that you can see i taper off&lt;br /&gt;and say its never worth the pain but sometimes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i kiss your neck&lt;br /&gt;i feel you breathing on my shoulder s&lt;br /&gt;till i'm perfect&lt;br /&gt;it must be you cause now it's over&lt;br /&gt;i was so close&lt;br /&gt;that was the most that i have ever been through&lt;br /&gt;now old cassettes and cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;will be the ones to save you&lt;br /&gt;how can you ask for me to stay when all you ever do is go?&lt;br /&gt;just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It must exhausting to lose your own game,&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldn't call me when you're sober.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116149065100398853?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116149065100398853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116149065100398853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116149065100398853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116149065100398853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/youre-gone_22.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116136216602345744</id><published>2006-10-21T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:41:42.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wake up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball today, it was fun lah. I got hit straight on the head and arse by the stupid Volleyball. And its always that same spot, I swear i'm getting dumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Chong today, here we go again, she REALLY MAKES ME WANNA SMACK HER ON THE FACE. And she's damn retarded. She loves making confessions to me, assuming i'm her priest in the box. She needs a priest and box asap, and SERIOUS help. ;) ( Will someone get the hint OREADY and help that miserable little girl priest wannabe? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Theresa's party. It was okay, more like gathering for B,V, M and me. We were spas-ing so much i think i almost died laughing. MOOOOOOOOOOO-reese needs to worry when she get senile when she's older. Okay, No, &lt;strong&gt;WE&lt;/strong&gt; have to worry. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, forget it, i'm lazy to continue. I already feel oozy and oozy. My eyes are super redddddddddd. (SHARINGAN! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stay, up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause i'm no dick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116136216602345744?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116136216602345744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116136216602345744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116136216602345744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116136216602345744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116125817375894478</id><published>2006-10-19T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T20:29:05.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Karma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't touch on what happen today cause its some sensitive issue, seems like a hidden bomb ready to explode anytime and well, i'm just not ready or rather, whatever for. Make it explode and then the matter comes complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I agree with them,&lt;br /&gt;And we still take the same stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye CV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo,&lt;br /&gt;Faith wants me to blog about Her. Okay, lets see, she named my two bruises, DRAKE AND JOSH. Someone agree with me she's strange. ;) And oh oh oh! She named her scab, JON LEONG. -_________- Yes, she's retarded. But well, it was nice catching up with You today lah babe. :)&lt;br /&gt;RMB TO BRING GAMEBOY OKAY! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and cheer up lah , You boronic zoronic schizo . :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116125817375894478?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116125817375894478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116125817375894478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116125817375894478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116125817375894478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/karma.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116118253816516697</id><published>2006-10-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:23:07.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EVERY HE-SAID-SHE-SAID FIGHT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, NO, scratch that,&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW my mother seeks joy in just nagging, even if she knows im not listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ro-b-hood today. I wanna marry the baby, Okay, now i know why MJ is a padoephile. Ha, Louis Khoo very hot too lah. Shit, I sound so gay but who cares. D should stop drooling when she watches Louis Khoo. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch death note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think forever is a stupid word and it should be scratch off from the dictionary cause it doesn't exist in this world at least. So fuck forever and say hello to never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm random.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;You guys should REALLY know when to draw the line, Sorry kiddos, I'm not on your sides anymore.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL IS GETTING BORING.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO FIND MY LONG LOST GAMEBOY REALLY SOON.&lt;br /&gt;YES, LAUGH.&lt;br /&gt;I WAS PLAYING WITH DEMELZA ANG LITING'S ONE TODAY. ( She's gonna kill me when she reads this but HAHAHAHA. SHE OWES ONE AND WAS PLAYING TOO. ) SHE DIDN'T WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE HER GAMEBOY IN PS TODAY SO I HAD TO PRETEND IT WAS MINE.&lt;br /&gt;What a retard right! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha says i'm emo when she's more emo. And she's being really nice today, she must have borrowed a heart today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JYue is SINGINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG AND NOW SCREAMING. OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. She just announced she's damn pissd. OKAY LOR! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to a final conclusion that i'm superrrrrrrrrrrrr random. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling damn bitterly fucked up now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUUUUUUUUU.&lt;br /&gt;GGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AWAYYYYYYYY LAHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cut the&lt;strong&gt; damn&lt;/strong&gt; cord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116118253816516697?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116118253816516697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116118253816516697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116118253816516697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116118253816516697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/every-he-said-she-said-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116109923996457223</id><published>2006-10-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T23:41:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And when you start to comtemplate the possibility.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/Contemplative__by_asphyxiathedolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Contemplative__by_asphyxiathedolphin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JY! Lets go guns scouting! xD I want the best, and you can have the rest! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NUT-ZOO, PLEASE STOP HAVE SPLIT PERSONALITY YOU WEIRDO. XD AND PLEASE DIE SOON, BUT FIRST, WILL ALL YOUR MONEY TO ME! :DDD I will be the FIRST to cry when You die lahhhh, CRY WITH JOY! xDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;What can i say?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Wait, i just realise i can't even be bothered to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;deal with it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116109923996457223?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116109923996457223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116109923996457223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116109923996457223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116109923996457223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-when-you-start-to-comtemplate.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116091136542646476</id><published>2006-10-15T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:56:31.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/I_still_love_you__by_relative_bliss23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/I_still_love_you__by_relative_bliss23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but when the last petal drops,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/Love_Game_by_pAiXAuM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Love_Game_by_pAiXAuM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/glide_by_symmetrisch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/glide_by_symmetrisch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will throw my heart into the deepest sea,&lt;br /&gt;so You wouldn't see it still beating for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another 90,000 days more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will meet You somewhere no one can retrace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116091136542646476?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116091136542646476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116091136542646476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116091136542646476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116091136542646476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/but-when-last-petal-drops-i-will-throw.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116081022947180681</id><published>2006-10-14T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:18:26.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Candice's songs make me emo, that shit head who loves poking ppl in their arses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Again.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I told myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; won't &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I remembered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it feels like beside You&lt;br /&gt;I really miss Your hair in my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the way Your innocence tastes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I think You should know this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116081022947180681?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116081022947180681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116081022947180681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116081022947180681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116081022947180681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/candices-songs-make-me-emo-that-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116076180250644151</id><published>2006-10-14T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T01:57:57.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you know, lazy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Its Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Founder's day celebration. BORING with the big B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Only Supranee's speech rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Lunched at Hougang w D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Bumped into J, A, C and a whole load of pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I do NOT follow ppl ard -________- You stupid airhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Basketball with A and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Friday nights are always fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Bingo, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You deserve much better than me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116076180250644151?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116076180250644151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116076180250644151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116076180250644151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116076180250644151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-lazy-its-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116066615404914474</id><published>2006-10-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:15:54.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One year,&lt;br /&gt;Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Painted archives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116066615404914474?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116066615404914474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116066615404914474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116066615404914474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116066615404914474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-year-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116057982455045969</id><published>2006-10-11T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T23:27:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE NOT MEANT TO BEEEEEEEEEEE- SINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back English and Chinese today, the marks were about the same so i guess they were okay. :) And well, i'm quite happy with my english already as i rushed through the compo with only a minute left and half way through the story i just ended with a " David had lost." And i still passed. And my heart stopped for two seconds when i received my paper. But well, i'm contented. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, tmrw's when the BOMB drops, when hell breaks looseeeeeeeeeee. My sciences are gonna be atrocious and somehow, i don't feel like going to school cause i have to face it. Ha, i can hear myself in my head going,&lt;br /&gt;" TAKE IT LIKE A MAN LAH. " But horrrrrrr, i don't want leh. OKAY, fine, IM SO RANDOM. (FAITH ALERT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with U6 and well, it was fun cause i've not gone out with them in YEARS. Okay, MONTHS. And well, it felt good to be around them again and well you should always play the number game with Qy. She always get the number ON THE FIRST TRY. she owes us like TEN THOUSAND forfeits already. Suggestions, anyone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the lips of an angel,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She makes it so hard to say goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116057982455045969?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116057982455045969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116057982455045969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116057982455045969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116057982455045969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/were-not-meant-to-beeeeeeeeeee-sings.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116049754131753544</id><published>2006-10-11T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:25:41.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One stab too many.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do i find the strength?&lt;br /&gt;The strength to let You go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the gun with a pulled trigger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116049754131753544?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116049754131753544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116049754131753544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116049754131753544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116049754131753544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-stab-too-many.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116040777842489357</id><published>2006-10-09T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:40:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Close your eyes, i'll be gone tmrw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate it how You always make me feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm better off dead than to deal with it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116040777842489357?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116040777842489357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116040777842489357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116040777842489357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116040777842489357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/close-your-eyes-ill-be-gone-tmrw.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116040435656224880</id><published>2006-10-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:19:01.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When &lt;s&gt;curiousity&lt;/s&gt;jealousy killed the cat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Chong. That girl is SERIOUSLY MAD. She needs SERIOUS help (: Ha, Watched World Trade Centre. It's damn sad, And its like when you think " things can't get any worst" Wah, Something would happen and make it all worst. And Chong was being an irritant during the show, She bended my straw and hid it so that i can't find it. -_- Tell me, what am i doing with someone this childish. (; But well, she makes me laugh myself silly, so she's forgiven. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Cause you're a girl"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the fault ultimately layed on my gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats when "i love you"s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;becomes&lt;strong&gt; just a feeble line.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause i finally realised, You were never meant for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116040435656224880?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116040435656224880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116040435656224880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116040435656224880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116040435656224880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-curiousityjealousy-killed-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116029515868694996</id><published>2006-10-08T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T16:12:38.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been long nights and draggy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cept for yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Anna, Bird, Candice and Faith. So if you realise, how names are ABCDF. So we put Bird as both and we got ABCDEF! :D Hahaha, They make my day fullstop. :) John Tucker must die is damn funny, Candice got freaked out by me and Faith wanted to whack me damn hard. Ha, but days are so fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trngs are about to start again, I haven't ran in 234567890087321 years. Good luck too me. And the stupid haze is irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Let me be the one to hold You tight.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The end&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116029515868694996?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116029515868694996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116029515868694996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116029515868694996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116029515868694996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-been-long-nights-and-draggy-days.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-116002909564754143</id><published>2006-10-05T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T14:21:13.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There go the street lights - the night's officially on,&lt;br /&gt;I got the green light - to do what ever i want,&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna stand - outside - the box - and put the rules on hold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Carte blanche first class for the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready Set Go&lt;br /&gt;All the girls steppin out for a public affair&lt;br /&gt;(All night,Lets rock cause the party dont stop)&lt;br /&gt;All the cameras come out for a public affair&lt;br /&gt;(Who cares, lets rock, cause the party don't stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooooooooo! This song makes me happy, Somehow. xD&lt;br /&gt;But well, i only liked it after Nurul sang it,&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention Nurul reminds me of a teacher that makes me lose my train of thoughts. Hahahaha. Oh well. xD RANDOM. (Yes, Faith, Your forte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sch for today and just ONE more paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Doralynn ain't losing it like Faith does.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that i'm happy that there's just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ONE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ONE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;more freaking paper left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"But thats when, the results comes out and thats when you know if you retain or not. Or if you can even make it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up you ultimate optimist. ;)&lt;br /&gt;(Yes Faith, stop being a stupid pessimist, You're getting in my head so much i wanna whack your face if you mention the word "Retain" One more time. HEY, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE!&lt;/span&gt; XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong, Nat and Me are going to sing public affair when we go clubbing at night in Brazil. We should hire a limo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ole' Public affair.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-116002909564754143?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/116002909564754143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=116002909564754143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116002909564754143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/116002909564754143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/there-go-street-lights-nights.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115995787518328731</id><published>2006-10-04T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:35:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was suppose to write a story of the four goons i hang out in school most of the time. xD Well here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there were 4 ahhhh-nnoying people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;They were called &lt;strong&gt;Veeekoooo, ChaRoo , Birdooo and AnnNoooooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;(Ann-Nu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veekoo's&lt;/strong&gt; lovable but loves to gives ogre faces,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChaRoo's&lt;/strong&gt; sweet but loves to whine like crazy. Her favourite phrase is "BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY, THEY ARE SO ANNNNNNNNNNNNOYINGGGGGGGGG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birdoooo's&lt;/strong&gt; coooool(or thats what she thinks lah. ) but she loves to drooool. (Hey, i think that sorta rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AnnNoooooooo's&lt;/strong&gt; cute but she loves to punch pillars to alert pple about lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend time walking past the parade square and playing shoe-ball with&lt;strong&gt; AnnNooooo&lt;/strong&gt; shoes. We scream and talk really loudly and bother pple like crazy. We laugh so hard when we see the ultimate run of the CENTURY. &lt;strong&gt;Ann Nooo's&lt;/strong&gt; Run. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VeeekOOOO&lt;/strong&gt; spends her life screeching,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChaROO&lt;/strong&gt; spends her life singing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BirdOOOO&lt;/strong&gt; spends her life drooling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Ann NOOOO&lt;/strong&gt; spends her life punching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make my day. Okay, somedays lah. Keyword : Somedays. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here comes the beautiful ending.&lt;br /&gt;They love me BELLY much so they lived happily ever after. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i have no school tmrw. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait, all good stories don't come to an end. So VEEKOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Its your turn! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today sucks cause i realised i've gained back whatever i lost. :(&lt;/strong&gt; Its suppose to be good but well, its weight you're talking about so no good. Ha, so random, I'm getting really random and all, i think, no wait, I KNOW, it has got to be something to do with hanging ard Faith the RANDOM all the time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed Poa and i've yet to panick. Maybe i will when at the point when i'm gonna get back the paper. Shiattttttttttttttttt, So dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be abit more randommmmmm, I absolutely love to annoy Annabella. :) Wait, did i mention LOVE to annoy? Okay, I LOVE to annoy Annabella cause she loves to look at midairrrrrrrrrrr. HELLO JIEJIE :D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this broken heart is too weak to hold your weight. Or maybe, You're too weak to hold onto the weight of forever.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever anyway, Who was i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Ha, now now, isn't that easy.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Miss&lt;/s&gt; me when im gone,&lt;br /&gt;Cause poster girl,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going down in flames as you finally break it to me.&lt;br /&gt;She said "What good is tomorrow without a guarantee?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; you make me wanna believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now, No more buts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm choking,&lt;br /&gt;These words are stumbling as they come.&lt;br /&gt;Now wouldn't the biggest question of the century be,&lt;br /&gt;Why. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its okay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the tears are just a coincidence&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115995787518328731?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115995787518328731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115995787518328731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115995787518328731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115995787518328731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-suppose-to-write-story-of-four.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115969724759300737</id><published>2006-10-01T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T18:21:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sometimes you hold so tight, it slips right through your fingers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She said, "What good is tomorrow without a guarantee?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i'm still falling in love with the right now poster girl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/ginzagirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/ginzagirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when even the longest bus rides ends, i still can't seem to find the way out&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/Beyond%20all.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Beyond%20all.0.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I can't study.&lt;br /&gt;DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wouldn't even smile if I were screaming as the water filled my lungs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115969724759300737?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115969724759300737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115969724759300737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115969724759300737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115969724759300737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-you-hold-so-tight-it-slips.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115968125231394279</id><published>2006-10-01T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:45:47.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thanks D.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws, was bored so i ripped this from D's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU RESPOND WHEN PEOPLE TELL/ASK YOU ...WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS LIKE THAT?-&lt;/strong&gt; Cannot arh, wanna fight ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I JUST REALIZED NOW THAT I LOVE YOU-Did You do your reflections today?&lt;/strong&gt; You're finally out of Your denial. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEAVE HIM//HER ALREADY. YOU'LL BE MUCH MORE HAPPY WITH ME-&lt;/strong&gt; Huh, Really arh, But i'm sure i'm not in denial :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COME ON. SMILE. YOURE CUTE WHEN YOU DO THAT-&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, I know. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE DO MY MATH HOMEWORK TOO-&lt;/strong&gt; Ha, You sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON? ME,RIGHT?-&lt;/strong&gt; You need help, Serious help. Your denial illness is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU-&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha, I know that too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY DOES MONDAY COME BEFORE TUESDAY?-&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, maybe, just maybe cause God made it that way? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE TWO TICKETS TO THE LINKIN PARK CONCERT. WANNA COME WITH ME?-&lt;/strong&gt; I'll think abt it! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE ONE OF THE MOST SPECIAL PEOPLE IN MY LIFE. DID YOU KNOW THAT?-&lt;/strong&gt; God bless You, You've done your reflections again. (: And Yes, i knew that long ago. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THINK IM FALLING FOR YOU-&lt;/strong&gt; Don't scrape Your knee while You're at it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANT SMILE WITHOUT YOU-&lt;/strong&gt; Well, okay then, sing the You're my sunshine song to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, BUT YOU JUST ARENT HIM//HER-&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not? Thank God. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING SAYS : WHATS YOUR MOBILE NUMBER?-&lt;/strong&gt; Uhhhh, lets seeee, I can't rmb, I will tell You when i do! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN I HAVE THIS DANCE-&lt;/strong&gt; Huhhhhhhhhh, You sure not, Your toes might have major stampede on it lehhhhhhh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY I COURT YOU-&lt;/strong&gt; -.- Which court? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU STILL LOVE HIM//HER TILL NOW-&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, no, maybe so, could you repeat the question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU WERE EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING I WANTED-&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyooo, You always want what you can't have. xD Well, keep it that way. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN WILL I GET YOUR SWEET YES-&lt;/strong&gt; When you don't get a bitter no! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Biology here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick myself up again,&lt;br /&gt;cause i really don't mind spilling my heart for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I swear I'd rip my heart out if You said You'd be impressed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115968125231394279?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115968125231394279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115968125231394279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115968125231394279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115968125231394279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-d.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115960425560161148</id><published>2006-09-30T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:17:35.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D, please GET BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the happy &amp; strong ms swan!&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself &amp;amp; no more macdonalds for you for now&lt;br /&gt;You better get better and then we start eating long john at Hougang.&lt;br /&gt;And Jacks place, and KFC, and burger king and mos corn soup and&lt;br /&gt;chicken bake rice and ice cream at swensons AND your favourite,&lt;br /&gt;HAM AND CHESSE TAPOKOCHI :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, get well soon &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;-HUGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115960425560161148?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115960425560161148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115960425560161148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115960425560161148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115960425560161148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/d-please-get-better.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115944338484177486</id><published>2006-09-28T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:34:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And i can feel you breathing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and its keeping me awake&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/Untitled-TrueColor-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too little too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/0521-001574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/0521-001574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bang bang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/3428-000006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/3428-000006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're a little too late,&lt;br /&gt;I'm already torn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang bang, The start of your letter was right.&lt;br /&gt;You shot down whatever's left of me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause forever was just taking too much of a toll on us.&lt;br /&gt;Never was always what we were meant for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats when all i was,&lt;br /&gt;was a shame to You.&lt;br /&gt;I was your nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;You were my angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how You can put all this down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like we meant nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will &lt;s&gt;can't&lt;/s&gt; take the distance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more bows,&lt;br /&gt;We were &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats an understatement &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115944338484177486?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115944338484177486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115944338484177486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115944338484177486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115944338484177486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-i-can-feel-you-breathing-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115927316476964357</id><published>2006-09-26T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:46:12.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When everything takes a toll on me,&lt;br /&gt;Lets just watch the stars crash into the sea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where's the world that doesn't care?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/halebopp.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/halebopp.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe i could meet you there&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/lakehouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/lakehouse2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, me &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/soulmate%20006.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/200/soulmate%20006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115927316476964357?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115927316476964357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115927316476964357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115927316476964357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115927316476964357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-everything-takes-toll-on-me-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115902797276446422</id><published>2006-09-24T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:27:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ut You just keep walking away&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/50/IMG_3504.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/IMG_3504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You say &lt;s&gt;hello&lt;/s&gt; goodbye, inside i'm screaming&lt;strong&gt; i love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115902797276446422?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115902797276446422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115902797276446422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115902797276446422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115902797276446422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/but-you-just-keep-walking-away-you-say.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115893986039710100</id><published>2006-09-22T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T13:04:39.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there, here's my heart open wide for You.&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're blind to the fact that it still,&lt;br /&gt;still beats for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the tears keep falling from &lt;s&gt;your&lt;/s&gt; eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you can't fight the tears that ain't coming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know time wouldn't change my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but time would change yours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even if i give all my love, you would throw it all away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause forever was never in your vocabulary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;gun please.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115893986039710100?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115893986039710100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115893986039710100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115893986039710100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115893986039710100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-there-heres-my-heart-open-wide.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115885103913743839</id><published>2006-09-21T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:08:21.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear angel from my nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;I miss You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but we all know, you don't care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd i don’t know what to say or do&lt;br /&gt;But the tears keep falling from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i know that times won’t change my love&lt;br /&gt;And i can’t do nothing to keep you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*oh, i’ll give my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh when i hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Give my love through kisses oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;And you know that i can’t change my love&lt;br /&gt;Take my love all through the night…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the hours pass away&lt;br /&gt;You think that love ain’t here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Feel a beat from your chest&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t give doubt a moment’s rest&lt;br /&gt;You dream the future and all you see is dark&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart, baby,&lt;br /&gt;The truth will set sparks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now i’ll give my love oh when i hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Give my love through kisses oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;And you know, that i can’t change my love&lt;br /&gt;Take my love all through the night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, its the Save the last dance for me song, I like it like crazy BUT, I know if Bung Na sees this, she will jump at the chance to call me gay, BUT SO, GAY THEN GAY LOR. Ha, Bird was teasing her that on Earth, we have someone who barks like a dog, runs like chicken etc etc (Bird, please fill in the blanks for me. :) ) OH, I RMB ONE PART, HAVE A BRAIN OF A THREEE YEAR OLD (Yes, this is the part where everyone cheers cause its so true. :D)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darn, i'm gonna die tmrw. Cheers to a day of running away from Bung Na, 2 compos and 1 listening thingy, I THINK I WILL GO DIG MY EARS NOW. xD If i'm not lazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had oral today and i felt that i talked too much and i guess thats bad right, i mean she cut me off half way but still, im thankful that there are snakes always in my house area so i can talk about them. Not like bird who resort to saying stuff like :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ST: So, what'd you think about Snakes?&lt;br /&gt;B: I think they are evil cause the BIBLE says so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OR, something along the same lines lah. Don't you wanna shoot yourself cause you're her friend? xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay okay, and if i don't die tmrw, lets all go live in the house of David's. And invite Peter, John and Mike. If not enough, there's still tom, dick and harry. :) I'm just hooked on the song, stupid moron.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd be lying if i said im not missing you.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i look in to your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't see no more fear,&lt;br /&gt;I see that scary determination to &lt;em&gt;make damn sure&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;That I would no longer be in your dictionary,&lt;br /&gt;I would be in your tomorrows no more,&lt;br /&gt;No more of your todays,&lt;br /&gt;I would just be a part of the past&lt;br /&gt;the part that doesn't last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And guess what,&lt;br /&gt;No surprise here,&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115885103913743839?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115885103913743839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115885103913743839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115885103913743839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115885103913743839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/dear-angel-from-my-nightmare-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115875904131905471</id><published>2006-09-20T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:31:32.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stolen, every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby girl, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;here's the champagne, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lets celebrate as we watch this old heart shatter at your feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115875904131905471?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115875904131905471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115875904131905471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115875904131905471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115875904131905471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/stolen-every-now-and-then.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115865886342979198</id><published>2006-09-19T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:52:47.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;efore we turn out the lights and close our eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll tell you a secret I've held all my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its you that I live for, and for you I die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll lay here with you til the final goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo, so emo hor. :)&lt;br /&gt;Puked in the morning and so the day started off fairly badly. TRIED to sleep in the sick bay, so noisy. I had the company of Bras lovers, My shoe lover, Weirdos, Kids that don't know how to dress their wound and lastly, some moron that couldn't pronounce NANO. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for Biology and when i was at the moment of about to puke again guess what Ms S/ P said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I was holding a plastic bag)&lt;br /&gt;Ms S: AY. Are you gg to puke again?&lt;br /&gt;(Nodds)&lt;br /&gt;Ms S: Okay! GO TOILET NOW! Don't be a merlion ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___________-&lt;br /&gt;She's damn random lah. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So allow me to be random for abit,&lt;br /&gt;I miss You.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been in a situation &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the Best thing you could do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was the hardest thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've ever done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you try to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I know deep down inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I really wanna b&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There by your side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I think Jay chou songs are not bad leh, Faith just sent them to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Got one song FEI YU QING sang and i thought the song had some technical difficulties and i was like asking Faith why He sings so weirdly. How very brilliant, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fail my EOYS and i know it,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so retardedly lazy, someone help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Please don't allow me to hurt You once more,&lt;br /&gt;its just phone calls,&lt;br /&gt;please just move on.&lt;br /&gt;cause it hurts to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back girl,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know the way i feel about You&lt;br /&gt;still doesn't make things alright.&lt;br /&gt;And for that reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I gotta say goodbye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;would you be there?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its time to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;and burnt those unsent letters,&lt;br /&gt;Cause somethings are better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She smiled as she whispered, " Forever and ever, Babe." to that familiar retreating back she had watched so often.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115865886342979198?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115865886342979198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115865886342979198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115865886342979198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115865886342979198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/before-we-turn-out-lights-and-close.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115859195777915352</id><published>2006-09-18T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T17:44:32.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate mondays and i feel like puking already.&lt;br /&gt;Oral was pretty screwed so I don't know hownowstupidcow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning trng tmrw,&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have sunflowers if i die,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i feel stuff coming up my throat already.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115859195777915352?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115859195777915352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115859195777915352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115859195777915352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115859195777915352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-mondays-and-i-feel-like-puking.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115847530065424409</id><published>2006-09-17T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T16:24:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a little thought,&lt;br /&gt;What is it so hard about putting down your pride at the most crucial moment when you know that you don't want it all to end. But no, most of us pick our pride and when it all ends, we look back with regret. And then we turn on our music players and listen to songs like &lt;em&gt;too little too late.&lt;/em&gt; And you know what, I realised i should have told you everything but now, Ha ha, its &lt;em&gt;too little, too late&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. I'm sorry, busted is making me emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lay motionlesss on the ground, in a pool of blood, a small pistol by his side.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In his neat hand, he had written a note in the margin:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Forgive me, but I had to let her know&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115847530065424409?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115847530065424409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115847530065424409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115847530065424409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115847530065424409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-little-thought-what-is-it-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115841223456497416</id><published>2006-09-16T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:03:10.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/onthelinesound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/onthelinesound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the line&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on tv today and i watched it and well, its belly sweet and the girl looks like Vanessa Anna Hudgens. I love the song, Ready to fall. :) And when they got together, I was like FINALLY. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Two question: What is your name? And can i have your phone number? "&lt;br /&gt;" I thought You'd never asked."&lt;br /&gt;Yup, the guy was stupidly dumb. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start this rainy day with,&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/27/6423/320/walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Baby hates this girl here, but you know what, I don't care. xD Deal with it baby. xD I think she's belly belly pretty, Maybe not as pretty as your Kate la bird but still like i like Her, CANNOT AH. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to adore rainy days cause that means I can play in the rain, but i have to look for the stupid bung na handyman first. I forgot to mention ytd that she loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees to push me into the rain when i'm not ready for it. (Ya know, mental preparation) Like when my shoes are falling off and she doesn't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YTD, SHE ALMOST PUSHED ME INTO THE STUPID BUSHES NEAR THE CANTEEN. HELLO, GOT DRAIN THERE SOMEMORE. That girl, seriously need to grow up and stop attempting to assasinate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list on why she needs to grow up:&lt;br /&gt;1. She pushes ppl into bushes.&lt;br /&gt;2. She punches small little pillars attempting to alert ppl abt lunch break.&lt;br /&gt;3. She kicks her shoes out for fun.&lt;br /&gt;4. She plays fighting with B (Yeh, this one needs to grow up too.) with newspaper and smashes the poor Xiao Chao and Hua's faces. xD&lt;br /&gt;5. She doesn't tell me she loves me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;6. She laughs in a weird way.&lt;br /&gt;7. She needs us to buy her norm bra and grannypanties to match her outfit on halloween.&lt;br /&gt;8. She goes looney when horses, unicorns, donkeys and mules and horse-like animals are mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;9. So that her twin towers can finally grow and we can send planes.&lt;br /&gt;10. She doesn't want to admit she wants to date me cause i keep turning her down. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, there's more from where that came from but i'm too lazy to continue. Shit, I think on monday she will come after me with a hammer. Oh look, ANOTHER reason to grow up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. She doesn't take compliments very well. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;br /&gt;"nights (: man its hard to forget you"- I just found it on my sis's blog, I wonder who it is man. Must be some ugly guy again, Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, That was so random. I swear I'm just bored and I'm trying my best to not let You get into my head. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I don't know how to dooo"-whines. Some idiot is whining to me on the phone and it hurts my ear. Big G, please tell her to stop. Oh and enlight her too why You need to look under the door to look at something if its transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I dreamt of S, gunshots, bicycles, rivers and that idiot up there. That idiot started to shoot pple( THINK WHAT, RUSSIAN ROULETTE AH) Her hair was Gray and she had red eyes( HAHA, KAKASHI) And i got shot. -___________- It hurt, even in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;yes, -___________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough enough, Its a such a long post and Baby is gonna complain and my hands are freezing from the aircon+rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made it clear when you said.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115841223456497416?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115841223456497416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115841223456497416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115841223456497416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115841223456497416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/d-on-line-it-was-on-tv-today-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115833570517614510</id><published>2006-09-15T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:57:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>love can be so boring my &lt;em&gt;fwend&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, highness is gone.&lt;br /&gt;shittybittychittygittymitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt; baby,&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to just,&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115833570517614510?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115833570517614510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115833570517614510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115833570517614510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115833570517614510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-can-be-so-boring-my-fwend.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115832839184690669</id><published>2006-09-15T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T23:47:31.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe someday,&lt;br /&gt;We'll find a world that doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;And I will drop You off there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause,&lt;br /&gt;its written all over your face,&lt;br /&gt;such a painful thing to waste.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Today was rainy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fun, and A declared her love for me in a indirect way, by writing it on the floor. :D&lt;br /&gt;V, B and me have made a belly cool dare for her. :D And we agree, she has twin towers for boobs. ( We're gonna send planes to them soon. :D) Today was, fun, sleepy, rainy and happy happy day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but Faith was AH-NNOYING. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been at macs for a few days, and everyday seems to be like happening. :D&lt;br /&gt;ha, lazy to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today felt like charity work with small kids. Lol. I think i'm gonna get killed, okay, whatever, i'm lazy to elaborate already, go ask those moronic morons. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a happy day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well i believeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, im a bird. no, plane. No, Superman. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I swear I'm belly bored. Fridays are boring yet EOYS are coming, so i'll be off! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here I go,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scream my &lt;s&gt;lungs, &lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;heart&lt;/s&gt; TOES out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to get to You,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my only one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why i'm so cranky today. :)&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY NIGHT! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115832839184690669?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115832839184690669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115832839184690669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115832839184690669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115832839184690669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-someday-well-find-world-that.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115815721990495235</id><published>2006-09-13T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:25:04.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M GOING TO GO GARDENS EVERYDAY NOW! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a smile, and you've got me spinning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a moronic Faith,&lt;br /&gt;stand up girl,&lt;br /&gt;you shine so bright when you smile.&lt;br /&gt;be strong &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;numb,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you and me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;routine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause i'm moving along fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115815721990495235?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115815721990495235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115815721990495235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115815721990495235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115815721990495235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-going-to-go-gardens-everyday-now.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115790249899825089</id><published>2006-09-10T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:36:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart stopped at&lt;br /&gt;23:19:56&lt;br /&gt;10-09-2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So long and goodnight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115790249899825089?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115790249899825089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115790249899825089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115790249899825089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115790249899825089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-heart-stopped-at-231956-10-09-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115789588475726167</id><published>2006-09-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T21:44:44.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its just orange and green, Freak it.&lt;br /&gt;School is starting tmrw. Cheers, i get to see Faith's hair :D&lt;br /&gt;And well, I'm gg running now so if i get mugged, raped( HAHAHAHA) Or died trying to run,&lt;br /&gt;Please sing Amazing grace for me IN TUNE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;A long range of pencils.&lt;br /&gt;She chose two and sighed cause she realised,&lt;br /&gt;She had done it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, look what've you done,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've got into my head again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115789588475726167?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115789588475726167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115789588475726167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115789588475726167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115789588475726167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-just-orange-and-green-freak-it.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115782127935112466</id><published>2006-09-10T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:09:27.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I don't care babe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's right or wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't love You no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are rainy days when I want them.&lt;br /&gt;And i actually miss school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" height="200" width="300" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="center"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13pt"&gt;What will happen on the first day of school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="50"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img alt="QuizGalaxy.com" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/pencil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Bird will come to school drunken and fall into a garbage can&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Ann Na will bite you in the butt&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Vicky will eat their lunch and yours while tearfully recounting their summer&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Charis will skip the first day... and probably the second&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Faith will jam you in the eye with a pen when you ask to borrow one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="40"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 8pt; BACKGROUND: black; COLOR: white" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=132"&gt;'What" will happen on the first day of school?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't enough to fill up everyone so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" height="200" width="300" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="center"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13pt"&gt;What will happen on the first day of school?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="50"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;img alt="QuizGalaxy.com" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/pencil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Janice will try to make out with you because they are drunk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Demelza will bitchslap your teacher when they give you detention &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Julia will run around in circles to celebrate the first day of school &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Wei Ying will push you into a locker and then scream 'death to tyrants'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;• Charms will come to school wearing only a potato sack and say 'don't ask.'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr valign="center" height="40"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 8pt; BACKGROUND: black; COLOR: white" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=132"&gt;'What" will happen on the first day of school?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: #ffffff" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed Charis's cause i think it fits her so well. Don't ya'all think? xD Ha, Julia kept getting the running ard in circles. :D And well, I know Ann na will actually TRY to bite me in the butt! xD Ha, oh well, most of them sounds like them anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if only,&lt;br /&gt;if only EOYS wouldn't coming.&lt;br /&gt;If only, if only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Here's to bella,&lt;br /&gt;BELLA IS SO DUMB, SHE EATS HER OWN SHIT AND THINKS SHE CAN WIN! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's damn spastic. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Baby &lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You made my day. :D&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin' here tryin' to convince myself&lt;br /&gt;That You're not the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I already did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Too little too late, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not meant to be&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;What could have been.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough,&lt;br /&gt;Headache oreadyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115782127935112466?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115782127935112466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115782127935112466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115782127935112466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115782127935112466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-care-babe-whos-right-or-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115772890692302217</id><published>2006-09-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T17:00:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah we sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it's not enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;without a reason &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To ever fall in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LALALALA.&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Netball carnival today so i'm shag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;6 more days. :)&lt;br /&gt;And as all this unfolds,&lt;br /&gt;I pray we will stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;I love You. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for You to do,&lt;br /&gt;What i could never take the guts to.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe,&lt;br /&gt;this time,&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's barely a week,&lt;br /&gt;It's just freaking 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is right,&lt;br /&gt;breaking a heart,&lt;br /&gt;dropping a name as we go along.&lt;br /&gt;But if this is what you want,&lt;br /&gt;Okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;And guess what,&lt;br /&gt;In the middle, Yet again.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;You have a big alert sign buzzing off "Keep away now."&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;You didn't feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I miss You idiot. Faster get your ass back to Singapore. :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Thats alot of Yous. :D And don't be so dumb to think that all the same lah okay, Its all different ppl Horrrr. okay, wait, don't think its You, yes you , you moron. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet no one knows what i'm talking abt. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, we shall keep it that way for now.&lt;br /&gt;You will catch up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday.&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sing that song and&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to ask,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115772890692302217?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115772890692302217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115772890692302217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115772890692302217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115772890692302217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/but-we-sing-if-were-going-nowhere-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115762490557526910</id><published>2006-09-07T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:28:25.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby,&lt;br /&gt;Throw my heart in.&lt;br /&gt;And lets watch it built,&lt;br /&gt;and fall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all too familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Its okay,&lt;br /&gt;I know where this leads to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like we meant nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115762490557526910?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115762490557526910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115762490557526910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115762490557526910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115762490557526910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/baby-throw-my-heart-in.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115753899905071961</id><published>2006-09-06T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:39:25.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Too Fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to comprehend,&lt;br /&gt;As time slip through the very fingers,&lt;br /&gt;That were meant to wither as time go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister Peter Pan,&lt;br /&gt;Would You please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the reason why i came&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115753899905071961?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115753899905071961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115753899905071961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115753899905071961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115753899905071961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115751434702159146</id><published>2006-09-06T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:45:47.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised how stupid i was last night, getting so upset over a mere rudeness and I guess You're just not worth all that shit and i will just take a step back and see how it goes. And now, Wouldn't i need a lot of poise and rationality. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jiale and Jan for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 You.&lt;br /&gt;More bicycle dates please. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I miss You. No, You don't know.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t tell me how this game ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause We’ll just see how it goes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's still tomorrow, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget the sorrow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I can be on the last train home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115751434702159146?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115751434702159146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115751434702159146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115751434702159146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115751434702159146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-realised-how-stupid-i-was-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115743057451528600</id><published>2006-09-05T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:32:36.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've a sore butt,&lt;br /&gt;aching arms and legs,&lt;br /&gt;So bitches,&lt;br /&gt;Quit messing with Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115743057451528600?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115743057451528600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115743057451528600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115743057451528600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115743057451528600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ive-sore-butt-aching-arms-and-legs-so.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115738025597651375</id><published>2006-09-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:36:56.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SHOULD HAVE CARRIED YOU*. :((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;Right, Jiale? xDDD ( FYI, IT AINT JIALE. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SMACK MY HEAD NOW.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha,&lt;br /&gt;when all goes down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;I turn away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wouldn't be here for me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to catch me when i fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when You need me, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You expect me to do the impossible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no superhero,&lt;br /&gt;besides,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even superheroes bleed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115738025597651375?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115738025597651375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115738025597651375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115738025597651375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115738025597651375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-should-have-carried-you.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115727911068227939</id><published>2006-09-03T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:29:07.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Why?" was asked. Its been a long time since then, and when i stumbled upon it today again i realised i never really told you why. And thats cause I never want to hurt You again.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Promises, Doubts, Insecurities, Silent conversations.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when i say I can take it all.&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For You, I will.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right where You want me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115727911068227939?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115727911068227939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115727911068227939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115727911068227939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115727911068227939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-was-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115717500299684847</id><published>2006-09-02T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T13:30:03.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And we're falling into this again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope its right this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunrise talks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115717500299684847?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115717500299684847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115717500299684847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115717500299684847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115717500299684847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-were-falling-into-this-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115712219623886247</id><published>2006-09-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T12:46:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name twenty people you can think of right now.Don't read the question(s)until you've named the 20 people.At the end of this, choose five people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Janice&lt;br /&gt;2.Bird&lt;br /&gt;3.Charms&lt;br /&gt;4.Faith&lt;br /&gt;5.Julia&lt;br /&gt;6.Demelza&lt;br /&gt;7.Dionne&lt;br /&gt;8. Clare&lt;br /&gt;9.Vicky&lt;br /&gt;10. Ann na&lt;br /&gt;11.Sheryl&lt;br /&gt;12.Candice&lt;br /&gt;13.Annabella&lt;br /&gt;14.Chong&lt;br /&gt;15.WeiYing&lt;br /&gt;16.Jiale&lt;br /&gt;17.Qinyi&lt;br /&gt;18.Gloria&lt;br /&gt;19.Theresa&lt;br /&gt;20.Suann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How did you meet #14?(Chong)- &lt;/span&gt;Netball, What a shit thing right? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What would you do if you didn't meet #1? (Jan)-&lt;/span&gt; I will just die. No more heart-to-heart talks, No more bicycle dates etc, AIYA, WILL JUST DIE LA. Tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What if #9 and #20 dated? (Vicky and Suann)-&lt;/span&gt; AHHH, I DONT KNW LEH. I think it would be like HUH! OOP. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Would #6 and #17?(Demelza and Qy)-&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES, CAN!!!!!! xD But someone will have to watch out for G's attempts of murder! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Describe #3: (Charms)-&lt;/span&gt; She's bimbotic and sweet, always there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#8 attractive?-&lt;/span&gt; Ah, Ya. i think so. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Describe #7 (Dionne)-&lt;/span&gt; The one who was there, always, the one who could always understand and she should know that though we've drifted, I still love Her very much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#12 family members? (Candice)-&lt;/span&gt;Eh? what is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;#18 confesses to you that he likes you? (Gloria)-&lt;/span&gt; OH MY, THIS IS GETTING FUNNIER! I will just say " I KNEW IT ALL ALONG!" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What language does #15 speak?(WeiYing)-&lt;/span&gt; English , Although she sucks at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who is #9 going out with? (Vicky)-&lt;/span&gt; er, No one i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;how old is #16? (Jiale)-&lt;/span&gt; 13, turning 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When is the last time you spoke to #13? (Anna)-&lt;/span&gt; Just yesterday, when she was scolding me when i flirted with Candice. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Who is #2's favourite band/singer? (Bird)-&lt;/span&gt; Me. xD Ha, don't think she has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Would you ever date #4? (Faith)-&lt;/span&gt; Nah, My surname ain't FU. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Would you ever date #1? (Jan)-&lt;/span&gt; YES! xD Anytime! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is #19 single? (Theresa)-&lt;/span&gt; Uh, think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What's #10's last name? (Bung Na)-&lt;/span&gt; Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Would you ever be in a relationship with #11? (Sheryl)-&lt;/span&gt; Love to. xD Haha, Its weird la, Don't know. Too old. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;School of #3? (Charms)-&lt;/span&gt; PL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where does #6 live? (Demelza)-&lt;/span&gt; Tampiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What's your fave thing about #5? (Ju)-&lt;/span&gt; Uhhhh, She's my wife? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have you seen #2 naked? (Bird)-&lt;/span&gt; Uh no, Butttttttttt HAHA, I WOULD LOVE TOO, REALLY. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are five UNLUCKY people to do this survey,&lt;br /&gt;1.Chong&lt;br /&gt;2.Demelza&lt;br /&gt;3.Janice&lt;br /&gt;4.Faith&lt;br /&gt;5.Candice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t tell me what to think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I don’t care this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t tell me what to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause You won’t be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To catch me when I fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But You’ll hate me when I’m not here at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, You were an eyesore too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape with S, L and Co. Haunted mansion was fun, But other than that, Rather bo-ring lehhhhh. Met Chong, Paddy and Co. PADDY WAS WEARING ___ Slippers xD No prize for guessing the colour. xD Ah well. S makes me wanna laugh and smack her face. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle date with &lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Can I say Fun with a capital F? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your indifference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You JY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when i crashed and wiped out at Your doorstep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;crash and burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115712219623886247?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115712219623886247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115712219623886247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115712219623886247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115712219623886247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/09/name-twenty-people-you-can-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115703538930125299</id><published>2006-08-31T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:51:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Going down in flames.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just another one of your moments.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here,&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A four word line to conclude Us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anws,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JY, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JY, JY, JY, JY, JY!&lt;/strong&gt; :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;Baby, You never fail to amaze me. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob and snails. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me where You wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There ain't no good in goodbyes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe, someday,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'd find beauty in goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115703538930125299?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115703538930125299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115703538930125299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115703538930125299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115703538930125299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/08/going-down-in-flames.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115695445720132125</id><published>2006-08-31T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:14:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I had enough of your needy moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Your words sliced through the air,&lt;br /&gt;and right onto break my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You should have known that everything would just be gone.&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking myself,&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm letting go of the only thing that makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;And so, I keep hesistating whether i should go.&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;i realised,&lt;br /&gt;I would also be letting go of the only thing that could make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;So, there.&lt;br /&gt;Fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Btw,&lt;br /&gt;Demelza Ang Liting, Please take care. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JY&lt;/strong&gt;, Thank You,&lt;br /&gt;I love You. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A made up romance, my soliloquy will read&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as I go down in flames.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115695445720132125?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115695445720132125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115695445720132125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115695445720132125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115695445720132125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-enough-of-your-needy-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115686631632240642</id><published>2006-08-29T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T23:46:32.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could honestly say " Fuck You, You unfair bitch."&lt;br /&gt;But I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Cause i'm simply too lazy to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is fair in this world"&lt;br /&gt;When J said it this to me, It strucked me hard,&lt;br /&gt;So why bother fighting fate when it was meant to be this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But For D:&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You, You insensitive bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When even heroes bleed,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would You save me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115686631632240642?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115686631632240642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115686631632240642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115686631632240642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949487/posts/default/115686631632240642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-could-honestly-say-fuck-you-you.html' title=''/><author><name>D</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949487.post-115667553067030568</id><published>2006-08-27T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T18:45:30.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When all You've got to be is strong,&lt;br /&gt;Move along.&lt;br /&gt;Finally. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You stole my heart before I could say no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949487-115667553067030568?l=yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourbittersweetsmile-.blogspot.com/feeds/115667553067030568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949487&amp;postID=115667553067030568' title='0 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