<?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-20061759</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:48:35.472+08:00</updated><category term='School Days(:'/><title type='text'>So far away</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2067041729082603685</id><published>2007-09-20T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T23:03:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyeeeeeee:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, goodbye :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not gna blog anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And, I'm gna leave this here just like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;When one day, you see that this blog no longer exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;It'd mean that I've forgotten every single thing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeh, thanks for all my readers for reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Although it's boring shit and stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Every single word of this shit means alot to me though :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahah, alright. Byebye :] Much loves&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2067041729082603685?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2067041729082603685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2067041729082603685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2067041729082603685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2067041729082603685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodbyeeeeeeed.html' title='Goodbyeeeeeee:D'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-131081242259996602</id><published>2007-09-16T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:11:06.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't those memories be loved once more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Guess what, I really don't know what to blog lur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And, my typing skills is like getting bad to worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Tsk, I don't know. Ahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;But yeh, I'm writing faster and faster though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ahah, okayokay. I might be closing my blog lur :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause I'm really very lazy to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, will see how lur :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, I'm off. So byebye :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Loveeeeeeeeee&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-131081242259996602?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/131081242259996602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=131081242259996602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/131081242259996602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/131081242259996602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/couldnt-those-memories-be-loved-once.html' title='Couldn&apos;t those memories be loved once more.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2105981656008289107</id><published>2007-09-14T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:03:18.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken love, words, and secrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I haven't been updating in ages.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not really that long lars.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days lur :D&lt;br /&gt;Eh, counting the days. It's really 7 days which is one week.&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, okayokay. My EOY are near.&lt;br /&gt;And I really mean near. First paper is on 1 October lur.&lt;br /&gt;It's like 16 dayyyyyys only-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm just updating for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;So that it doesn't look very dead xD&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2105981656008289107?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2105981656008289107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2105981656008289107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2105981656008289107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2105981656008289107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/unspoken-love-words-and-secrets.html' title='Unspoken love, words, and secrets.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5137464529961375898</id><published>2007-09-07T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:44:56.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories I had of you&amp;me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;As I sat here alone, in the dark night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I suddenly thought of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;All the time we had spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;So here I am, writing down all the thoughts about you &amp; I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, didn't we said we'd love each other forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nevertheless, things had to turn out this way. It's my fault, no doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;All the time we had spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I wouldn't forget a single part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause they are really important and no doubt, you're important too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And, it's gna be etched in my heart always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I promise to myself, I'm never gna forget all the times we had spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;All the bus rides home, how much time you had wasted to persuade me to go one big round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And that day, you was really mean to keep me even after one big round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;To think that you still can tell me to go one more big round, till Admiralty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I guess, it was just because you wanted to see me longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Times after you sent me home, and we'd slack at the swimming pool downstairs my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Talking crap and nonsense. Doing some lame stuffs together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I still remember you telling me about what army stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And you wanting to spend the rest of your life with me, in a new world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember the day, after I studied. We spent time talking crap and counting stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;The very last day we spent together downstairs my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;We played with water, like some small little kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Times when we watched movie together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And you'd hold my hand cause I was cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember that movie { Alone } we had watched together with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was really scared, and thank god you was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And there was this once, when we shared a jacket together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess it was the sweetest thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And remember, when we two held hands and walked out of the cinema to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I felt like I was the luckiest girl on Earth, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Still remember our first month, when we two MRT-ed down to town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just to catch a movie at Cineleisure, so that this first month would seem more meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was still like hours before the movie starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Thus, leading to walking round and round aimlessly Cineleisure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Movie just felt more great and better, with you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And back we went to Woodlands. Causeway, Bits and Pieces was your first aim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;You bought the rings, and we went off to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;After eating, we went to find blahblah at Admiralty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Around 1oplus, you sent me home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess that was the best day of that month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;No doubt, it was just some stuffs that any other couples would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;But it just feels different when it's you. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Remember that night, when we 'ton-ed' downstairs my house at the bus-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Your smile, your laughter, your acts and everything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I really wish that night would never end.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And even those times when I cried because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll always remember them. Cause it was you, yes you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;You were once my very best friend, and then you became my boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And, it was that night. I remembered I was crying so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;It was because of you, again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess this year, the only reason why I had cried so hard was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I guess you never know. Other than him, you're the one that I love so much. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And all those messges that you had sent, all the sweet talks that you have given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I really like it alot. I'll always remember what you had said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;That night, when you really felt so weird to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was really scared stiff. It really felt like it wasn't you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And to think that you could still tell me that, you're like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was really very scared, till I almost cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't you ever realised how much you had meant to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And sometimes, not a msg from you. How worried I can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;How much I felt like crying, cause I thought you didn't cared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;But well, it's all over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;And this is the last time I think of everything we used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Didn't I promise that I'd not cry when we break up, and I'd be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've done that, and now it's your turn to prove to me that life's gna be great even without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;The day I delete all my saved messages, cause it was the last few times you said you love me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I remove the ring from my sight, cause I don't want it anymore;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I bury everything you've given, cause I don't need it anymore;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;it's the day I've truly forgotten about you. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;nd I promise, that when I do all these. I'd not cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Instead, I'd smile. Cause I was once your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause you was such a wonderful boyfriend, and I was lucky to be your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's the end of everything we used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The last time I'd say I love you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Just the story I had for you; o7o9o6 &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5137464529961375898?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5137464529961375898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5137464529961375898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5137464529961375898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5137464529961375898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/memories-i-had-of-you.html' title='Memories I had of you&amp;me.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-780830343475589764</id><published>2007-09-06T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:31:40.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise, I wldnt cry :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Learning to let go, wasn't the difficult thing.&lt;br /&gt;After learning to let go, the hardest thing was forgetting you.&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that, forgetting you would be the hardest thing.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't we promise not to cry and smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, that it's not easy to keep that promise.&lt;br /&gt;But, life is still life. We still have to continue living.&lt;br /&gt;Takecare boy. The end of everything we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;The song we used to share, the love we used to love.&lt;br /&gt;It's all gone, and now I'm gna forget everything we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, you will too :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey, life's been quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;Just that, yeh :D&lt;br /&gt;But I promise I'm gna be okay :)&lt;br /&gt;Of course, much thanks to the many people who cared, yeh?&lt;br /&gt;Especially those people who I was with last night :D&lt;br /&gt;WenSheng, YuenHe, RenTong, Alvin, Jerald, Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting down at a place for 5hours plus plus was never an easy job.&lt;br /&gt;But I made it ytd. Cause those people really entertained me alot :D&lt;br /&gt;Especially Alvin. Thanks guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;And of course WenSheng.&lt;br /&gt;For all the countless hours on the phone :]&lt;br /&gt;And yeh, thanks for letting me know them uh.&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, Mavis, Ivy, YanQi, Jesline and Eliza :]&lt;br /&gt;The only motivation to go school and live on.&lt;br /&gt;And and and, the crappy guys in school.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you people, for making my life a better one ;D&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-780830343475589764?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/780830343475589764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=780830343475589764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/780830343475589764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/780830343475589764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/tears-couldnt-make-up-for-love-we-had.html' title='I promise, I wldnt cry :D'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-7233815582740480448</id><published>2007-09-05T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:49:52.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the memories, even though they weren't so great.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVbm_yuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e5DO7evavDY/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106606257091889890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVbm_yuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e5DO7evavDY/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;GuanYi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVbm_yvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mxHteE6D06g/s1600-h/DSC00542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106606257091889906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVbm_yvI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mxHteE6D06g/s320/DSC00542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;YongZhang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVrm_ywI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3cJtwrU9Yzg/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106606261386857218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVrm_ywI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3cJtwrU9Yzg/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVrm_yxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Vi2THtv9020/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106606261386857234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVrm_yxI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Vi2THtv9020/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;The few of them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVrm_yyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Zfc6SiTSDf8/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106606261386857250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVrm_yyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Zfc6SiTSDf8/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5ORbm_ypI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aB8A6poHD2E/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106605088860785298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5ORbm_ypI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aB8A6poHD2E/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5ORrm_yqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KiCrz5DE7aQ/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106605093155752610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5ORrm_yqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KiCrz5DE7aQ/s320/DSC00533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5OR7m_yrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7P72MQzn2vM/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106605097450719922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5OR7m_yrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/7P72MQzn2vM/s320/DSC00534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5OR7m_ysI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-MDr8rAcCqo/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106605097450719938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5OR7m_ysI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/-MDr8rAcCqo/s320/DSC00535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5OR7m_ytI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IVJrTxjKa1M/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106605097450719954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5OR7m_ytI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IVJrTxjKa1M/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5Ny7m_ykI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dkTc1xB8FoY/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106604564874775106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5Ny7m_ykI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dkTc1xB8FoY/s320/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dwayne, YongZhang, HaoRen, Brandon &amp;amp; GuanYi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5NzLm_ylI/AAAAAAAAANY/GuSNF27ELt0/s1600-h/DSC00528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106604569169742418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5NzLm_ylI/AAAAAAAAANY/GuSNF27ELt0/s320/DSC00528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5Nzbm_ymI/AAAAAAAAANg/EM9vUGklLZI/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106604573464709730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5Nzbm_ymI/AAAAAAAAANg/EM9vUGklLZI/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5Nzrm_ynI/AAAAAAAAANo/atZZKuPZ4V8/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106604577759677042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5Nzrm_ynI/AAAAAAAAANo/atZZKuPZ4V8/s320/DSC00530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5Nzrm_yoI/AAAAAAAAANw/P4B57Mtn1JA/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106604577759677058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5Nzrm_yoI/AAAAAAAAANw/P4B57Mtn1JA/s320/DSC00531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;HaoRen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pictures said it all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;I had fun ytd :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Though I was rather irritated by the waiting time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeap, it was a great day out :D Thank you :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-7233815582740480448?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7233815582740480448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=7233815582740480448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7233815582740480448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7233815582740480448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/guanyi.html' title='Thanks for the memories, even though they weren&apos;t so great.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rt5PVbm_yuI/AAAAAAAAAOg/e5DO7evavDY/s72-c/DSC00538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-9086006273540282444</id><published>2007-09-03T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T13:10:04.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears couldn't make up for the love we shared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, why is it always you I think about?&lt;br /&gt;Till the extend, where I don't even know what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a reason why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day, you'd come by here.&lt;br /&gt;And you realise that I'm talking crap over here.&lt;br /&gt;But really, I'm typing the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Weird as it seems, I really do miss you.&lt;br /&gt;But, I guess it's the better way out.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about the past, those times we shared.&lt;br /&gt;And, I know it's not possible anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're never gna look back and say: I want you back.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I miss you, I'm not gna say: I want you back.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know it very well, it's not possible.&lt;br /&gt;Do promise me that, you'll smile.&lt;br /&gt;And not cry, cause I know you're strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just watch over you queitly.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'll still care.&lt;br /&gt;Takecare, baby. imu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-9086006273540282444?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9086006273540282444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=9086006273540282444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9086006273540282444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9086006273540282444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/tears-couldnt-make-up-for-love-we.html' title='Tears couldn&apos;t make up for the love we shared.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-7118064029222322924</id><published>2007-09-02T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T17:46:03.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love we shared, I love you x3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It hurts to treat you as my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that weren't meant to be will never be.&lt;br /&gt;And I do hope, that you and I can be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry. But I really don't wna let this go on.&lt;br /&gt;Hurting ourselves unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;It do hurts and I do tear when you do msg me when I don't reply your msg.&lt;br /&gt;And it does seems that my other guy friends care for me much more than you does.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I know you love me. But it's always those little things that make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;And it shows me that you really care.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kinda late to say all these.&lt;br /&gt;But I just want you to know why.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wna leave you, but I don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you're the one that I've give up so much for.&lt;br /&gt;But, it does seems that everything is gone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how are we gna live life like this.&lt;br /&gt;But life's life. We still have to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;I know every now and then, I'll think of you.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it's the past already.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm gna be strong, and you're gna be strong too.&lt;br /&gt;We're not gna think about the past, we're gna look forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;And if one day, we happen to think back about the time we were together.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't regret please. We'd lots of fun together. And times when we spent days together.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just a few more days to 2nd month. But baby, I'm sorry things have to turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that one day, I'd see you on the street with your girlfriend in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'd smile and wish you two best of luck and hope you two last long.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, promise me that you'd find someone better than me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the best one, but I promise you'll find someone better.&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you, that I'll find my own happiness one day.&lt;br /&gt;Please just do takecare of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And please, smoking and drinking don't make you forget your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;Don't smoke and drink too much. Do talk to someone whenever you're down.&lt;br /&gt;Don't just look for cigrattes and drinks. Take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;There're still people around you who cares as much as I do.&lt;br /&gt;Takecare, my dearest boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-7118064029222322924?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7118064029222322924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=7118064029222322924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7118064029222322924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7118064029222322924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-we-shared-i-love-you-x3.html' title='The love we shared, I love you x3'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5696642317709145349</id><published>2007-09-01T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T22:22:44.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were the last thing I ever had.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess I wouldn't be blogging everyday again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause I'm really bored of blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And, yeah. The internet connection sucks like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'd blog only when I'm really bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And thriple yay, the laptop and the desktop are going to be reformat-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh wtf, I've to wake up at 6plus tmr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For some Yellow Ribbon Walk-.- Have to be in school by 7am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shit lurs. Praise me, cause I'm gna walk 3.5km.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nvm, I'm nice and yeah, I support the thing. {yeh,right}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay, nevertheless. Life's gna be so damn fucking bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyway, I seriously don't know what to post lurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yes! My baby cousin hugged meeeeee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yayyy, super happy lars. Heh, okayokay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yay, I don't have to go back to school during the hols :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But seriously, I don't know if there's OAC and stuffs like that lurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause Miss Sharifah didn't confirm it with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So yeah, not very sure lars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I'm gna be very sure that I'm going to finish all my homework before I play :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I do know wheres my limit and stuffs like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yep, I've grown up yeh :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yes, Bugis please, with girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And of course, movieeeeeeeees! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Thankyou. And there I go with one post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bye, love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;{Icouldn'tfindareasontosayIlove youagain.Isthistheendofeverythingweusedtobe?}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5696642317709145349?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5696642317709145349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5696642317709145349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5696642317709145349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5696642317709145349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-were-last-thing-i-ever-had.html' title='You were the last thing I ever had.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-750465987246774465</id><published>2007-09-01T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:29:04.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the tears and blood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've changed my blogskin again :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause I really don't like the old one lurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway, tdy school was -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeh lurs, we wasted time walking around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or watching basketball match for 2hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We're left on our own from 83o to 1o3o lars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, concert was way much much bettter than last year's one lurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yep, great :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yeh, we left after the last performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause it's really boring already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We then left school and it was left with Mavis, Ivy, Eliza and LiPing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yep, at bus stop. Ivy and Mavis left to meet Eric they all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, then we headed over to Cwp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reached Cwp, and Eliza accompanied me to wait for bus. Thankyou :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Went home, bathed and blah x3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Headed over for Wrps. And hell, the school wants us to be in FULL UNIFORM-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, we're only allowed to stay in the canteen. Wth lurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shit that school lars. I swear I'm never gna back already lurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If only Mr Teo was still around, things would have very different lars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nevertheless, wasted time meaninglessly outside Gate 2, badminton court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, blahx3. Uh huh, then we went over to Cwp. Xinni, Sheryl and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Met up with Gladys and JiaMin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sat at the seat outside Valu$ {?}.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then, went to 369, for don't know what reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, then. Slacked around till 4plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Left at 5, took bus home :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, then. Came home. Wanted to eat magee noodle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But then, my maid told me that my mum wanted to bring us out for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So didn't eat-.- Nvm lur, I called my mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jitao she got pick up man-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nvm, played comp awhile. And then, very bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause comp very laggggg. So, went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wleh, I sleep also cannot sleep in peace-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5 calls and 5 msges. Wth lur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nvm, woke up around 9plus, cause my mum finally came back lars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then, went to Thomson to eat-.- Madness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Came back around 1o.45? Not sure lars :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And, yeah. Watched tv and blah x3 :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, byebyebye :) Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{ I wish that you're here with me now, cause I don't find a reason to lie anymore}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-750465987246774465?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/750465987246774465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=750465987246774465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/750465987246774465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/750465987246774465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/09/thanks-for-tears-and-blood.html' title='Thanks for the tears and blood.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2857086708596538340</id><published>2007-08-29T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:50:37.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contradictions:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's some random crap again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, this song " cry on my shoulder " by Desutschl. sucht den Superstar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the lyrics is awesome too :D :D credits: wensheng. thankyou:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the hero never comes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you need someone you're feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're wait from love and you're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you call your friends and nobody's home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can run away but you can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Through a storm and through a lonely night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I show you there's a destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The best things in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They are free&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But if you wanna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you need someone who cares for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're feeling sad your heart gets colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do&lt;br /&gt;If your sky is grey oh let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a place in heaven where we'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If heaven is a million years away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh just call me and I make your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the nights are getting cold and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the days are getting hard for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always stay here by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise you I'll never hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( Repeat chorus x2 )&lt;br /&gt;What real love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What real love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What real love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes, i've got back my results :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yayy! $15o :D:D:D:D thriple yay lars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heheheheheheheheh. wooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh wtf, the comp is fucking lag like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i fucking hate it lars! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, nvm. stop nagging already lars LEONG JIANING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;RESULTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;English : 5o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maths : 7o eh! first time in my secondary two life, i'm getting a A lars! :D yayyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese : 73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Science : 65&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Literature : 56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Geography : 51&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;History : 63&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D&amp;amp;T : 74&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Position in class : 27/4o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes, i snatched Willy's 27th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause he got 28th. ahah. stupid him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah, i still got 15 more days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've already sent 1374 ++ msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;plus, my outgoing call is like wow :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, praise meeeeee. say goodbye to my phone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yes yes yes, i only send 4 more msg tdy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;praise me once again. alright alright. i'm off. i blogged :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, i guess i won't be blogging soon :x yeap, so byebyebye all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me know if anyone's going back wrps okayyyy! :] thankyou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;much loves to all, takecare all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2857086708596538340?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2857086708596538340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2857086708596538340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2857086708596538340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2857086708596538340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/contradictions.html' title='contradictions:)'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8399346875345024820</id><published>2007-08-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:22:36.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell says: Hello, welcome to your new home.</title><content type='html'>Heyyo :D&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been blogging in ages lars.&lt;br /&gt;I'm super duper lazy lurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH YES! I'VE FINALLY COMPLETE MY 7TH BOOK OF HARRY POTTER :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YAY, PRAISE ME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{ I KNOW YOU WNA =X }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyy. Anyway, school has been just like that lurs.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things happened here &amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, but school's still the same anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And hell yeah, we've been going to Cwp to eat and off to home :)&lt;br /&gt;Wow, how great. But duh, I'd not go home so early one lurs.&lt;br /&gt;And, blah blah blah. Met alot of new people :D&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of jokers. Great hanging out with them, they're super great entertainers :D&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, okayokay :) I haven't been like meeting Sheryl they all for like quite long already? xD&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I promise I'd be with you guys on Friday yeah? :]&lt;br /&gt;Movie or anything, up to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm nice. Really xD Okay, out of point.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, results are quite okay lurs. Yayyy.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in secondary two, I've got As for Maths &amp;amp; Science eh!&lt;br /&gt;Wl, it's like my two weakest subjects can.&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, I've really &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{not}&lt;/span&gt; studied &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;{not}&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;real hard okay :D&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so don't say I'm lazy to care about studies uh! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{slapsyou:D} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Movies up next are Ratatouilee &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{ spelling check =x }&lt;/span&gt; and ?????&lt;br /&gt;I don't know lars. Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, still alive :) For those who I've made you worry, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH YES YES YES, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. CALL ME IF ANYTHING'S UP. I'M SUPER LAZY TO REPLY MSGES AND YEAH, MY BILL BOMB ALREADY LARS. SO, STOP MSGING ME UNNESSCARILY :D THANKYOU :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, I blogged. I'm not dead on blogging yets :D&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm going to reply tags soon. And all those links, I'll do it when I'm free xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heh, okay. Bye, I'm off :) Takecare all. Love to all, and all those who tagged me yeh? :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8399346875345024820?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8399346875345024820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8399346875345024820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8399346875345024820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8399346875345024820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/hell-says-hello-welcome-to-your-new.html' title='Hell says: Hello, welcome to your new home.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-6455055547496777875</id><published>2007-08-19T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T23:02:43.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not the end of the world</title><content type='html'>heyyyyyoooooo :D&lt;br /&gt;sorry didn't post ytd.&lt;br /&gt;kinda lazy and internet was down /:&lt;br /&gt;kay, nvm. i shall just blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;er, anywayyy.&lt;br /&gt;ytd woke up around 1oplus :D&lt;br /&gt;and, then went to eat and blah x3.&lt;br /&gt;so er, went off to CCK to do some things.&lt;br /&gt;yayyy, bought the eeyore handphone pouch at more than words already :D&lt;br /&gt;and, watched Rush Hour 3 with my dad &amp;amp; younger sister :]&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, thriple loves :D great movie.&lt;br /&gt;okayyyy, after movie was already 7plus.&lt;br /&gt;so, went off to marina bayyy.&lt;br /&gt;yayyy, fireworks :]&lt;br /&gt;heheheheh, it was fucking nice lur!&lt;br /&gt;okayyy, stop randing on about the fireworks :]&lt;br /&gt;uh, then went back home already.&lt;br /&gt;kayyy, whatever :} byebyebyeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;LurRrBeEeEeEsSzXsZxSzXszxsZxSZxSz &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;boyfriend is my forever love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=21LoRODh87w"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=21LoRODh87w&lt;/a&gt; - the video for ytd fireworks :D 1minute plus okayyyy? :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-6455055547496777875?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-908039126874729710</id><published>2007-08-18T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T23:04:40.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just know that you're my forever love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscICrm_yiI/AAAAAAAAANA/0yB6T8FbNcs/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100053945179425314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscICrm_yiI/AAAAAAAAANA/0yB6T8FbNcs/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscICrm_yjI/AAAAAAAAANI/y4-8xgiOvqc/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100053945179425330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscICrm_yjI/AAAAAAAAANI/y4-8xgiOvqc/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHkbm_ydI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tri-JbEckVU/s1600-h/DSC00447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100053425488382418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHkbm_ydI/AAAAAAAAAMY/tri-JbEckVU/s320/DSC00447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHkrm_yeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QUyl14nSq-s/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100053429783349730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHkrm_yeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QUyl14nSq-s/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHkrm_yfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pkrfOPi0Yyg/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100053429783349746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHkrm_yfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pkrfOPi0Yyg/s320/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHk7m_ygI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HMFNLmwXgZU/s1600-h/DSC00464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100053434078317058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHk7m_ygI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HMFNLmwXgZU/s320/DSC00464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHk7m_yhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7IbMArZCOvo/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100053434078317074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RscHk7m_yhI/AAAAAAAAAM4/7IbMArZCOvo/s320/DSC00475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-908039126874729710?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/908039126874729710/comments/default' title='Post 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thriple yay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and so, we went to bugis in school uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i hate school uniform, okay. random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so yep, we mrt-ed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and then came in two ahlians(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeh, so me and alicia looked at them cause they were pretty lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then, one of them looked at us and said something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alicia and i were like huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kay, nvm. we're nice :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, so er. something happened. don't ask, thankyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and hell, mood was kinda gone for shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nevertheless, all of us got back into shopping mood again :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thriple yayyy. kay, i bought my black jeans already :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;super happy. but we searched kinda long for it-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeh, but nvm lur. it's worth the search.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kay, mrt-ed back to wlds and blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and, then reached home. bathed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then went downstairs. so er, xiaobrandon's class was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeap, he came over and talk to me awhile :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and, then he left for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kay, then dear came. and blahx3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;er, he came around 6plus lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went back around 8.3o like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dear, you're childish xD zhang bu da =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alright, i've posted and i'm lazy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so yeap, byeeeeee (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;loveeeeee!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;alicia : girlfriend&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sheryl : sweets, why are your posts very sad like that? cheerup alright. i'm just a sms away :} takecare, love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dearrrrrr :D : hey you! =x you're super childish. must learn to grow up ehh =x heh, i love you always. muacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-7184523855091681516?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7184523855091681516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=7184523855091681516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7184523855091681516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RsG1yp7vOzI/AAAAAAAAALc/o2GYFOwuuUQ/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after his haircut.&lt;br /&gt;wtf right, very nice lur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@#$%"&gt;!@#$%&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;*()&lt;br /&gt;ok, byeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;loves, takecare all :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-797747315268841558?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/797747315268841558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=797747315268841558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/797747315268841558'/><link rel='self' 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style="BORDER-RIGHT: #5f677c 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; BORDER-TOP: #5f677c 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; MIN-HEIGHT: 54px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; FONT: 11px verdana; BORDER-LEFT: #5f677c 1px solid; WIDTH: 210px; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #5f677c 1px solid"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #2e4b82" href="http://www.addictinggames.com/theimpossiblequiz.html?r=user_posted_link"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006 2px solid; FLOAT: left; BORDER-LEFT: #006 2px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006 2px solid" height="50" src="http://farm.addictinggames.com/fimages/3817.jpg" width="50" align="left" /&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; PADDING-TOP: 18px"&gt;The Impossible Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;heheheh :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just for fun lur.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;loves! :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2254163435953163444?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2254163435953163444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2254163435953163444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2254163435953163444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2254163435953163444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/impossible-quiz-heheheh-d-just-for-fun.html' title='I know it&apos;s lame.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-6901768883044985032</id><published>2007-08-10T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:39:19.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll love you for the rest of my life.</title><content type='html'>Helloooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;Uh, wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Met up w Jesline, YanQi, Ivy and Mavis.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to study, but yep.&lt;br /&gt;As you all can guess, our mind flew off to somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, wait. We did study a little.&lt;br /&gt;Just that MOS burger was a little too noisy.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to add on to the noise.&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, so er YanQi and Mavis left cwp around 6.15?&lt;br /&gt;Then er walked around w Ivy till 6.45 -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bus-ed back home.&lt;br /&gt;Then, YanQi and Mavis came over to my house.&lt;br /&gt;And, er. Watched tv, bla x3.&lt;br /&gt;They left around 1oplus?&lt;br /&gt;Aye, not sure lah. Can't remember already xD&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 9plusplus :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, changed and blax3.&lt;br /&gt;Went out for Macs, cause my mum and I wanted Macs breakfast lur.&lt;br /&gt;So yeh, went to Civics Macs.&lt;br /&gt;Blax3 , then after eating was like around 11plus lur.&lt;br /&gt;So went over to Bukit Batok to cut hair.&lt;br /&gt;WTF, I ALMOST DIED THERE LUR.&lt;br /&gt;SITTING ON THE FUCKING CHAIR FOR TWO HOURS PLUS IS NOT EASY OK.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, cut my hair. YAYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, went back to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;Bought some things at some market.&lt;br /&gt;And finally homeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;Play comp awhile, and then bathed.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to meet dear at cwp.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, the bus we took was like exactly the same lur.&lt;br /&gt;First, one bus went pass our eyes-.-&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went up the bus about the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And, the bus uncle drive super slow.&lt;br /&gt;We almost reached at the same time-.-&lt;br /&gt;How interesting. Ok, then.&lt;br /&gt;We mrt-ed down to Marina Bay.&lt;br /&gt;And then, called KaiJing.&lt;br /&gt;They were at movie lur. And it was around 6plus?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, yep. Nothing to do rights, we walked to Esplanade from Marina Bay Mrt Station.&lt;br /&gt;Wth lur, the people is like fucking alot lah.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd never go such places again lur.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's like alot alot alot alot of banglah-.-&lt;br /&gt;Very whatever lur. Nvm :D&lt;br /&gt;We reached Esplanade already, was like 8plus. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, nothing to do again.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to mrt back to Marina Bay.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, then reached Marina Bay there.&lt;br /&gt;The fireworks no more already. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, then KaiJing their movie end already.&lt;br /&gt;So they asked us to go Orchard find them lur.&lt;br /&gt;Mrt back to Orchard. While walking to Cineleisure, saw Gladys, JiaMin and Jason?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, then we're at the fountain thingy infront of Ngee Ann City lur.&lt;br /&gt;So the rest came over to find us.&lt;br /&gt;And, something happened. Yep, then they at there talkx3.&lt;br /&gt;So, after that. Uh, around 9plus, went to Vivo City.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Gladys and JiaMin wanted to play w the water lur.&lt;br /&gt;So yeh, everyone went together.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, reached Vivo already.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Gladys, JiaMin and Jason lur.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we kinda got seperated.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, then blahx3.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, went back around 11plus lur.&lt;br /&gt;Everything we took was last already. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Reached woodlands around 12.5oam.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, bathed and slept around 1.3o :D&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I skipped alot lur. Lazy to type and whatever whatever (:&lt;br /&gt;Heh, sorry no pictures cause I very lazy upload too :D&lt;br /&gt;As for tdy's post. I guess I'll update later when I'm back from outside :D&lt;br /&gt;So yep, byebyebye(:&lt;br /&gt;Loves to all, takecare all.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, those who needa cheer up, cheer up. Those who needa get well, get well &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Happy 1 month dearrrrrrr! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love you forever and ever (: }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-6901768883044985032?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6901768883044985032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=6901768883044985032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6901768883044985032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6901768883044985032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/helloooo-d-uh-wednesday.html' title='I&apos;ll love you for the rest of my life.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2866323851806165196</id><published>2007-08-07T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:41:21.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School still suck, all the same.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rrh9FZ7vOyI/AAAAAAAAALU/lnBK6Fs3ewY/s1600-h/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095960510183979810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rrh9FZ7vOyI/AAAAAAAAALU/lnBK6Fs3ewY/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hellooooooooo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for not updating for so long lur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well, I don't think anybody's interested though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh great, I'm lazy now eh? Ahah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What should I do now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School have been just fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well, school's just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, teachers have been rather not so nice recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahah, and the fucking Maths is killing me badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I can't get my brain to study D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, my body don't allow me to go for remedials after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything just switched off straight at the very second after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, can somebody or something just give me a fucking motivation to study? T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wl, I really don't know what to do la ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do hope that I can really study tomorrow w Jesline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayyy, finally someone willing to study w meee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;JIANING, GET YOUR MIND TO STUDY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;COMMON TEST IS ONE WEEK AWAY ONLY! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, wait. Let's just say byebye now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahah, bye all. Takecare please :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And girlfriends, do cheer up and get well soon :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVES GIRLFRIENDS AND MYDEARESTBOYFRIEND&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{3moredays:D}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2866323851806165196?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2866323851806165196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2866323851806165196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2866323851806165196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2866323851806165196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/hellooooooooo-d-sorry-for-not-updating.html' title='School still suck, all the same.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rrh9FZ7vOyI/AAAAAAAAALU/lnBK6Fs3ewY/s72-c/DSC00027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-591896415463627089</id><published>2007-08-04T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:43:50.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry for loving you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1Vp7vOsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Uubi_klfz1o/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094755724612811458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1Vp7vOsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Uubi_klfz1o/s320/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like as though it's some rose taken at some snowy place right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1Vp7vOtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g3mrsH4AGjY/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094755724612811474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1Vp7vOtI/AAAAAAAAAKs/g3mrsH4AGjY/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i know i look dumb lahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1V57vOuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PbzvXB2tvGY/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094755728907778786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1V57vOuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PbzvXB2tvGY/s320/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i coloured my face, cause i looked really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1V57vOvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sfwi8PnV1Hg/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094755728907778802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1V57vOvI/AAAAAAAAAK8/sfwi8PnV1Hg/s320/DSC00392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this was decorated by alicia. thats' why my face wasn't covered -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1V57vOwI/AAAAAAAAALE/WAk9btvXF7A/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094755728907778818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1V57vOwI/AAAAAAAAALE/WAk9btvXF7A/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greeny freaks-.- alicia decorated itttt! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1vJ7vOxI/AAAAAAAAALM/SHf7j_SpS_A/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094756162699475730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1vJ7vOxI/AAAAAAAAALM/SHf7j_SpS_A/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend is a gay :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok, he's not. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellooooooo :D&lt;br /&gt;tdy was greatttttttt! :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;thank god I went OAC tdyyy (:&lt;br /&gt;heh, cause in the morning when I woke up, I almost didn't want to go luh.&lt;br /&gt;but I was thinking, very paiseh alicia luh.&lt;br /&gt;so, I woke up and wenttttttt :D&lt;br /&gt;ok, so I saw SAKINAH that retarded at the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;and she was waiting for REBEKAH that whatever? lol =x&lt;br /&gt;errrr, then ALICIA cameee. and yep, we're waiting for REBEKAH.&lt;br /&gt;then, came one old uncle.&lt;br /&gt;and he was complaining to us about some indians whatever whatever =x&lt;br /&gt;too racist alr =x yep, so errrr.&lt;br /&gt;then, 2nd bus goneeeee.&lt;br /&gt;and REBEKAH came. like what I told SAKINAH and ALICIA,&lt;br /&gt;REBEKAH always come after the bus leave.&lt;br /&gt;and yay, I was super right(:&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, so yep, waited tor bus.&lt;br /&gt;walk to school and went up to OAC room.&lt;br /&gt;then, there were only like 11 people present? O:&lt;br /&gt;ok, nvm. so yep, we discussed about some things.&lt;br /&gt;anddddddd, I sooooo wanna go the Mount Everest thingy laaaa!&lt;br /&gt;one and only chance in my life okayyyyy! ):&lt;br /&gt;yay, there's gonna be OAC chalet! :D&lt;br /&gt;thriple cheers! 3D2N, heh. super excited.&lt;br /&gt;but yeh, it's EOY, of course.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy, i want class chalet also. i want alot alot alot of chalet =x&lt;br /&gt;ok, im getting out of point alr.&lt;br /&gt;so errr, after everything, which ended around 1oplus.&lt;br /&gt;and uh, so there was me, rebekah, alicia, sakinah and audi?&lt;br /&gt;yeap, me and alicia wanted to cab to cwpppp!&lt;br /&gt;andddd, this sakinah didn't want to ):&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, while we're walking to the bus stop after OAC.&lt;br /&gt;jeevan walked past me and alicia and he said hello in a most gayish way.&lt;br /&gt;so alicia was imitading him, and i was supposed to be alicia.&lt;br /&gt;what a good job done, i couldn't just say ' hi jeevan'.&lt;br /&gt;cause alicia was wayyyy too dumb =x yeh, but i still love her (:&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;so on the bus, me, rebekah and alicia were sharing two seats.&lt;br /&gt;and i was in the middle -.-&lt;br /&gt;ok, nvm. so there was this bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;this old woman came up and she was looking for a seat, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;nobody wanted to give up the seat.&lt;br /&gt;so; me, alicia and rebekah were discussing if we should let her sit.&lt;br /&gt;cause she looked like as though she was gonna fall anytime?&lt;br /&gt;yeh, then me and rebekah stood up.&lt;br /&gt;and the old woman sat down :D&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was rather unbalanced on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;i need some balancing skills D:&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to the point.&lt;br /&gt;and, alicia didn't want to sit down for god-knows-what reason.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, she stood up and rebekah sat down-.-&lt;br /&gt;ok, so she went to sit at the thingy beside the front door.&lt;br /&gt;the thingy where the fire extinguisher was placed?&lt;br /&gt;yeh, she sat on it. and i was standing infront of her.&lt;br /&gt;so she was telling me that the thing felt like as though it was on some roller coaster-.-&lt;br /&gt;yeh, she's mad, what do you expect?&lt;br /&gt;ok, we got down the bus. and went to eat ljs.&lt;br /&gt;ordered food, and audi didn't eat.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, ate for around 45mins rto 1hour? -.-&lt;br /&gt;ok, then we went to walk around that oh-so-boring cwp.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, and alicia was super mad-.-&lt;br /&gt;she really looked like as though she came out from mental hospital.&lt;br /&gt;and im not lying. i should have just took down the way she looked at sunflowers and elmo-.-&lt;br /&gt;audi was super paiseh, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;ahah, he had a bad impression of going out w 3 retarded maddies { rebekah, alicia &amp; sakinah }.&lt;br /&gt;of course, audi said that i was quite normal :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;ok, we took neoprints too.&lt;br /&gt;so yeh, me and alicia took super long to decorate.&lt;br /&gt;and that picture w alot alot alot of greeny thing, alicia decorated it.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah, ok. around 1plus? rebekah, audi and sakinah went home.&lt;br /&gt;thats when me and alicia waited for that two gays =x&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's forever me and alicia waiting for them lurhsxszxs! xD&lt;br /&gt;nvm, we're nice girls; right alicia? :D&lt;br /&gt;so yeappp, wait and wait and wait.&lt;br /&gt;dear came first, then jason.&lt;br /&gt;jason kinda got lost, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;ahah, nvm. so err, slacked at 3rd floor awhile.&lt;br /&gt;then jason went to buy barbell and then eat.&lt;br /&gt;went off from cwp around 3.15 ?&lt;br /&gt;yeap, then when going to reach my house bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;dear say : eh, go one round.&lt;br /&gt;i say okok, so during that whole ride.&lt;br /&gt;he was bullying meeeeee! lol -.-&lt;br /&gt;then, when reach my house opposite bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;he don't wanna get down-.-&lt;br /&gt;cause i was inside whats, i don't have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i wanted to get down at the next bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;he say don't want-.-&lt;br /&gt;so finally, got down at the siling bus stop-.-&lt;br /&gt;then, had to walk back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;cause that idiot of mine don't have money in his ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;at first, he still say go until admiralty go one round come back-.-&lt;br /&gt;i was like you mad arhs? -.-&lt;br /&gt;and then, he also say go cwp, and take 912 from berth 12 again-.-&lt;br /&gt;how fun it was walking back.&lt;br /&gt;so yeap, here i am back homeeeeee after a 45mins journey from cwp.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing was, i had to walkkkk! =x&lt;br /&gt;ok, nvm. from tdy onwards, don't send me home already =x&lt;br /&gt;lol, okkkkk. it's super duper longggggg :D cause tdy was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;heh, thanks girlfriendssssss and dear :)&lt;br /&gt;byebyebye :] loveszxszszx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to tags :&lt;br /&gt;YANQI - yeap, i know and well. let it be (: everything's gna be alright :D thanks girl&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERYL - yeh, i will :) i'm alright already. thanks :D &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR - i don't know where to start, but i'd like to say sorry too. i know i'm rather sensitive at times, thinking that you don't love me and blahblah, whatever. well, i thank you for your effort to tell your two gans that you're gonna be normal friends. but i really don't mind you having gans and whatever. but sometimes, maybe i'm thinking too much. but yeh, it does makes me feel jealous and whatever whatever. well, i'll never blame you for not understanding me and don't know how i feel that kinda stuffs. i really don't mind if you don't understand and whatever. cause i'm not that kinda person that would say this kinda things to my boyfriend. yeah, i really don't blame you and never will. there's nothing wrong about you, and i know you're good to me and blahblah. i guess, all the time, i'm the one thinking too much. i thank you for letting me the most important thing/person in your life. and i want you to know that you're important to me too. i don't want it to be just you doing everything for me, i want to do something for you too. and yes of course, i thank you for everything you've done for me. thank you for your care and concern, your words, and everything else that you've done. although i've never said it, but i just want you to know that i really appreciate all that you've done for me (: thank you, my dear boyfriend. if there's forever, i guess i wouldn't mind being w you for the rest of my life. i love you always :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-591896415463627089?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/591896415463627089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=591896415463627089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/591896415463627089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/591896415463627089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-looks-like-as-though-its-some-rose.html' title='I&apos;m sorry for loving you.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrQ1Vp7vOsI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Uubi_klfz1o/s72-c/DSC00384.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-249038135123134019</id><published>2007-08-03T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:44:39.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell never seems any closer than this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrL_L57vOrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rrxBu_ek8wc/s1600-h/[=+31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094414708504476338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrL_L57vOrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rrxBu_ek8wc/s320/%5B%3D+31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i'd like to say don't bother trying to read what i'm gonna post later.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, kindly please don't ask what happened (:&lt;br /&gt;thankyou :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, i guess my brain is really going mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;of course, it's always studies and whatever whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haven't i tried really hard to study whenever i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but the mood just really isn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and how am i supposed to score like everyone else does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, yeah. you said that you don't have high expectations of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and may i ask why do you keep comparing then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and yep, you never once saw me studying in your sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause you're always busy working and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and my studying time always clash w your working time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hell, im not a superwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i do need a break ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;at times, even at the lowest peak of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you're always there. but now that we're tgether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;why do i feel like you're not the one for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know i'm wrong to think like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, sometimes things you do don't match w words you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;you ever once told me that i was the next important thing after your brothers and germaine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so may i ask you now, how important am i to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know and i don't feel like i wanna know right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause to you, i might not be important at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know how you feel deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and yeah, you wasn't as sweet as what you used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know i'm complaining right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but all i want is just some words to let me feel that i'm really important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes, i really feel like giving up everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause, i don't know how to hold on any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and yet, i just don't know how to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i keep telling myself, lie to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yeh, i'm important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but, i realised that it's getting harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i really don't know how to lie to myself already, thinking that im still the very important person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm being very nice already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretending that i don't know you've got two ganlaopo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hey, im a girl for once alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretending that i don't know, it's super difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and hell, im your girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;don't you ever thought of how i feel inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;just whats the problem w you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't see my girlfriends' boyfriend have like 2 ganlaopo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, take it as i'm jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but hell, which girl wouldn't be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;do let me know if you ever come by her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;cause the only thing i'd tell you is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'm not your girlfriend anymore, you may have that girl who doesn't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;really, im trying my very best to tell you that i don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;which of course, i really don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but please, i'd get jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sometimes, i'd choose to hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i keep telling myself, it's alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wtf is wrong w me D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;am i really changing cause i wanted to be somebody else like jkay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;am i really becoming good to bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what's going on in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and hell, i can even think of putting tattoos and piercing my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh wtf, what's wrong w me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and, i don't even care whether i'm alive anot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck, just whats wrong w me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel like if i ever get a chance, i'd just ran out to the expressway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and bang, get knocked down by cars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or even, just try swallowing pills. lots and lots of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;just for the sake of trying whats the feeling like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel like taking the penknife and slash my wrist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just wna know how's the feeling like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;peircing all the empty space on my ears, just to feel what is it like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know, just for that kinda sensation/feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's weird how i think right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and i feel like just drowning myself in wine/beer/ whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so that, i can know how it feels to do all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i do all these, for the feeling of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;not cause i want to, i just wanna know how it feels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hell yeah, im mad; crazy; siao; screw loose; whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know what am i doing at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i just don't feel like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PLEASE, for goodness sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's not in readable fonts/colours/size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause I don't want people to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So hell, please don't try and read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I know some people would, I don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But just shut the hell up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thankyou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-249038135123134019?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/249038135123134019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=249038135123134019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/249038135123134019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/249038135123134019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/firstly-id-like-to-say-dont-bother.html' title='Hell never seems any closer than this.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrL_L57vOrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rrxBu_ek8wc/s72-c/%5B%3D+31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-6413626655317924775</id><published>2007-08-03T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:46:10.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you still stand by me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrKXpJ7vOqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h1QCqNR5WCo/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094300861806361250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrKXpJ7vOqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h1QCqNR5WCo/s320/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;woke up this morning, wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;headache ): pain like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeh, didn't went to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wanted to sleep in till 12plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but wl, the construction upstairs woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wl, hate it lahhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i had a fucking weird dream ytd -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i really don't know why was it like that lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;like very the random -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, nvm. i shall keep the dream to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wl, very very very very random laaaaaaa! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, my mum forbade me to go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i said nvm, i wanted to stay home and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but then, with all this irritating noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;how am i suppose to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i wanted to study at home, then i realised i don't have maths text again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and then w that irritating noise, how to studyyyyy? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i swear i hate neighbours upstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;irritating humans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, now that i can't go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what am i supposed to do for this few hours?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wl, kill me laaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate headaches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i hate my head/brain/whateverrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in a simpler term, i hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, whatever. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-6413626655317924775?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6413626655317924775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=6413626655317924775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6413626655317924775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6413626655317924775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/08/woke-up-this-morning-wtf.html' title='Will you still stand by me.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RrKXpJ7vOqI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h1QCqNR5WCo/s72-c/DSC00381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-9189539941005643054</id><published>2007-07-31T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:51:32.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are the best things alive :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOYOYO! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;school sucks tdy-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;really really sucks damn lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;obviously, super slack classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was totally waste of time la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;art - did some lame crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;literature - teacher didn't came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chinese - was learning new chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maths - went thru previous chapter, and there's test tmr T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;englsih - great as usual :D and zomg, something interesting happened during last 1o minutes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;super entertaininggggg :} heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;school ended like this, caused i skipped remedial (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then, went back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;played comp and eat also :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then, around 6plus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to find dear downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wl, the bus is like travelling @ 2ookm/h ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahah, and he was flyingggggg? lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok, only he knows what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and, he say i sot already-.- zzz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok, nvm. im nice girl, i forgive dear :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hm, spent around 2hours downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wl, time pass so fast de! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok, dear went off around 8.52pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we two talk about alot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hen random la can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;suddenly talking abt what army thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then still got what world population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and, what new world thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;still got the past things, who die who die thing-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ahah, super duper random luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then, the most important thing was spending time w him :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and yeh, dear. this is especially for you to see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OPEN BACK YOUR BLOG AND YOU CANNOT EVER EVER BREAK MY FISHY GAME RECORD =x&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND LAST THING FOR THIS POST, I LOVE YOU ALWAYS! FOREVER AND EVER (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUACKSZXSZXSZX :}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok, last thinggggggggggggggggggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I LOVE DEAREST KUKUBERRY GIRLFRIEND :D&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-9189539941005643054?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9189539941005643054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=9189539941005643054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9189539941005643054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9189539941005643054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/yoyoyo-d-school-sucks-tdy.html' title='Friends are the best things alive :)'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-568192706612685130</id><published>2007-07-31T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:55:30.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's mineeeeee xd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq7Ya57vOoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4gz-7S-AFus/s1600-h/DSC00087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093246185342188162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq7Ya57vOoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4gz-7S-AFus/s320/DSC00087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq7YbJ7vOpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jB6cd4S0M_Y/s1600-h/DSC00085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093246189637155474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq7YbJ7vOpI/AAAAAAAAAKM/jB6cd4S0M_Y/s320/DSC00085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;credits : &lt;a href="http://onewinged-an9el.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://onewinged-an9el.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, do you believe he's cuteeee? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, he's really x5486718421534870 cute right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i know X:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, bye people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loveeeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-568192706612685130?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/568192706612685130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=568192706612685130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/568192706612685130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/568192706612685130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/credits-httponewinged-an9el.html' title='He&apos;s mineeeeee xd'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq7Ya57vOoI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4gz-7S-AFus/s72-c/DSC00087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2487128806653902939</id><published>2007-07-30T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:56:51.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its just gna be the same, no matter what.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3d8J7vOiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OgoUNfKNtVc/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092970779154266658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3d8J7vOiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OgoUNfKNtVc/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia bought it while we're at Minitoons :D&lt;br /&gt;she looks @ me, then she say I feel like buying rose for you.&lt;br /&gt;I look @ her, I thought she was joking.&lt;br /&gt;but then, she really buy-.-&lt;br /&gt;thanks &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3d8J7vOjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2MvZzRiBVxw/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092970779154266674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3d8J7vOjI/AAAAAAAAAJc/2MvZzRiBVxw/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3d8J7vOkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oAV5KKT_K5Q/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092970779154266690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3d8J7vOkI/AAAAAAAAAJk/oAV5KKT_K5Q/s320/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cookies were inside.&lt;br /&gt;given by Alicia girlfriend again :D&lt;br /&gt;super sweet rights? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3d8Z7vOlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KmJSJbWl4wE/s1600-h/DSC00372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092970783449234002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3d8Z7vOlI/AAAAAAAAAJs/KmJSJbWl4wE/s320/DSC00372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, I was bored; you see? :D&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, I love my boyfriend (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092973652487387762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3gjZ7vOnI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/j0GIKtZiyzc/s320/img_simpsons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, tdy watch simpsons movieee! :D&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, super duper niceeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch again again again again X:&lt;br /&gt;heh, it's super duper duper niceee lahhh:)&lt;br /&gt;school was super duper slack lahhhh-.-&lt;br /&gt;maths; teacher came in 15minutes late, and I had a test for 3omins.&lt;br /&gt;pe; I had to run 2.4km. but yeh, I didn't run. I walked 2.4km :) praise me humans.&lt;br /&gt;english; teacher wasn't here. another slack peroid.&lt;br /&gt;ME; teacher came in rather late? went through some lame shit for 3omins.&lt;br /&gt;science; teacher was teaching abt some bacteria thing. I almost killed myself D:&lt;br /&gt;AP/FT; form teacher wasn't here. then, some relief teacher came in.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the end of the day. how great.&lt;br /&gt;damn fuck, I've got remedial tmr. and on wednesday, there's remedial again.&lt;br /&gt;wtf, I seriously don't feel like going D:&lt;br /&gt;hm, okok. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JIANING, BE A GOOD GIRL AND GO REMEDIAL! YOU CAN DO IT! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, then took cab to cwp. and we kinda snatch cab away from other people? X:&lt;br /&gt;cause it was raining lahhhhh T.T&lt;br /&gt;and uh, reached cwp. waited for Alicia, Mavis, Jesline.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy and YanQi went Sakae Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;so yeh, they went KFC to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to eat at first, but er, decided to buy Cheese Fries :D&lt;br /&gt;heh, ate already. then went to walk walk around w Alicia they all.&lt;br /&gt;around 3.3o(?), went to find Dear, Sheryl and Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;went for Simpsons at 4pm. yay, super happy can! :D&lt;br /&gt;called Alicia after movie, then they were going home already T.T&lt;br /&gt;yeh, went to slack w XinRong, KaiJing, Sheryl and Dear(:&lt;br /&gt;went home around 6plus almost 7?&lt;br /&gt;almost reaching home bus stop lers, rainnnnn D:&lt;br /&gt;yeh, didn't want Dear to get wet.&lt;br /&gt;so he went one big round and go home.&lt;br /&gt;reached home, ate again-.-&lt;br /&gt;wl, I'm getting uber fat alreadyyyyyyy D:&lt;br /&gt;must go on diettt T.T&lt;br /&gt;okokok, I'm getting uber naggy.&lt;br /&gt;so yeh, byeeeeeeee all.&lt;br /&gt;loves&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN SOMEBODY GIVE ME A MOTIVATION TO STUDY AND GO SCHOOL? T.T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2487128806653902939?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2487128806653902939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2487128806653902939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2487128806653902939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2487128806653902939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/alicia-bought-it-while-were-at.html' title='its just gna be the same, no matter what.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rq3d8J7vOiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OgoUNfKNtVc/s72-c/DSC00377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-4097691480225133501</id><published>2007-07-30T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T21:59:37.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need a life.</title><content type='html'>HELLOOOO! :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm finally done w this blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;i took a super long time.&lt;br /&gt;edited quite alot of things?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, credits still there :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's the original one : &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/151014"&gt;http://blogskins.com/info/151014&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i completed it before 1am :D:D&lt;br /&gt;yay, going movie tmr!&lt;br /&gt;the simpsons movieee :)&lt;br /&gt;heh, super excited :]&lt;br /&gt;ok, now it's like 12.25am.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so byeeeeee all.&lt;br /&gt;takecare :) withlove.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-4097691480225133501?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4097691480225133501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=4097691480225133501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4097691480225133501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4097691480225133501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/helloooo-d-im-finally-done-w-this.html' title='i need a life.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8506515067775603495</id><published>2007-07-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:01:55.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories are meant to be kept.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNnZ7vOgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CKAQ2jX-5Cg/s1600-h/DSC00362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092600986765048322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNnZ7vOgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CKAQ2jX-5Cg/s320/DSC00362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear did this; playground @ 515 (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause we're bored, while waiting for Jason to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNm57vOeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/l8jaIe_wO7M/s1600-h/DSC00450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092600978175113698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNm57vOeI/AAAAAAAAAI0/l8jaIe_wO7M/s320/DSC00450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNnJ7vOfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yf_zmEpmRLI/s1600-h/DSC00451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092600982470081010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNnJ7vOfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yf_zmEpmRLI/s320/DSC00451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex was actually 'filing' his nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and when he filed finish, it was shiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite long ago already, i just saw this picture :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNGZ7vOZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/03ojh7XZg-4/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092600419829365138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNGZ7vOZI/AAAAAAAAAIM/03ojh7XZg-4/s320/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahaha, Dear's gayyy :X heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok, i know Dear's gna read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so err, he's not actually(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alicia and I wrote it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNGp7vOaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SOIzNqBJ8GQ/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092600424124332450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNGp7vOaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SOIzNqBJ8GQ/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, this girl is wearing a SKIRT playing basketball @ 515-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;free show X: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNG57vObI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CTjtaMdEFDI/s1600-h/DSC00360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092600428419299762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNG57vObI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CTjtaMdEFDI/s320/DSC00360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Love David X:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was meant to be Jianing Love David tho (: heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alicia did thissss :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNG57vOcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pHVFoPlmnxY/s1600-h/DSC00361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092600428419299778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNG57vOcI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pHVFoPlmnxY/s320/DSC00361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason Love Alicia (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also can mean Jianing Love Aliciaaa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyPQ57vOhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KhijhViHM7c/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092602799241247250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyPQ57vOhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/KhijhViHM7c/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess who's legs are theseeee? O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahah. gaynesssssss D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;willy's sexyaeeee legs(:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, past few days were superb! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alicia stayed over at my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and we had lots of fun going out together :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heh, double datessss (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright, pictures have done all the typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yeah, byeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thousand loves to my dearest kukuberry! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and of course, my dear lahhh :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8506515067775603495?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8506515067775603495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8506515067775603495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8506515067775603495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8506515067775603495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/dear-did-this-playground-515-cause-were.html' title='memories are meant to be kept.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqyNnZ7vOgI/AAAAAAAAAJE/CKAQ2jX-5Cg/s72-c/DSC00362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5249425236247860043</id><published>2007-07-26T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:06:38.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's still the best thing in my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqiK5p7vOYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fp2Pxe9zR2g/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091472101855934850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqiK5p7vOYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fp2Pxe9zR2g/s320/DSC00343.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;yoyo! :D&lt;br /&gt;ok, tdy was so-so?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and yanqi and willy's still at my house.&lt;br /&gt;crapping away and playing junior monopoly now.&lt;br /&gt;and obviously, they're not playing according to the rules.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i don't wna crap on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, byebyebye! :D&lt;br /&gt;thousand of loves to KUKUBERRY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5249425236247860043?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5249425236247860043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5249425236247860043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5249425236247860043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5249425236247860043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/yoyo-d-ok-tdy-was-so-so-yeah-and-yanqi.html' title='it&apos;s still the best thing in my life.'/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqiK5p7vOYI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fp2Pxe9zR2g/s72-c/DSC00343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5368260814701250186</id><published>2007-07-25T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:56:05.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rqdh9Z7vOXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vgK4CxHAGjk/s1600-h/DSC00342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rqdh9Z7vOXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vgK4CxHAGjk/s320/DSC00342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091145611326994802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;day&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;was.&lt;br /&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;good &lt;br /&gt;happened&lt;br /&gt;tdy.&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;all &lt;br /&gt;these &lt;br /&gt;effing&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;being&lt;br /&gt;such&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;br /&gt;asshole.&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;pile&lt;br /&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;meaningless&lt;br /&gt;crap&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;br /&gt;hate&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5368260814701250186?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5368260814701250186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5368260814701250186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5368260814701250186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5368260814701250186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-day-out-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rqdh9Z7vOXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/vgK4CxHAGjk/s72-c/DSC00342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2264072991483582917</id><published>2007-07-25T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T11:33:55.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqbDo57vOWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kvffBZmk-hs/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqbDo57vOWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kvffBZmk-hs/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090971536302487906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello humans.&lt;br /&gt;didn't went school tdy.&lt;br /&gt;woke up, and great.&lt;br /&gt;i had headache T.T&lt;br /&gt;so yeap, didn't go school.&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out that, yanqi didn't went school either.&lt;br /&gt;and damn fuck, hammering and drilling noises were all i heard when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;guess what, i was actually planning to study at home.&lt;br /&gt;but great, how do i study with all those noises now? O:&lt;br /&gt;well, that's another thing.&lt;br /&gt;but firstly, i should just think of how to convince my mum to let me go out study yeah? :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's alicia and jason's 6months!&lt;br /&gt;wow, congrats :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;i love cialia kukuberry alot! :}&lt;br /&gt;ok, inner story(:&lt;br /&gt;okok, there goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, bye humans.&lt;br /&gt;back at night, i hope :D&lt;br /&gt;heh, loveeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2264072991483582917?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2264072991483582917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2264072991483582917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2264072991483582917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2264072991483582917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-humans.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqbDo57vOWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/kvffBZmk-hs/s72-c/DSC00333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1727251389425882842</id><published>2007-07-24T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:17:28.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqYX7Z7vOVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m3duuZxPOtA/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqYX7Z7vOVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m3duuZxPOtA/s320/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090782738130090322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really feel like life is a pile of meaningless shit, you know.&lt;br /&gt;aye, whatever luh.&lt;br /&gt;super no meaning life. &lt;br /&gt;it's like everyday after school,&lt;br /&gt;eat already, go home, meet dear.&lt;br /&gt;fucking no life, life is just a pile of shit.&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess it's more than this.&lt;br /&gt;but then, do i look like as though i can choose life?&lt;br /&gt;if i can, i really would rather wish that i wasn't alive, you know.&lt;br /&gt;then, i won't have to waste time so meaningless-ly.&lt;br /&gt;aye, wthell lor.&lt;br /&gt;life is just fucking-ly meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering, if i don't have dear now.&lt;br /&gt;i guess, i'd have just killed myself or something.&lt;br /&gt;really luh, life is effing meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can live life more meaningfully?&lt;br /&gt;yeap, but it's like there's nothing for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can get my fucking brain to study hard.&lt;br /&gt;and of course, random shit.&lt;br /&gt;i wna grow tall! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i shrinked by two fucking centimetres, you know?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe teacher don't know how to take heights.&lt;br /&gt;it's like everyone i know shrinked can?!&lt;br /&gt;wllll, pe teacher don't rock.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna grow tall! D:&lt;br /&gt;ok, back to my oh-so-boring life.&lt;br /&gt;i want to find something meaningful to do.&lt;br /&gt;okok, nvm. i know this is boring shit.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm crapping like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i've decided to post one picture w every post.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can tho :D okok.&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeee. random shit.&lt;br /&gt;lovee♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1727251389425882842?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1727251389425882842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1727251389425882842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1727251389425882842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1727251389425882842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-really-feel-like-life-is-pile-of.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqYX7Z7vOVI/AAAAAAAAAHs/m3duuZxPOtA/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2406611672619395277</id><published>2007-07-24T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:55:42.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqX1UJ7vOTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qrHYqw9wqWY/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqX1UJ7vOTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qrHYqw9wqWY/s320/DSC00336.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090744680424880434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqX1UJ7vOUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GXOfqXwyhR8/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqX1UJ7vOUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GXOfqXwyhR8/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090744680424880450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first one was taken during recess.&lt;br /&gt;cause i was realy bored you see :D&lt;br /&gt;and there was no one infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i took eliza, alcia and yanqi's phone.&lt;br /&gt;to 'accompany' meeeee.&lt;br /&gt;and the thingy on the fork is carrot.&lt;br /&gt;alicia's work :D&lt;br /&gt;ok, i know i'm lame :)&lt;br /&gt;nvm. second one is flower given by dear :D&lt;br /&gt;heh, he very sweet uh? :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, finally bestfriend decided to meet meeeee and dear.&lt;br /&gt;like finally luhhhhh. yayyy:D&lt;br /&gt;okokok, byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy already! &lt;br /&gt;loveeeeeeesxszszx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2406611672619395277?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2406611672619395277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2406611672619395277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2406611672619395277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2406611672619395277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-one-was-taken-during-recess.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqX1UJ7vOTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qrHYqw9wqWY/s72-c/DSC00336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1549263245251768027</id><published>2007-07-23T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:22:11.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqS52Z7vOSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KuxvqWSdlIg/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090397823161022754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqS52Z7vOSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KuxvqWSdlIg/s320/DSC00332.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, cute right? :D&lt;br /&gt;i know, but aye.&lt;br /&gt;it's gone already ):&lt;br /&gt;hm, i just wanted to post this picture(:&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, byebyebye.&lt;br /&gt;loveszxszx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear, i love you forever and ever :)&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna be my only one and my last.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, i'm gonna love you still.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna bother what other people say.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna care what you do,&lt;br /&gt;i'm still gonna love you like before.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall always love you.&lt;br /&gt;i love youuuuu! :D&lt;br /&gt;muacks, do open back your blog lahhh :]&lt;br /&gt;loveeeeee!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1549263245251768027?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1549263245251768027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1549263245251768027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1549263245251768027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1549263245251768027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/heh-cute-right-d-i-know-but-aye.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RqS52Z7vOSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KuxvqWSdlIg/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2779071284785890049</id><published>2007-07-22T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:59:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOOO! &lt;br /&gt;anybody miss my post? :O&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think no one.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i keep wanting to blog.&lt;br /&gt;but then, log in already.&lt;br /&gt;then very lazy liao-.-&lt;br /&gt;heh, okok. i know i'm lazy la, i don't need you to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;eh, i last blogged was on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;so er, thursday.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T teachers were kinda irritated w us?&lt;br /&gt;cause we had potato chips in class.&lt;br /&gt;and that was my recess anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;so er, i don't remember a single thing already(:&lt;br /&gt;friday, school as usual.&lt;br /&gt;rather meaningless day. cause history teacher wasn't here.&lt;br /&gt;and that relief teacher sucks.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, ok. my class coucilors really sucks /:&lt;br /&gt;and, yeah. i don't like my class.&lt;br /&gt;ok, after school was w yanqi, alextan and willy.&lt;br /&gt;yanqi went to meet alan and then alextan, willy go study?&lt;br /&gt;lol, i went back home to change and then, went back out to meet the two idiots.&lt;br /&gt;reached the library, they tell me.&lt;br /&gt;they don't wanna study already-.-&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was like -.- &lt;br /&gt;nvm, ended up. went back up to do xi zi.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i practically did xi zi only la can.&lt;br /&gt;wasting my time. then the two idiots wanted to go take bus-.-&lt;br /&gt;slack, cause they got unlimited bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;then, say what want go until town-.-&lt;br /&gt;madness, ok. i didn't feel like going, so they came over my house instead.&lt;br /&gt;alextan played computer. and willy was acting retarded as usual.&lt;br /&gt;ok, not. he's retarded.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, they went back around 7plus?&lt;br /&gt;actually was meeting dear.&lt;br /&gt;then he not feeling well? so never meet.&lt;br /&gt;uh, slept around 1am?&lt;br /&gt;woke up around 12plus the next day.&lt;br /&gt;then, changed and everything.&lt;br /&gt;met up w alicia, jason and dear.&lt;br /&gt;then, alicia and jason wanted to eat.&lt;br /&gt;so yeap, went to Horizon.&lt;br /&gt;alicia was stupid =x ok, cause she kept making me laugh-.-&lt;br /&gt;nvm, then we went over to HarbourFront, VivoCity.&lt;br /&gt;for fun, cause we were boredddd.&lt;br /&gt;journey to harbourfront was awesome :D&lt;br /&gt;me and alicia keep laughing at some humans.&lt;br /&gt;and yay! i broke my old record of the fishy game :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;ok, then. we reached VivoCity.&lt;br /&gt;walkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalkwalk.&lt;br /&gt;and blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;alicia got off at admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;while, jason dear and me went off at cck.&lt;br /&gt;went to my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;eat, and then went to play w my baby cousin.&lt;br /&gt;he looked really blur. not fun.&lt;br /&gt;okok, went back home. it was only 9plus?&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's hamster died T.T&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried, but thank god. i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;dear cheered me upppp! :D&lt;br /&gt;ok, then went back home around 1oplus?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, washed up and blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;then, around 2plus. met dear downstairs my house.&lt;br /&gt;at the 7-11 bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;talked crap until uh, 5plus?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, supposingly to go home at 3am la.&lt;br /&gt;but then, still continued to talk crap until 5plus :D&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then he went home, i guess? x:&lt;br /&gt;ok, uh. go home and humans were already at my house.&lt;br /&gt;houyee, yijun, jkay, eugene, eden, yongkang and wensheng.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, they were inside computer room.&lt;br /&gt;eugene was already dead on the sofa and yongkang was playing laptop.&lt;br /&gt;ok, then. i was like half-deaddd-.-&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i still didn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;went out of the house to think about some things :D&lt;br /&gt;and then, go back home. and yay, the sofa was mine!&lt;br /&gt;slept awhile, was being woke up by idiotic yongkang and wensheng.&lt;br /&gt;ok, then finally at 8am plusplus, my mum left home.&lt;br /&gt;and yayyy! her room was mineeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was smart enough to lock that bloody door.&lt;br /&gt;cause, as i had already expect.&lt;br /&gt;wensheng and some other people was knocking on the door,&lt;br /&gt;soon after i walked in.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up around 12plus? just in time to say bye to those idoits.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then washed up. called dear, and talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;and then, it was already 2plus almost 3.&lt;br /&gt;went out to meet dear and jason.&lt;br /&gt;dear was accompanying jason to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;and i was accompanying dear? maybe.&lt;br /&gt;ok, anyway. took the long long long long ride to orchard.&lt;br /&gt;jason passed some things to his sister friend?&lt;br /&gt;then, went to wisma atria to eat at food republic.&lt;br /&gt;and yeap, eat already. headed back to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;by the time we reached woodlands, it was 6.25pm.&lt;br /&gt;and i was meeting mummy and others for Sakae at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, still kinda early?&lt;br /&gt;so headed over to vista. and they wanted to kup cig.&lt;br /&gt;reached there, cannot find anybody to kup cig.&lt;br /&gt;then, they send me back to cwp.&lt;br /&gt;met the rest at Sakae.&lt;br /&gt;eatx34567887654. ok, then went to get my harry potter book!&lt;br /&gt;yayyyy! finally(:(:(:(:(:(:&lt;br /&gt;but dear don't like me take the book.&lt;br /&gt;cause he scared cause of the book, i don't want meet him.&lt;br /&gt;ok, it might happen tho x:&lt;br /&gt;then, went to cold storage to buy the yoghurt :D&lt;br /&gt;uh, went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;reached home, played some stupid lame game.&lt;br /&gt;it's monopoly, but its kinda like computerised thing?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, boring shit =x and went to bath. &lt;br /&gt;and yeap, so here am i blogging :D&lt;br /&gt;ok, byeeee everyone.&lt;br /&gt;loveeee. it's kinda long? :D&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2779071284785890049?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2779071284785890049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2779071284785890049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2779071284785890049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2779071284785890049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/helloooo-anybody-miss-my-post-o-okay-i.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5742685151204302988</id><published>2007-07-18T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T22:39:12.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was not great at all, in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;First, we had to sing national anthem like 5, 6 times?&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was caught for skirt and hair.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, and can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;Ivy didn't get caught.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. Nvm. My nails were cut off D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall not talk about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;During lunch was madness.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Willy and Bryan la.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Music was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Science teacher didn't come againszxs.&lt;br /&gt;And, then Willy and Bryan were doing some idiotic things.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed till I almost die :X&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, went off w Eliza.&lt;br /&gt;And, was at Macs alone.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Eliza went off first.&lt;br /&gt;Then, called Sheryl. And, she came down to meet me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was waiting for Dear la.&lt;br /&gt;He came with Xiao Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;Anddddddd, went for movie.&lt;br /&gt;Me, dear and XiaoBrandon.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was quite okay, rather funny.&lt;br /&gt;But, it was fucking cold! D:&lt;br /&gt;Really fucking colddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, then.&lt;br /&gt;After movie, met Sheryl again.&lt;br /&gt;And then, after 5minutes(?) , she went home.&lt;br /&gt;Dear and XiaoBrandon came over to my house downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Andddd then this Brandon was like 'quarreling' w me on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Talking cock la, but was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I went back home to bath first.&lt;br /&gt;Went back down to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;Then, XiaoBrandon went off already.&lt;br /&gt;Dear and me at there talkkkkkkk, until 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then, he go home.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, eat and watched tv.&lt;br /&gt;Okokokayyyy, I'm lazy already.&lt;br /&gt;So byebyebye.&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone except Dear X:&lt;br /&gt;Cause he always bully me T.T X:&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5742685151204302988?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5742685151204302988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5742685151204302988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5742685151204302988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5742685151204302988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-was-not-great-at-all-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1033678259009735623</id><published>2007-07-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:45:52.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry for being that extra alright.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon lah, if you really need him that badly,&lt;br /&gt;Then please, treat him nicer.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, don't treat him as your rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;For you to throw or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness, you're not small anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can think okay.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need people to tell you things okay.&lt;br /&gt;And like hello? &lt;br /&gt;The thing that's wrong over here is you.&lt;br /&gt;Not anyone else, so kindly don't push the blame to other people.&lt;br /&gt;Surely, anybody in the RIGHT mind would do that okay.&lt;br /&gt;Unless, you're not in the RIGHT mind. &lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I can consider forgiving you.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm VERY sure that you're in your RIGHT mind.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, don't treat him badly.&lt;br /&gt;If you really need him that much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm being very nice over here already.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get angry and whateverx2&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, know your limits to things you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyebye. Takecare to anybody who's reading now.&lt;br /&gt;Love dear and bestfriend! :D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1033678259009735623?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1033678259009735623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1033678259009735623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1033678259009735623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1033678259009735623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-sorry-for-being-that-extra-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-7058656270667556241</id><published>2007-07-15T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:48:59.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edited/}&lt;br /&gt;Tdy, went out to meet Mavis, Ivy and YanQi.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, it's quite okay :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, went down to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around. Kinda bored tho.&lt;br /&gt;But since it was Mavis's bdy then yeah, nvm :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, went Takashimaya; Heeren(?) and FarEast.&lt;br /&gt;Was getting really bored.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to mrt back to Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Woodlands, met dear.&lt;br /&gt;Met him already, went to find Sheryl they all.&lt;br /&gt;Then, walk to Fragrant. &lt;br /&gt;And uh, then like around 15minutes or less.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, KaiJing also(?)&lt;br /&gt;Then, send KaiJing and Sheryl home.&lt;br /&gt;Then after, me and dear very bored liaos T.T&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we sat at the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for bus and he was telling me some things.&lt;br /&gt;Like, goodness-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, took bus962 to Admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;And, then go the other side to take 912.&lt;br /&gt;Saw JunTong and don't know who at there also.&lt;br /&gt;JunTong walk until so lala.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, went back home. &lt;br /&gt;Dear send me all the way to outside home-.-&lt;br /&gt;Like scared I'll get rape or something?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;I still love himmm! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahszxs.&lt;br /&gt;I asked him something tdy, by sms.&lt;br /&gt;And yay, he so sweet luh xD &lt;br /&gt;Heh, love love love.&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like I'm gonna love him forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Lala, DEARRRR! I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooo :D&lt;br /&gt;Ytd was great xD&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 11plus.&lt;br /&gt;Called dear and then went out for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home around 1plus. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the house, then go bath.&lt;br /&gt;Met dear around 2plus, almost 3 already.&lt;br /&gt;Go wisma atria, waited for my queue.&lt;br /&gt;Then, so sian luh! &lt;br /&gt;Really really really very sian.&lt;br /&gt;Our queue number was:198&lt;br /&gt;And when I press the queue thingy right,&lt;br /&gt;It was only 158 T.T&lt;br /&gt;We two like don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, then he keep asking me go eat -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nvm. Stand there watch Mr Bean!&lt;br /&gt;Lol x: Okayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Then, repair my phone T.T&lt;br /&gt;3dayssssss, tuesday then can take.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then went to take MRT.&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, go to Chua Chu Kang, take LRT.&lt;br /&gt;Go BukitPanjangPlaza for fun-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, actually dear was accompanying me la.&lt;br /&gt;I had to go my grandma's house at Fajar.&lt;br /&gt;But it was kinda early? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So dear accompanied me walk walk around.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we from 2nd floor. Take escalator(?) to 4th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Walk one big round. Then, we go take lift at the 4th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Go down 1st floor-.- Okay, we're just being boreddddd!&lt;br /&gt;Then, dear buy some thing. &lt;br /&gt;And we're deciding to take LRT to my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;Or walk there. Cause actually, I walked to my grandma's house once.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so not very sure mahs.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I finally remember how to walk liaos, so we two walk lorh.&lt;br /&gt;Walkwalkwalkkkkkk....... -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, reach my grandma's house downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go up yet.&lt;br /&gt;So, sit downstairs for 15 to 3o minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was kinda scared that my relatives saw us -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyyy. Then, around 6.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;Dear go back Admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry la dear T.T make you go back alone.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I pei you okayyyy? :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then at my grandma's house.&lt;br /&gt;I reached like 1omins later?&lt;br /&gt;My family came up.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks god, I came up earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I wanted to sit there longer.&lt;br /&gt;But think twice, aye. Go up la.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thank goddddd.&lt;br /&gt;Msged dear. Then, he reached Admiralty already.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, eat then watched tv.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my baby cousin not around! T.T&lt;br /&gt;Okay, was still msging dear.&lt;br /&gt;He say I very bad, cause don't want meet him-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, then went to the other house around 9.3o.&lt;br /&gt;Thought my baby cousin come back already.&lt;br /&gt;But, he havent T.T&lt;br /&gt;Then, watched tv. And yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;He finally come back liaosszxzs.&lt;br /&gt;But he very blur like that la-.-&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, and bath.&lt;br /&gt;Called dearrrr. Then, he go bath.&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd, he bath already. Call him again.&lt;br /&gt;Call him liaoszszx. Then talk, and er.&lt;br /&gt;Slept around 1am :D Dear confirm never sleep at 1 ders.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, going out for breakfasttt.&lt;br /&gt;Byyeeeeeeeeee. Love dear forever and everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-7058656270667556241?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7058656270667556241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=7058656270667556241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7058656270667556241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7058656270667556241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/helloooo-d-ytd-was-great-xd-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-7645643861997805208</id><published>2007-07-14T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T02:06:53.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, sorry for the previous post lah.&lt;br /&gt;Very angry at my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, anyway. After blogging that shit, I went to bath.&lt;br /&gt;Then, met up w Jesline, Alicia, Mavis and Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, then Alicia went to find Jason.&lt;br /&gt;And supposingly, Dear was supposed to be w Jason?&lt;br /&gt;Then, end up he not w Jason.&lt;br /&gt;So well, saw Gladys they all.&lt;br /&gt;And Gladys was like: Eh! Ni pian(lie) wo.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okokay. Inner story :)&lt;br /&gt;Hm, then walk walk w Alicia awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she went for movie w Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Went to find Mavis they all at Sweettalk.&lt;br /&gt;And yeap, went up to X-Craft.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Yimei, actually; I wasn't very sure la.&lt;br /&gt;Then, look properly. Was like: eh? yimei eh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Then, took lift down to first floor.&lt;br /&gt;Anddddddd. Mavis said something that made all of us laugh in the lift like kuku.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not say it out la, very paiseh luh X:&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, Mavis and Ivy went home.&lt;br /&gt;Jesline accompanied me, and we went to Canberra Park?&lt;br /&gt;Played swings and made myself look like retarded :X&lt;br /&gt;Retarded, but fun :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went over to Sunplaza.&lt;br /&gt;For fun-.- Okay, then went to Fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Houyee they all playing bball.&lt;br /&gt;Then, crap w them awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I was still w Jesline.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia came over w Jason and then playx2 awhile x:&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Vistapoint, Viva to find Jesline and her sister.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Alicia bought some food.&lt;br /&gt;Eat a little? Then went back to fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;Reached fragrant alreadyyy. Alicia talk w Jason.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she going home. Actually, I was going home also.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up, I went Alicia's house.&lt;br /&gt;Reached Alicia's house, play w her stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Read her 'letters', see her neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing like kukuuu.&lt;br /&gt;I was using her phone to msg Dear.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to find Dear around 9.3o.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia paid for my cab fee-.-&lt;br /&gt;She say very dangerous and some other things la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANKS GIRLFRIEND :) LOVEEEE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached 888plaza. Went to find Dear at 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;He was w GuanYi and they were talking about some crap.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, talkx3. Then, I felt like going home.&lt;br /&gt;Dear send me home. Reached downstairs my house.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like going up, so we go swimming pool there.&lt;br /&gt;Sat there and talk until around 11.45. &lt;br /&gt;Then, he go already. He went to find JunTong they all.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, walk walk around.&lt;br /&gt;Then, decided to call Dear.&lt;br /&gt;He was waiting for buszxzszx.&lt;br /&gt;Like very poor thing eh, wait for bus alone.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Dear was like later miss call me, cause of don't know what reason?&lt;br /&gt;I was like, how you want to miss call meee? I got phone arhs.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy~ Just crap.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, talking to Dear online nowwww.&lt;br /&gt;He very random. Okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE DEAR AND ALICIA! :D&lt;br /&gt;and everyone elseeeeeee(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-7645643861997805208?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7645643861997805208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=7645643861997805208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7645643861997805208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7645643861997805208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/hellooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-6143216207780982316</id><published>2007-07-13T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:32:00.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WTF WTF WTF.&lt;br /&gt;HE GOT SOME BLOODY PROBLEM UH.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTHELL LA.&lt;br /&gt;CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE TAKE HIM TO HELL.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, HE'S MAKING EACH OF US HATE EACH OTHER LA.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW, OUR CLIQUE IS LIKE -.-&lt;br /&gt;WTF, HATE HIM LA.&lt;br /&gt;HE FUCKING MAKE US STAY BACK FOR 4oMINS.&lt;br /&gt;TO LISTEN TO SOME FUCKING CRAP THAT WE WEREN'T INTERESTED IN.&lt;br /&gt;COME ON LA, I'M SURE YOU'VE SOMETHING BETTER TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;AND, PLEASE LA. YOU'RE GAWDAMN BIASED CAN.&lt;br /&gt;LIMIN AND PEIYUN LISTEN TO MP3 IN CLASS,&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU NEVER GIVE THEM DETENTION?&lt;br /&gt;ELIZA AND ALICIA JUST SWITCHED PLACED FOR LIKE 1 PEROID,&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU MADE IT AS THOUGH IT'S SOME BIG FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;COME ON LA, ALICIA AND ELIZA ARE NOT GONNA DIE IF THEY CHANGE PLACE RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, GET A LIFE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;YOU REALLY SUCKS TO THE CORE LA.&lt;br /&gt;WHY SUCH A TEACHER EXIST.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LA, OUR CLASS MOTTO IS GONNA BE LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;SABO EACH OTHER AND HATE EACH OTHER.&lt;br /&gt;WLEH, HAVEN'T YOU ALWAYS WANTED OUR CLASS TO BE UNITED?&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE UNITED, AREN'T WE?&lt;br /&gt;WE HELP EACH OTHER TO KEEP SECRETS.&lt;br /&gt;WTF, THEN YOU EXPECT US TO LIKE:&lt;br /&gt;EH TEACHER, BLAHBLAH JUST DID BLAHBLAH IN THE CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;COME ON LA, WE WON'T DO IT RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WHO IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD DO IT?&lt;br /&gt;HELLO? IT'S CALL SABO-ING YOUR FRIENDS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LIKE, WE'RE NOT GONNA GO RECESS W YOU,&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE NOT GONNA DO PROJECT W YOU,&lt;br /&gt;WE'RE NOT GONNA GO CRAZY AND LAUGH LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS W YOU.&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH, OF COURSE AND NATURALLY, WE'D HELP OUR FRIENDS RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, YOU MAJORITY OF THE TIME MAKE US STAY BACK FOR SOME SHIT THAT'S NONE OF OUR BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO YOU, WE'RE NOT IN &lt;em&gt;BOYS' BRIGADE &lt;/em&gt;LA.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT FUCKING INTERESTED IN ALL THESE STUFF CAN.&lt;br /&gt;GET A LIFE. DAMN FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-6143216207780982316?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6143216207780982316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=6143216207780982316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6143216207780982316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6143216207780982316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/wtf-wtf-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1848616547115940991</id><published>2007-07-12T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T18:18:35.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAYYY! IT'S THE 3ooth POST.&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT, I FEEL LIKE CLOSING MY BLOG X:&lt;br /&gt;I'M KINDA LAZY TO BLOG AND WELL, JUST LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;YEAP, STILL DECIDING THO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway. Ytd was kinda okay?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, boring lessons.&lt;br /&gt;And wow, Science teacher didn't came againszxs.&lt;br /&gt;And, MR PHILIP WAS HEREEEE! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;Our class was like wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;When we saw him walked in. &lt;br /&gt;Yeap, and I guess he's real excited also.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so er. Went over to Cwp after school.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, we took bus ehszxs.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' me and Ivy wanted to go home straight.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, reached interchange. Felt like buying bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy didn't want to, so she went home first.&lt;br /&gt;Had McFlurry instead of bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went home. On the bus, was almost reaching home already.&lt;br /&gt;Dear msg me, he ask if wanna go Sheryl's house.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, I'm almost reaching home already.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, so ytd never meet him.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, was replying his msg.&lt;br /&gt;And GAWDAMN FUCK, the phone blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;And, I couldn't on it again.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY LAAAAAA T.T&lt;br /&gt;And I finally know why I can't get through his phone already.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I call wrong number-.- And I guess, the number wasn't in use la.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy, sorryyyyyy. I remembered your number wrongly X:&lt;br /&gt;Lala, woke up at 7.45am. My mum woke me upppp :)&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to school.&lt;br /&gt;And wow, the class was full of the consellors.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, was like zzz? And againszxs.&lt;br /&gt;Don't like laszxs. Make me cannot do homework-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so had lessons. &lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T, YAY. Did theory the whole 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Kinda okay tho, it was practically copying the words only.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, andddddd Recess was lame?&lt;br /&gt;Eliza and me were sitting alone in a longgg table.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ivy; Mavis; Alicia; Jesline; Selina and LiPing were 'squeezing' at a small table. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was lame.&lt;br /&gt;Then, went back to classsss. And MrChia wasn't here.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked again, was kinda doing Chinese compo. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Geography. Wasn't paying attention at all.&lt;br /&gt;Was playing w Alicia and doing Chinese compo; againszxs.&lt;br /&gt;Then, BaiLaoShi wasn't here. So yeah, another teacher came.&lt;br /&gt;And she's like so whateverrrrrr-.-&lt;br /&gt;We can't even fucking talk okayyy. &lt;br /&gt;Turn around and look at some thing, also cannot.&lt;br /&gt;Like big deal siah? -.- Wth lorh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nvmmm :D &lt;br /&gt;Then, stayed back to do some Maths test thingy.&lt;br /&gt;And, I don't know how to do a single question.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, save me T.T &lt;br /&gt;Then, MrCheong explained to me and some other lala things.&lt;br /&gt;Had detention from 2.45 to 3.45.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck siah, MrCheong thought I've got 2hours of detention.&lt;br /&gt;But Jarren told me I only got oneeee.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, 1 hour only :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, borrowed Mavis's phone and msged Dear.&lt;br /&gt;Then, waited for Jesline and Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;After that, realised that we're going two different places-.-&lt;br /&gt;So yeap, we left the school.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus againszxs. Cause we felt like going home straight.&lt;br /&gt;But still, we went up to Cwp.&lt;br /&gt;Bought bubble tea and then walked around awhile.&lt;br /&gt;And home sweet homeeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;YAY, meeting Dear later :D:D &lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy. Byebyebye.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda long, I guess? :O&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, LOVE TO ALL :}&lt;br /&gt;TAKECAREEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU,DEARRRR! :D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1848616547115940991?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1848616547115940991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1848616547115940991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1848616547115940991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1848616547115940991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/yayyy-its-3ooth-post.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-3427625319744235522</id><published>2007-07-11T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T18:57:06.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;299th post alreadyyyyy! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY! :D CELEBRATE FOR ME X: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK! MY FUCKING PHONE IS DEAD T.T&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY, IT'S THE FUCKING BATTERY THAT'S GOT SOMETHING WRONG WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHSZSZXS, I WAS REPLYING MSG HALF WAY EH!&lt;br /&gt;STILL TYPING LUH, HAVEN'T EVEN SEND YET.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, DIE LIAOSZXSZ. WAHLAO! &lt;br /&gt;FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;NO MOOD TO BLOG ALREADY LA!&lt;br /&gt;T.T T.T T.T T.T T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-3427625319744235522?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3427625319744235522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=3427625319744235522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3427625319744235522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3427625319744235522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/299th-post-alreadyyyyy-ddd-yayyyy-d.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8072173705276722030</id><published>2007-07-10T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:24:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging. But I'm lazy-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyy. Errrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Let me think what to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yesssssss, tdy school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, actually it was because I had fucking headache.&lt;br /&gt;The pain was really hell,&lt;br /&gt;till I cried-.- Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, I know it's kinda exxagerating.&lt;br /&gt;But, it was really fucking pain lahszxs.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda like internal injury?&lt;br /&gt;Press already, very pain-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I ate two panadols.&lt;br /&gt;And thank God, chinese teacher allowed me to rest.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'd have killed myself.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I realised that chapter 8 is much easier than 5,6,7.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, that's newwww! Okay.&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was great, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;And damn, Literature wasn't good at all.&lt;br /&gt;It was super boring, and you can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;You can't do anything else, but just Literature.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, the teacher is 'WOW'.&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, nvm. Art was just as whatever as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, how I wish that I was artistic D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, skipped remedial cause of headache.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis, okay. I know I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;But Alicia had to go alone if I'm not gonna accompany her.&lt;br /&gt;So well, cabbed home after school. Bathed, and went to Cwp.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to buy the Cavana's cheeseballs.&lt;br /&gt;But, don't haveeeee. So yeah, MRT-ed to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, got everything she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;And we're done by 4.15pm. Gosh, how fast we were.&lt;br /&gt;So well, went to Teenage Cafe to rest.&lt;br /&gt;And then, went back to Woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;Passed Marcus his birthday present at Cwp.&lt;br /&gt;Saw alot of people, that I wasn't supposed to see.&lt;br /&gt;And yeap, had Sakae for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Went back home, bathed and tv-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, if tmr I'm gonna kill myself D:&lt;br /&gt;It's like what the hell lazxzszx.&lt;br /&gt;And the panadol are not helping much.&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYYY. MY PARENTS ARE COMPLAINING ABOUT SOME SHIT THINGY.&lt;br /&gt;SO YEAH, BYEEEEEEEEE. TAKECARE ALL.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOUUU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8072173705276722030?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8072173705276722030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8072173705276722030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8072173705276722030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8072173705276722030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2339514411883967507</id><published>2007-07-09T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:52:27.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO HELLOOOO :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tdy school was as usual.&lt;br /&gt;And yayyy! Science Teacher didn't come AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;My wish came trueeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;Wow, heh. Okayy.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Horizon at uh, 3plus?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, tdy was not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;All of us were gawdamn queit.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, not like the hyper us.&lt;br /&gt;Who go around laughing like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;Andddddd, we're so gawdamn lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday after school, eat at Cwp and home.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, can someone find something for us to do? &lt;br /&gt;Hm, went studying anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't get much into my head.&lt;br /&gt;And, I wasn't studying.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing homework. Yeap. &lt;br /&gt;And wow, nothing really came out at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I know I'm whatever lah okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;And Davidddddd!&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so irritating, dumb X:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I said nothingggg.&lt;br /&gt;Lala, and tdy I was brain dead okay!&lt;br /&gt;Not cause I'm really dumb-.-&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd, I could have win you.&lt;br /&gt;But cause of my brain that was dead, I lost okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, SHUT UP and GET A LIFE X:&lt;br /&gt;Lalala :D Okokayyy. Byebyebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LuRrbEeSzZxZxZsZxszXS GIRLFRIENDSZSZXS :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;And I love you :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2339514411883967507?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2339514411883967507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2339514411883967507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2339514411883967507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2339514411883967507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-hello-helloooo-d-okay-tdy-school.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8092445029364172633</id><published>2007-07-08T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:55:11.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog, then I decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;FUCK LIFE, I HATE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8092445029364172633?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8092445029364172633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8092445029364172633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8092445029364172633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8092445029364172633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanted-to-blog-then-i-decided-not-to.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8055932990104629349</id><published>2007-07-07T22:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:40:58.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=76189330&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="500" height="375" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; 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DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;AYE, WHY ARE TEACHERS SO MEAN NOWADAYS?&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. OKAYOKAY.&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYEBYE :D&lt;br /&gt;IT'S O7O7O7 :]&lt;br /&gt;LOVEEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-3391019950900734621?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3391019950900734621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=3391019950900734621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3391019950900734621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3391019950900734621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/eh-wow-i-realised-that-ive-got-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-4373177373059153608</id><published>2007-07-06T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:43:15.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I didn't blog ytd. Lazy and tired.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't rememeberrr what happen ytd.&lt;br /&gt;I only know ytd very tired-.-&lt;br /&gt;Sleep at 11pm? Wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sorry David, by the time you called me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was already fucking asleep :X&lt;br /&gt;Kinda forced myself to wake up tdy luhzszxszx.&lt;br /&gt;Anddd, tdy school was rather okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, let me think what did I do tdy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Assembly tdy was dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alicia saw me and she went : OI, CHAO CHEE BYE-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, there's a story behind it one! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And, I shall not tell youuuuu :X&lt;br /&gt;First lesson was Art.&lt;br /&gt;We'd already missed 3omins of it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the assembly was uber long tdy.&lt;br /&gt;And, I did some lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, was Science then.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, my group's graph thingy passed!&lt;br /&gt;And there was no mistakesssss :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Praise meeee! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had recess then, was kinda noisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anddddd, went back to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was caught together w YanQi, Alicia, Eliza, LiPing, Jesline and alot more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And can you believe it?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ivy DIDN'T get caught. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went back to class and it was History.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My history textbook was in the locker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And I got sent out of class for not bring textbook-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Had Chinese then. Finally did my zhou ji xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;School endddd! Yayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cabbed over to Cwp, bought bubble tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, buy already. Felt like eating at Pastamania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dang, I bought Oreo Coffee Ice Blended eh! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, had Creamy Chicken :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, walk walk around. And I went homeeeee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Reached home, bathed and I had already changed into outing clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, I decided to comp. Come already, fucking tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Went to sleep :X Lala. Alicia callled me around 5plus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, I was asleep xD Heh, woke up around 8plus? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watched tv and did nothing much already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dang, I miss you laaa ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, JiaNing should shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dang, I miss you I miss you I miss you -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm feeling sleepy again-.- Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okayokayokay. BYEBYEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love, not. &lt;strong&gt;It's LurRbEesZxSzxzsz :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For all my dearest blind humans who can't seeeee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-4373177373059153608?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4373177373059153608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=4373177373059153608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4373177373059153608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4373177373059153608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-didnt-blog-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-4653632644340659325</id><published>2007-07-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T22:35:00.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tdy was thriple wow :D&lt;br /&gt;School was quite okay (:&lt;br /&gt;And some lame things happened during FT.&lt;br /&gt;Shall not go into it. Cause I'm lazy :X&lt;br /&gt;Then, Maths. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;What Simultaneous Linear Equations shit stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like I can't even understand the chapter 5,6,7;&lt;br /&gt;And you're telling me that we're going on to chapter 8.&lt;br /&gt;Thats' really WOW.&lt;br /&gt;Recess was rather retarded. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda hyper tho.&lt;br /&gt;And, went back for English and Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I almost killed myself during Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;It's like super noisy and my ears fucking painful /:&lt;br /&gt;And then, the class is like super duper noisy.&lt;br /&gt;Then had lunch, rather queit tho.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class, and was Music.&lt;br /&gt;We had to group ourselves into 8 groups.&lt;br /&gt;Anddddddd, we had such a time ' quarreling ' we to be with.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, like small kids uh :D Okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;So I was w YanQi, Eliza, Willy and Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;And errrrrrr, Eliza was kinda forced to be w us? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Music room. And Bryan was the leader!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, did nothing actually.&lt;br /&gt;And we're supposed to do a summary thingy about our drama-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, went back to class and had Science.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Than was late for 15mins!&lt;br /&gt;And yay, we did group work.&lt;br /&gt;We had to draw graphhhhhhhsssssss.&lt;br /&gt;And, school just ended like that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I had two hours of detention for skipping remedial w no valid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;But I served one hour tdy.&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed over to Cwp w Eliza, Mavis and Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;Met David then. Studied awhile. And went back home arnd 5plus?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, changed and went w him to find WenJie and blahx2.&lt;br /&gt;And thriple wow, some stuffs happened.&lt;br /&gt;Ard 8plus, went down to Admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;WenJie ate at the KFC and birdx2? came to find WenJie.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this guy who was sitting opposite me and that's behind WenJie at another table.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, fall on the floor! And he was kinda&lt;em&gt; seh&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Guess he took drugs? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;When he sat up, there was blood on his forehead.&lt;br /&gt;THRIPLE WOW :x Anyway, I kinda xia dao?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then birdx2? was saying some lala stuffs :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, after WenJie and birdx2? eat.&lt;br /&gt;Walkeddddd over to 888plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus there and WenJie, MingHui and birdx2? went over to the court there.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, while waiting for bussssssss.&lt;br /&gt;Was talking about &lt;em&gt;chup&lt;/em&gt; thingys.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, kinda whatever? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;And tdy hor, David very guailan :X&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyy, reached homeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;And compppppp. Okay, byebyebye.&lt;br /&gt;Love, not. Loveszxzszxzs :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-4653632644340659325?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4653632644340659325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=4653632644340659325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4653632644340659325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4653632644340659325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/tdy-was-thriple-wow-d-school-was-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-9048684876003944708</id><published>2007-07-03T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T19:37:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YESYESYES! :X&lt;br /&gt;another 1o more posts than 3ooth post alr.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, okay. just being lame :D&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tdy i'm veryyyyyy happyy :D&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why, cause i'm not telling you! :X&lt;br /&gt;lalala. okayyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;so er, ytd talk on the line was meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;haha, not. crap alot ytd.&lt;br /&gt;went to sleep at almost 1am.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, like gonna die when i was in school.&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyyyyyy, i'm lazy alr (:&lt;br /&gt;byebyebye. i just wanted to update but no idea what to update.&lt;br /&gt;i know why alrrrrrr, so great :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee. love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-9048684876003944708?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9048684876003944708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=9048684876003944708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9048684876003944708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9048684876003944708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesyesyes-x-another-1o-more-posts-than.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-9036368161771104701</id><published>2007-07-02T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:48:23.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. ytd was great. heh.&lt;br /&gt;so er, met david around 2plus, i think.&lt;br /&gt;can't remember alr.&lt;br /&gt;went cwp, didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;called xiang, ask him want come out anots.&lt;br /&gt;then david call leonard, i think.&lt;br /&gt;went down pastamania to find leonard they all.&lt;br /&gt;then, they just eat finish and xiang was coming.&lt;br /&gt;went to titanic? gladys, jiamin, ray, jason?, me and david.&lt;br /&gt;then, at there crapcrap abit.&lt;br /&gt;xiang come. then david and xiang bully me tgether.&lt;br /&gt;lol :X take my phone bu yao return-.-&lt;br /&gt;okay la, ended up still return. haha.&lt;br /&gt;went back to cwp and bought bubble teaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;then, went up to 3rd floor, i think.&lt;br /&gt;and then, slack down thereeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;xiang and david down there play w the bottle cap.&lt;br /&gt;very funny la can.&lt;br /&gt;and, i think ahtong call david.&lt;br /&gt;ask him want go fragrant play bball anots.&lt;br /&gt;then me, xiang and david go down fragrant.&lt;br /&gt;reached there, sit down there like idiot like that :X&lt;br /&gt;thanks to xiang and david who ps-ed me :X jking laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;okay, then went over to admiral garden w jason, ahtong, weixiang, david and meeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;met waisiong { like finally? } and xavier.&lt;br /&gt;thenthenthen, they play bball again.&lt;br /&gt;and they play keep laughing want.&lt;br /&gt;went back home arnd 1o3o.&lt;br /&gt;xiang and david sent me homeeeeee :D thanksss.&lt;br /&gt;then, arnd 12plus? talk on the phone w david until 1am, i think.&lt;br /&gt;went to sleep, and tdy wake up arnd 5 times?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so like zzz-.- anyway, woke up at 1115.&lt;br /&gt;went to call david and the house phone was madddddd.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, then msg david ask him call me.&lt;br /&gt;and then, he call me. talk less than 5mins?&lt;br /&gt;then his phone also mad :X&lt;br /&gt;lol, then watch kids central awhile.&lt;br /&gt;anddddddddddddd, HI-5 is backkkkk :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, then errrr. went out and 12plus almost 1. should be.&lt;br /&gt;then, walk arnd looking for place to study.&lt;br /&gt;went to MOS, library, civic macs and back to MOS, finally.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, studied alone for errr, 3hours?&lt;br /&gt;and then, xavier + david came down to find me.&lt;br /&gt;xavier say NA cleverer than express blahx2 shit.&lt;br /&gt;and i told him to do my maths problem, lolxzszxzszx.&lt;br /&gt;then, he and david do until like wna die like that :X&lt;br /&gt;hahahha, andandand. xavier like wna cry -.-&lt;br /&gt;okayyyyy, went over to admiral garden.&lt;br /&gt;met alot of people, but all don't know ders.&lt;br /&gt;then they play bball agains :X&lt;br /&gt;and went over to admiralty macs.&lt;br /&gt;sat down there, they talking. and i also don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, kinda like idiot :D&lt;br /&gt;and then, went back around 9o2 :D&lt;br /&gt;yeap, reached homeeeeeeeee, bathed and here i am! :D&lt;br /&gt;so yes, thats' two days post.&lt;br /&gt;and tmr is school againszxzszxz /:&lt;br /&gt;oh yesssss, alot of people have been quarrelling w family humans uh.&lt;br /&gt;including meeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;aye, i keep telling myself don't quarrel alr luh.&lt;br /&gt;but, still the same.&lt;br /&gt;i also tell people ard me, don't quarrel w family.&lt;br /&gt;but, very difficult lorh.&lt;br /&gt;trying my best alr lurhszxzszxzs -.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just TRY not to quarrel la actually :)&lt;br /&gt;oh wow, my favourite date is comingggggg!&lt;br /&gt;this saturday, o7o7o7 :]&lt;br /&gt;i do hope that, that day is gna be awesomeeee.&lt;br /&gt;and blahblahblahhhhhhhhhhhh :D:D:D:D::D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;lalala, okay laaaaaaaaaaszxzszxzszx.&lt;br /&gt;byebyebyeeeeeeeeee~ :D&lt;br /&gt;withlove, &lt;s&gt;fuckerrrrrrrr&lt;/s&gt;! :D jking.&lt;br /&gt;okay la, really going alrd. byeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;with love, girlfriends and blahssssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-9036368161771104701?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9036368161771104701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=9036368161771104701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9036368161771104701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9036368161771104701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-4486403563307381303</id><published>2007-07-01T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T00:09:10.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aye, why do you make it sound like as tho i came back at 1am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or even didn't came home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no point telling you all these, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when the result is the same right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in the end, you'll still scold me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeah, tell me what's the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm still getting scold either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know i know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't be compared to your so-called-pwincess narhszszxs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but hey, i'm a human also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'm your daughter too alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;andandand, don't use daddy to threaten me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why do you make it seems like as tho i'm worthless in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i keep telling myself don't talk back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but, you keep making me talk back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i remember what daddy say okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i really don't wna quarrel/talk back or whatever whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but you keep forcing meeeeeee, get it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm not a superhero or a heartless kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've feelings can. you really make me feel like i'm worthless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i think i've done alot of studying for my fucking studies alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know i'm lousy in studies la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but why you keep talking about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not like as tho i never try right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aye, your problem laaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't care alr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-4486403563307381303?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4486403563307381303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8591739850050516076</id><published>2007-06-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T22:53:19.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heyyyy! :D&lt;br /&gt;First, I was kinda lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Second, I'm really really lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Third, I'm really really super lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, the list goes on and on :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school have been great.&lt;br /&gt;So well, don't worry for meee:D&lt;br /&gt;But, family matters not so good.&lt;br /&gt;Aye, I keep quarreling w my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Like tdy in the car when going home.&lt;br /&gt;Super zzz can.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Can on the air-con anot?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I open window cause very smelly.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Go take taxi la!&lt;br /&gt;Me: What for so angry? Not I make spoil your specs also, scold me for what?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *keeps queit*&lt;br /&gt;Me: And also, don't like durian also nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *stops the car* Go take taxi la!&lt;br /&gt;Me: * keeps queit *&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I didn't keep queit cause I've nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;It was because of some things that my dad told me.&lt;br /&gt;I shut up, I don't wna quarrel w her.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, ytd was not great at all.&lt;br /&gt;1o reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;1st: I was almost late for school; thank God I wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;2nd: I realised that Geog project and Science proposal form not done and had to be handed in.&lt;br /&gt;3rd, Chapel had to end 15mins late; it was alr 1.3opm.&lt;br /&gt;4th, we had to go for some quiz shit thing and ended school at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;5th, I had to wait for a bloody cab for like at least 15minutes and the taxi driver was so not friendly.&lt;br /&gt;6th, Bestie had to have mood swings and really bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;7th, got ps-ed.&lt;br /&gt;8th, saw GuanYi, blahx2&lt;br /&gt;9th, blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;1oth, Bestie fell asleep while on the line w me.&lt;br /&gt;Bad enough? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bestie told me some things.&lt;br /&gt;And blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;So er, Bestie; cheerup :) I'm always thereeeeeee! Takecare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I've never realised.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm really blessed?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all my friends around me.&lt;br /&gt;Having to face all the crap given by family, friends or boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Well, lucky for me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a boyfriend and that's the last thing I yearn for.&lt;br /&gt;Family, they don't really give me much stress.&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God for my family being complete.&lt;br /&gt;And even my two cousins for adding life into my family.&lt;br /&gt;Friends, they aren't that blahx2 as what I think.&lt;br /&gt;So yes, to all my dearest girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million! (:&lt;br /&gt;And yes, of course. How could I ever forget bestie and bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot bestie, for being there when I was down.&lt;br /&gt;And bestfriend, for never failing to put a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;I promise all my friends, I'd be there to lend a listening ear when you need me.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I might never be able to help you.&lt;br /&gt;But I know I'd listen to you, so yeah. I'm always there, not 24hours.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, just 18hours?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, just know that I'd be thereeee.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I doubt I'd blog for another few days :D&lt;br /&gt;Try and blog whenever I can :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm mugging alrr! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love.&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/20061759-8591739850050516076?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8591739850050516076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8591739850050516076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8591739850050516076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8591739850050516076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/heyyyy-d-first-i-was-kinda-lazy-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2171038128140018710</id><published>2007-06-26T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T18:23:20.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YES! :D Going to be the 3ooth post soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's gonna be 14 posts laterrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA. So yes, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tdy, school was AWESOME :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wellllllllllll, Maths was just slacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then we had Science, Mr Thomas Than.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, andandand, Willy's side got cut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But obviously that wasn't the point,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause just few minutes before Mr Koa came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Willy just announced that his side was long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, Bryan's hair DID NOT get cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyway, for Science. We had some discussions about our project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Practically, my whole group was brain-dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, then Recess cameeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After eating, Eliza, YanQi and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We started the topic: Is tofu catagorised under vegetables?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We ' argued ' like kukus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And we asked people around us. Yeah, and they gave us -.- look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went back to class and was Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was getting sleepy and fucking irritated by the bloody weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, I slept awhileeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To add on to the already-boring-enough-mood, Mdm Rozi had to come in for Geography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which obviously, nobody looked like as though they're listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, the more fun part was the so called group work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, YanQi, Eliza, Alicia, Me, Willy + Byan {Bryan} = group 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, that's what happened when're bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We started getting crazy cause we're REALLY bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We started playing the passing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We copied Bryan's funny actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And everyone looked dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, that Willy had to start the drawing game cause' Bryan didn't want to play the passing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first, we just drawed each other's hand as the passing game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, someone { I forgot who } started anyhow drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yessssss, and Bryan was the most sickening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He drawed my hands like 3 lines with some idiotic markers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andddddddd, the lines is like 8 to 1ocm longggggg? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the colours is like BRIGHT ORANGEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, our so called work is like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, under the resources category we've shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Under the waste category also have shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like -.-, everything also shit. Don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, we had English, Mr Chia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, I shall not go on to English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause' I think it's really boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So er, after that was Lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeap, went to locker to arrange the books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause' everything inside looks like some tornado just went in and rape the whole hell thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, went up to class to put our books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And Eliza + me went to the toilet to try and wash off the ' drawing '.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, it wasn't successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, then YanQi, Mavis, Ivy + BLAHBLAH came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And some lame things happenedddddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then, went back to locker to put some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And went to class. Saw Bryan and Willy doing some stupid things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not long later, Cheong came in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And hell, Maths Diagnostic Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost killed myself. The test was really difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I can't understand a single shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only got 9/50! -.- Imagine this was the EOY paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I'd dieeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, left around 3,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waited for cab for like 15 to 2o mins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeap, reached Cwp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to Macs to eat and then, slacked around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And went homeeeeee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yessssss, ytd night was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heh, was on the line with Bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And, kinda think about the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, he said there was one incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When we talked on the phone for 18hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I couldn't remember a single thing about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until, he told me everything that happened on the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And finally, I can remember ONE part only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haha, sorry laaaaaaaaaaaa, Bestie. I really can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this is veryyyyyyyy longggggggggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, byebyebyeeeeeeee. Loveloveloveeeeeeeee:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2171038128140018710?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2171038128140018710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2171038128140018710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2171038128140018710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2171038128140018710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-d-going-to-be-3ooth-post-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-3688433849465401153</id><published>2007-06-25T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:11:24.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello. Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm posting for the sake of posting :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WithLoveeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-3688433849465401153?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3688433849465401153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=3688433849465401153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3688433849465401153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3688433849465401153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello_25.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1050548232987233128</id><published>2007-06-24T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:46:07.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I shouldn't have said all those things to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry, I know  that nothing I say now can make up to your hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But please, I don't want to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No matter what you're gonna change to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll still love you as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I promise with everything I've got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will be there with you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want you to stay by my side forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you do, I promise I'll stay by you also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But please, don't leave me okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I won't leave you no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And to me, you're not rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You never will be, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And nobody is unworthy of anyone okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So there's no such thing as unworthy of me alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please, I don't want to hear such things anymore okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And don't do all that to yourself anymore, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You do all these, you make yourself numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I feel pain in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Boy, I really don't wanna lose you alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry for making me cry for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for everything I said and done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I didn't think of how you feel but only me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now I think back, I feel like I'm the selfish one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even if you want to say who's unworthy of who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm the one who's unworthy of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm very very very very very sorry, Bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please, don't do all those stuffs to yourself already okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I mean every word I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So please, Bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't leave me alone, cause I know I can't live without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I love you Bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't ever ever ever leave me alone please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1050548232987233128?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1050548232987233128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1050548232987233128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1050548232987233128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1050548232987233128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/bestie.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-14088606732860254</id><published>2007-06-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:31:36.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tdy was just not my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First, I was planning to go NightSafari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, ended up. My parents don't wna go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause they say hen late thn whatever whatever shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, so yeah. Since I could not go Night Safari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted Swensens. So yeap, went over to Cwp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yay, the carpark was fucking full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeap, so I didn't get my Swensens toooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rah, and I'm sorry to Alex for not replying his message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm kinda lazy to reply :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, thanks to Weixiang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You made me smiled/laughed again; you rock. I love you bestfriend! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bestie, I love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But pretty please, don't make me shed a tear for you anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks bestie :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sheryl, thanks girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For tdy, yes. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you don't think too much too alright? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheer up tgether! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought I could fuck care, but I guess I'm wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I still care ALOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bestie, I love you. I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know in my heart, you're way much more important than other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I keep telling myself that no way. I'm can't give up so much for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet, unknowingly. I keep doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bestie, do you know how important you're to me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope you do. With love, my dearest bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-14088606732860254?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/14088606732860254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=14088606732860254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/14088606732860254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/14088606732860254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1133538505451214271</id><published>2007-06-23T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:15:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I could choose, I'd want back SecOne life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Where life has never been so stressful for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Time and time again, I keep going emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SecOne really was so carefree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I only cried once last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last year, I even thought that cutting hands was just something to gain attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But this year, it took a total change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I keep going emo, and my tears flowed non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And even the slightest things that he can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I even leave home, and cut my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I shut myself out from everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Off-ed my phone, so that no one can get me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't believe this is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like it really isn't me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck. I hate life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1133538505451214271?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1133538505451214271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1133538505451214271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1133538505451214271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1133538505451214271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-i-could-choose-id-want-back-secone.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-9081540462596734548</id><published>2007-06-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:59:59.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHERE ARE THOSE HUMANS WHO SAID THEY WOULD BE HERE FOR ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK, I HATE THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I HATE LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THEY KEEP SAYING THEY'D BE HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BUT NOW, THEY'RE NOT HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WTF, I REALLY HATE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WLEH, FUCK THEM ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I FUCKING WISH THERE'S SOMEONE I CAN TRUST AND WHO WOULD LISTEN TO ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FOR JUST ONE FUCKING DAY, 24HOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK, I REALLY HATE LIFE! ):):):):):):):):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HATE LIFE, FUCKING HATE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I WISH I COULD DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;REALLY DIEEEE, KILL MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I FUCKING HATE EVERYONE AROUND ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK THEM ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LIARS! ALL OF THEM ARE LIARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I REALLY WISH THERE'S SOMEONE TO LISTEN TO ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HATE LIFE, LIFE SUCKS TO THE MAX.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I DON'T WANT ANYMORE OF THE NONSENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHEN YOU SAY YOU'D BE THERE ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;YOU PEOPLE ARE LIARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FUCK LIFE! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-9081540462596734548?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/9081540462596734548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=9081540462596734548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9081540462596734548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/9081540462596734548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-are-those-humans-who-said-they.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-4465777778621821807</id><published>2007-06-22T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T04:11:25.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OKAY, I know I'm getting irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause this's the 3rd post within 2hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I watched a video on Debra's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I think you all should watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gosh, I think she's really pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And it was a &lt;strong&gt;stranger&lt;/strong&gt; who killed her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The stranger could have died 0987654321234567890 thousand times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=EYppbbbSxjc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=EYppbbbSxjc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, now I really am going to sleep :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Byeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could have asked for one more chance to love you, but I know you don't belong to me ): I love you. And forever will.&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/20061759-4465777778621821807?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4465777778621821807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=4465777778621821807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4465777778621821807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4465777778621821807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-i-know-im-getting-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-3201681880189085167</id><published>2007-06-22T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T03:32:32.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love is Represented by a White Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While you may or may not be totally naive, you do approach love with an eternal innocence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You love like you've never been hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you put all your faith in your partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your philosop hy on love is: be honest and be yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Rose Represents Your Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are White Chocolate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are sweet, caring, and truly very innocent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whether your naive ways are a bit of act or not, people like to take care of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are a quiet flirt, and your power is often underestimated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Kind of Chocolate Are You? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Natural Beauty!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the kind of beauty that every guy dreams about... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One that looks good in the morning - without a stich of makeup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's doesn't mean you're a total hippie chic though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have style, but for you, style is effortless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Type of Beauty Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Strawberry Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A bit shy and sensitive, you are sweet to the core. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You often find yourself on the outside looking in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Insightful and pensive, you really understand how the world works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are most compatible with chocolate chip ice cream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Very Happy Being Single&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're not anti-relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You just don't need one to be content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You find plenty of happiness from your life as it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you find someone you love, then that's just icing on an already decadent cake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are You Happy Being Single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Guys Like That You're Sensitive &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Pretty Happy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You generally have a happy, fulfilling life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But things could be a little better, and deep down, you know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe you need more supportive friends or a more challenging career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something is preventing you from being totally happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You just need to figure out what it is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How Happy Are You, Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: June 6 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For you, love is a natural progression from friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are almost always friends first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In love, you are loyal, steady, and honest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are not a cheater or even much of a flirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are likely to stay friends with your ex... and open to rekindling something in the future. Number of True Loves You'll Have: 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 6th, 15th, and 24th of the month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I find it really true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far, all my ex-boyfriends started of as friends and even close friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, to boyfriends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yes, I'm still friends with my ex-boyfriends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh wow, 4 true loves.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tsk, I guess I'll have many boyfriends in the future?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, getting my heart broken is not a big deal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So yeah, it doesn't really matters.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Style is Agape&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's" Your Love Style?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, this is what happens when I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yet, don't wanna go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now, I'm going to sleep :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FuckLove :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;* I'm just gna count how many days Bestie is not gna msg me ): *&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-3201681880189085167?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3201681880189085167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=3201681880189085167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3201681880189085167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3201681880189085167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/your-love-is-represented-by-white-rose.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2520901859069807436</id><published>2007-06-22T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:36:20.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Past two days was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I practically shopped till I drop.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks daddy &amp;amp; mummy!&lt;br /&gt;And my sisters for giving opinions on the clothes and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, I know my legs were giving way.&lt;br /&gt;But, my mind told me to go on.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was gna see more stuffs that I liked.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rubbish. But I really bought alot of stuffs already.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, my mum says " Don't needa buy anymore clothes till EOY "&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she's just being kua zhang. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking if I should close my blog again.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, cause I think nobody's reading or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Well, see how.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping at like 3am everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why either. Gosh, I get up at 1oam then.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I really hate it.&lt;br /&gt;And like school's 2days away.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, hate it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not in the 'back-to-school mood'&lt;br /&gt;Die, and there's gna be hell lots of attire checks.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, fuck. Oh well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Blog again next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bestie): Where're you? I tried not to msg you again, tdy. Efforts going t the drain soon. Cause' I think I can't take it anymore. It's only three fucking days. Hell, I miss you damn lot ): ): ): ): ): * &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2520901859069807436?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2520901859069807436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2520901859069807436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2520901859069807436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2520901859069807436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/past-two-days-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8747334716774882010</id><published>2007-06-21T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T01:52:54.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;This is the fourth time ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know I'm irritating and what whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But something for you t know,&lt;br /&gt;you're really important t me.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can't live without you.&lt;br /&gt;So even, every tiny little things you do,&lt;br /&gt;can make me happy or cry.&lt;br /&gt;Please. don't give me empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd wait till morning if you said you'd call me.&lt;br /&gt;And, don't treat me cold or whatever; please.&lt;br /&gt;You're the only person I trust the most.&lt;br /&gt;You really really x1234567 mean alot t me.&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again, I lie t myself;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a promise you made t me.&lt;br /&gt;And now I know, I can't lie t myself anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth is there.&lt;br /&gt;You lied t me twice in a row.&lt;br /&gt;And I made myself so tired.&lt;br /&gt;So that I'd fall asleep straight away when I lie on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;So that I won't think of you when I lie on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;So that I wouldn't think of messaging you.&lt;br /&gt;So that I could make myself believe that you're busy, cause you didn't msg me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, how unimportant I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'd never be someone important right.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, t you; it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But t me, you're almost my everything.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, altho you ain't my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, you're way more important than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I thought, you'd be the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;Accompanying me and keeping your promises.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;How hard I tried not to msg you tdy.&lt;br /&gt;And how much I wish you'd msg me, but you never did.&lt;br /&gt;I think I took out my phone at least 3o times tdy.&lt;br /&gt;Just t see if you'd msg me.&lt;br /&gt;How much effort I put in, t tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;Don't msg you. Fuck, I give up on myself.&lt;br /&gt;Tdy, I know how important you're t me.&lt;br /&gt;And t think, I cried for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did. But, you'd never care, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, I know life's like this.&lt;br /&gt;But why did it had t come so fast?&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how come you become so important.&lt;br /&gt;If I knew this day would come.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather we be just normal friends.&lt;br /&gt;And I never had t give up myself for you.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't know when the words you say are lies or truth.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, none of them seems t be the truth.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Really, you just mean too much t me.&lt;br /&gt;I think, you'd never know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;And, I'd never know how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me questions,&lt;br /&gt;I'd think of the best way t answer;&lt;br /&gt;So that you'd not be hurt by what I say.&lt;br /&gt;But, you never did once try t do that, right?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I shouldn't care about you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hope I can.&lt;br /&gt;But, even if you was t give me the rest of my life t forget you.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd never be able t do it.&lt;br /&gt;I think, until the day I lie in the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;Then only, I might be able t forget you.&lt;br /&gt;If this was the only one, I wish I was dead now.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, the pain is really too much.&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;I know you'd never read this.&lt;br /&gt;But, I still wna let you know.&lt;br /&gt;You can never be replaced in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You're my one and only _________________ .&lt;br /&gt;I really can't live without you.&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't leave me behind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be contented, even just t see your msg.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really am. But now, you wouldn't even msg me.&lt;br /&gt;I ain't smiling cause of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tearing cause of you.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T YOU EVER REALISE HOW IMPORTANT YOU'RE TO ME?!&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder, do I love you or do I hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Love you for being there for me always, love you for your everything.&lt;br /&gt;Hate you cause you always don't wna care about me.&lt;br /&gt;Hate you cause you don't seems t bother.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do I do now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost, anyone guide me please?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ): ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8747334716774882010?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8747334716774882010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8747334716774882010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8747334716774882010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8747334716774882010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-know-im-irritating-and-what-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-6218580067492765340</id><published>2007-06-20T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T04:28:20.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dumb as it seems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet; I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why can I just sit by the phone whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just for you call, cause you said so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yes, you promised t meet up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I agreed, altho you said you would find me at midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like what I said, you wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But since you promised me, I took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet, you didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe, that wasn't the worst thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The worst thing was, you didn't keep your promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I lie t myself again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Once, twice, thrice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I kept lying t myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thinking that since you promised, you would do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But why. Of everything you could play with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why play with my trust towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't you know how important you're t me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yet, you keep making me cry time and time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really don't know when are the truth and when are the lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe, never once it was the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All along, it was lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe, you said all those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just to get me away from you. I really don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How funny it seems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much effort I put in,&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't go right.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe. I'm wrong all along.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't seem to be someone important, do I?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm that unimportant and insignificant, do I?&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm dead, perharps no one shall bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, it doesn't makes a difference right.&lt;br /&gt;Right, I think I really don't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;No matter who is it, &lt;s&gt;Bestie or Girlfriends&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Or even just friends.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I shall not bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's just gonna be a different me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate it, I really do ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friends are all leaving one by one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck love, fuck friendship, fuck everything! ): &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-6218580067492765340?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6218580067492765340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=6218580067492765340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6218580067492765340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6218580067492765340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-funny-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-6815691786904881797</id><published>2007-06-20T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T01:52:54.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted t upload photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, I'm sick of the Blogger and Photobucket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, sorry :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But anyway, I've created a slideshow on the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, so you might wna go and have a look :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT BUT BUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm ugly in the picture, but Alicia is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So yeah, anyway. LINK : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?source=ppsl&amp;instanceid=73861756"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?source=ppsl&amp;amp;instanceid=73861756&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alright, ytd was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks girlfriend :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gone, takecare all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-6815691786904881797?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/6815691786904881797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=6815691786904881797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6815691786904881797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/6815691786904881797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at_20.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-601823426421651078</id><published>2007-06-19T02:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:54:18.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesyesyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I've grown up within this one month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Great, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know there ain't anyone else I can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other than those who were with me for this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, cause I think I know who are my true friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This month, it might have been a great month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But, no. It turned out quite badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet, never mind. At least, I do learn something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whatever it is, I know I've grown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A different term I'm gna see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, studies always come first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To do a revision everyday, is what I'm gna do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter who's gna do it with me, or am I gna do it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I'm gna prove it to my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I can do well in my studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm not a little girl anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WithLove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-601823426421651078?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/601823426421651078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=601823426421651078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/601823426421651078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/601823426421651078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/yesyesyes-i-think-ive-grown-up-within.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-538018706417685166</id><published>2007-06-18T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T03:19:30.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ytd was great.&lt;br /&gt;had breakfast at thomson.&lt;br /&gt;cut my hair, went down t jurong.&lt;br /&gt;ice skating. yes, it was really great.&lt;br /&gt;haven't skate for this long before.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda reluctant at first.&lt;br /&gt;but, somehow. i went in.&lt;br /&gt;yes, darn angry at my sis.&lt;br /&gt;she wna come, yet never bring money-.-&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was kinda -.- at first.&lt;br /&gt;but after that, i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;thanks cousins, you always rock.&lt;br /&gt;tday was supposed t be an outing with girlfriends t etp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at first, was gg. but didn't wna go at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thank goodness i wasn't gg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if not, i'll be dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, cause i'm meeting them at 1o.4oam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why such a weird timing, i don't know :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yes, sorry girlfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alright, it's 3.18am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, and bestie is asking me t go sleep alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, bye. takecare all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with love, bestie &amp;amp; girlfriends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-538018706417685166?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/538018706417685166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=538018706417685166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/538018706417685166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/538018706417685166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/ytd-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2912293611387393777</id><published>2007-06-17T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:03:06.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes yes yes!&lt;br /&gt;finally :D&lt;br /&gt;shall not say what is it (:&lt;br /&gt;tell you when it happens, heh.&lt;br /&gt;hey, bestie rocks!&lt;br /&gt;he really really does.&lt;br /&gt;alright, nothing t blog alrd.&lt;br /&gt;so yes, bye.&lt;br /&gt;with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2912293611387393777?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2912293611387393777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2912293611387393777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2912293611387393777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2912293611387393777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-yes-yes-finally-d-shall-not-say.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-3955788508331667103</id><published>2007-06-16T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:03:37.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bestie :)&lt;br /&gt;i never seems t know what you're think abt?&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, i'll try my best.&lt;br /&gt;and something you should know.&lt;br /&gt;you can NEVER be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;cause you're my extraordinary dearest bestie.&lt;br /&gt;yes, no matter how close i seems t be with other people.&lt;br /&gt;you're always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;you're really important t me.&lt;br /&gt;so even tiny little things you say,&lt;br /&gt;it might just brighten up my whole day.&lt;br /&gt;or those hurting stuffs you say.&lt;br /&gt;it just hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that's how important you're t me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i've been too dependent on you.&lt;br /&gt;but i know, you're someone i can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;without you, i guess i will never be able t survive till tday.&lt;br /&gt;yes, you're really important t me alright.&lt;br /&gt;so please, don't ever think that i could simply find someone and replace you in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;cause i can never do that.&lt;br /&gt;you're my one and only extraordinary dearest bestie, &lt;strong&gt;david lee&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i love you, my dearest bestie! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-3955788508331667103?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/3955788508331667103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=3955788508331667103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3955788508331667103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/3955788508331667103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/bestie-i-never-seems-t-know-what-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-4688126820502388132</id><published>2007-06-14T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:33:41.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Past few days was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks bestfriend&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bye. No love. No misses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-4688126820502388132?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4688126820502388132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=4688126820502388132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4688126820502388132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4688126820502388132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/past-few-days-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2211342898131018115</id><published>2007-06-14T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:51:00.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2211342898131018115?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2211342898131018115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2211342898131018115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2211342898131018115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2211342898131018115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorry-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5031123110395635329</id><published>2007-06-14T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:43:53.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i don't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;did i treat you people badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think no.&lt;br /&gt;and, when i was attached; i don't think i forgot about you people.&lt;br /&gt;why do you people made me feel like as tho i'm a subsitute.&lt;br /&gt;for you people when you're single.&lt;br /&gt;i hare it ): i really do.&lt;br /&gt;what i promised just few days ago, i broke it.&lt;br /&gt;sorry ): but i can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it feels like as tho i'm nothing.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, i really am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to have interupted your lifes.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it this way.&lt;br /&gt;bye, i ain't gna be a subsitute anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5031123110395635329?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5031123110395635329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5031123110395635329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5031123110395635329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5031123110395635329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5528443651970966739</id><published>2007-06-12T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T00:50:58.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello. Sunday and ytd was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeap, I really mean great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One of the greatest holidays&amp; time spent wisely(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe, not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyway. Some were over at my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeap, and we played gambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Illegal gambling. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Houyee, Sheryl, Jkay, Eugene, YongKang &amp;amp; Wensheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeh, this were the few over on Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They came over at night. And uh, played mahjong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Poker cards. Yeap, named it. We've played it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right, we played until we almost died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, thanks to Yongkang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who invented some bloody lame game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeap, shall not go into too much (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, had a LONG chat with Wensheng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha, like what I always think(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha, for you to find out &amp; for me to know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get it ? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And yes, ytd everyone was very blur &amp;amp; tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We made alot of mistakes in our talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And this YongKang keep disturbing! -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He keep catching our mistakes and still can make story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zzz, he is like super lame! But yeh, he's funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh well, great day ytd :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Didn't sleep whole night! Yesyesyes! I'm pro xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAHA! :D Sunday and ytd; I only sleep like 5hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think, if I'm not wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh yes! I still have to get Jocelyn's present tmr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right, anyone wna go with me to town? :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Haha, kinda -.- So damn early wake up to go town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dieeeee jianing dieeeeeee~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Right, I guess I'm just getting a lil' restless alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeap, so yes. Bye! xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Takecare all. Much loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plenty of misses to Girlfriends(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, I miss you girls loads. Meet up soon please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weixiang: Thanks a million. Maybe, not a million. Just alot alot alot alot of thanks to you. For making my every day so happy. Yes, bestfriend rocks. Even tho, I bully you { :X } , yes. But always remember, I'm here &amp; I know you're there for me(: I promise I won't be unhappy alright. So you also must be veryveryvery happy okay! :D Bestfriend, I love you (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need the past back badly ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gone, cause I'm not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need time. I want love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I know I'm not gna trust anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck /: Sorry ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't want the past, I need the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know what's up with me. Sorry ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5528443651970966739?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5528443651970966739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5528443651970966739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5528443651970966739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5528443651970966739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello_12.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8506058433198374211</id><published>2007-06-09T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:55:15.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;edited/}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know what i miss about the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haws, the times i fooled arnd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;together with yanqi, mavis &amp; ivy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when we were without boyfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right, and the times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, shut up jianing :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like what i've said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the past is not something i'm gna reminisced about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got bored.&lt;br /&gt;and i looked thru my old testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;haws, thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;dang, those typings we used to type.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, it's damn -.-&lt;br /&gt;haha, right.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't think too much abt it.&lt;br /&gt;haha :) wells, those testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, too much memories /:&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, nvm :D&lt;br /&gt;haha. hm, i miss 6W2 lars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN ANYBODY FROM 6W2 ORGANISE A GATHERING OR SOMETHING?! -.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lars. i'm just bored :D&lt;br /&gt;heyyy~ i suddenly miss the past.&lt;br /&gt;when we ain't that close to the guys.&lt;br /&gt;eh? what am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;right, nvm. i just know i miss the past.&lt;br /&gt;hm, bestfriend alex is back from Mount,K! :D&lt;br /&gt;and tday, bestfriend weixiang go malaysia for one day.&lt;br /&gt;zzz, one come; one go-.-&lt;br /&gt;eh? how cool. nvm, tday xiang come back alrd! xD&lt;br /&gt;heh, but can't msg lehszx.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, few more days later :]&lt;br /&gt;okay lars, i go alrd. bye humans.&lt;br /&gt;much loves, much misses! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;cause i don't want the past to be reminisced;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8506058433198374211?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8506058433198374211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8506058433198374211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8506058433198374211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8506058433198374211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello_09.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-7870937562825316323</id><published>2007-06-08T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:26:18.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;wahhh! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;sad siah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid weixiang go malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;what yi ri you-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;zzz, sian luh. nobody entertain meee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;nvm, he go one day onlyyyy! xD heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;so er anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;gna come back to blogging. cause weixiang say he wna read-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;don't know true anot, or just entertaining me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha. kay, anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;went over to my grandma's house tday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;to get my baby cousin's ass outta his house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;yeap, so walk walk walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;at bukit panjang plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, arnd 6plus, weixiang call me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;chat until arnd going to reach my grandma's house liaos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, he say he wna go eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay lorh, hang up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;and and and, he won't be back until tmr night ehhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;woahs, very sad lorh): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;nobody entertain me alrd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;don't anyhow think horh, weixiang is my bestfriend! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;heh, okay la. i kinda lazy to update alrd :X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yes! i'm gna ton outside one dayyy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;asking weixiang, raymond&amp; vid to accompany me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;but xiang &amp;amp; ray very dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha! only they 3 know why :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;heh, shall not reveal too much info luh :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;anyway, i wna go to the zoo, jurong bird park, escape, wild wild wet, night safari &amp; east coast park!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;hahah, okay. too much places in mind :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;okay luh, byeeeeeeeee everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;much misses and loveees to everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;* anybody reading in the first place? * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;haha, nvm. byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; now, i make a promise to myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never am i gna make anyone worry for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i don't need it. i know i'm big enough to takecare of myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i promise that i won't make anyone worry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if i'm unhappy, i won't off my phone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; make everyone can't contact me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i know there's at least one person who cares(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeh, i'm never gna be emo again :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;heh, i'm not gna ___ myself ever again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause now i think back, i think it's dumb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, nothing is gna bring me down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i've got my girlfriends &amp; dearest bestfriends arnd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; with them arnd, nothing is gna be difficult for me :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;girlfriends &amp;amp; bestfriends always rockkkkkks! :D&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/20061759-7870937562825316323?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/7870937562825316323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=7870937562825316323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7870937562825316323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/7870937562825316323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/wahhh-sad-siah.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-4310668998402714121</id><published>2007-06-08T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T11:59:45.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RmjThy4oJzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_o9yRMMwixk/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073537557781292850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RmjThy4oJzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_o9yRMMwixk/s320/DSC00138.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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my birthday cake:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RmjThy4oJ0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NLCetoBRAVQ/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073537557781292866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RmjThy4oJ0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/NLCetoBRAVQ/s320/DSC00142.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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;puzzle given by david, weixiang, raymond, sheryl, gladys, kaijing&amp; waisiong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like this the most :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RmjTiC4oJ1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/yh_bqU6t4mE/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073537562076260178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RmjTiC4oJ1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/yh_bqU6t4mE/s320/DSC00143.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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;winnie the pooh - mavis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eeyore bookmark - ivy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;strawberry - guanyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ice pop - alfrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-4310668998402714121?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4310668998402714121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=4310668998402714121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4310668998402714121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4310668998402714121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-birthday-cakedd-puzzle-given-by.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RmjThy4oJzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/_o9yRMMwixk/s72-c/DSC00138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1420497134432400777</id><published>2007-06-07T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T18:01:38.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna grow grow grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna grow grow grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna smart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dunnoe liai&lt;br /&gt;last is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thats why we will grow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;twinkle twinkle little ning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how i wonder what u are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;up abv the world so high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lyk a diamond in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;twinkle twinkle little ning .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how i wonder what  u are =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kookaburra jumps on jianing's head ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jianing got angry and hit his leg ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fly kookaburra fly kookaburra ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;u have no wings to fly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;created by TAYWEIXIANG the LAMER NO.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahah. guess he was bored :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cheers. WEIXIANG rockkkkks! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and he really rocks alottttttttttttttttttttttttttttt! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bestfriend david rocks too! heh ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;much loves :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1420497134432400777?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1420497134432400777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1420497134432400777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1420497134432400777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1420497134432400777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wanna-grow-i-wanna-grow-grow-grow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1062311159082573902</id><published>2007-06-07T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:00:07.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Xinni, Willy, Weixiang, Kaijing, Abigail, David, Kianhui, Mavis, Wensheng, Jesline, MarcusLee, Waisiong, GuanYi, Alicia, Joyce, Eliza, Houyee, Xueli, HuiTing, Michelle, Chinwei, Sheryl, Amanda, Yanqi, Rebekah, Jocelyn, Aida, Isabel, GekTeng, Haoren, AlanKuan, BrandonChing, Jason, Alfrey, Eden, Eric, Hongkit, Elaine, Leon, Maxine, Jeslin, Raymond, Gladys and lots more. Thanks to all of youuuuu! You guys made my day :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Special thanks to Weixiang, Raymond and David! For accompanying me. And somemore, Weixiang kanna grounded. Sorry TAYWEIXIANG :] MUCH LOVES TO YOU ALL :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes, thanks Sheryl, KaiJing, Raymond, Gladys, David, Weixiang &amp;amp; Waisiong for the puzzle :D It's really nice, thanks! Love the puzzle loads! :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1062311159082573902?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1062311159082573902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1062311159082573902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1062311159082573902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1062311159082573902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/xinni-willy-weixiang-kaijing-abigail.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8915693184390208526</id><published>2007-06-02T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:53:50.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think this is gna be the last post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I won't have anymre blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause nobody cares right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeh, whats the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This fucking blog is for god-knows-what reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck, nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gone in 2days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8915693184390208526?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8915693184390208526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8915693184390208526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8915693184390208526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8915693184390208526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-this-is-gna-be-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-4414642437425445791</id><published>2007-06-01T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:05:55.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm in the least excited for birthday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't ask why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i hate life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pooooffffffffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;life sucks to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imma fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;random posting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-4414642437425445791?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4414642437425445791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=4414642437425445791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4414642437425445791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4414642437425445791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2088234614783641251</id><published>2007-05-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:54:16.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello humans.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm not really in the mood to blog.&lt;br /&gt;but yeh, i spent my days at home SLACKING.&lt;br /&gt;from last thursday till tday.&lt;br /&gt;finally, i got my ass outta the house.&lt;br /&gt;yeh, watched Pirates of the Carribean with abi &amp; yanqi.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i almost died in there.&lt;br /&gt;for me, it was kinda boring yeh.&lt;br /&gt;and you have to sit in the cold place without food or drinks for bloody 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;with a movie that don't really entertains you much.&lt;br /&gt;kay, how interesting right?&lt;br /&gt;yep, after movie. had some finger food?&lt;br /&gt;thn headed over to cwp.&lt;br /&gt;cause yanqi needed to meet some people.&lt;br /&gt;yeh, thn abi had to go.&lt;br /&gt;and me yanqi slacked arnd in cwp okay.&lt;br /&gt;yeh, walked arnd. talked about stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;yep, she wanted to eat Jack's place &amp;amp; Sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;how random.&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay. stop this before i get really random.&lt;br /&gt;thanks to god-knows-who's random-ness.&lt;br /&gt;it's contagious. heh.&lt;br /&gt;okaydokie. let's see wht else shall i blog about.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i wna get my ass outta the house EVERYDAY!&lt;br /&gt;yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E-V-E-R-Y-D-A-Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! :D&lt;br /&gt;kay, that's practically impossible.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm really getting very very very x1234567890 lazy nowsaday! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;random stuffs:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;potato chips&lt;/strong&gt; are just some over-toasted stuffs whn they go inside your body. just take one chip and put it in the oven/toaster and you'll get wht i mean. it's disgusting. good for those who loves chips! xD heh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soft drinks&lt;/strong&gt; makes you grow old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolates&lt;/strong&gt; makes you fat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sweets&lt;/strong&gt; gives you diabetes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so may i know? what shall i survive on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shit? sorry for the vulgar word.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but yeh. nothing to survive on alrd?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think about it :) heh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh yes! the sweettalk bubble tea is so ex now!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;$1.5o eh? for milk tea, ice blended, italian soda and so on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get your ass down to cwp basment one and you'll know what i mean :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, ever wondered why are humans evil?&lt;br /&gt;and why ain't girls' brigade and boys' brigade joined?&lt;br /&gt;and why are we living in the world?&lt;br /&gt;hahah. just some random stuffs :D&lt;br /&gt;yay! i'm fourteen soon!&lt;br /&gt;in just 9 days time! heh :]&lt;br /&gt;well, this was SUPPOSED to be done ytd.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, my internet crashed.&lt;br /&gt;yay, how cool right? :]&lt;br /&gt;i know. kay, my internet have been crashing every now and thn luh.&lt;br /&gt;so uh, sorry humans.&lt;br /&gt;kay, i know im gna stay home tday.&lt;br /&gt;i JUST wrote that im gna get my ass out everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but heh, no. tday im fucking lazy.&lt;br /&gt;cause tday i kept waking up luh!&lt;br /&gt;and i really mean keeeeeppppp.&lt;br /&gt;i think i woke up arnd 1o times?&lt;br /&gt;yeh luh! super -.-&lt;br /&gt;kay, finally at arnd 9plus?&lt;br /&gt;yep, got my ass up and went to the room to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;yesyesyes! slept till arnd 12.33pm.&lt;br /&gt;cause got thunder &amp;amp; music!&lt;br /&gt;cool-.-&lt;br /&gt;okay. im off! :D&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeee humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;you can always lie to the whole world, but you'll never get past yourself&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/20061759-2088234614783641251?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2088234614783641251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2088234614783641251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2088234614783641251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2088234614783641251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-humans.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1323952792263168153</id><published>2007-05-25T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:09:58.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hello:D it's like 1:42am luh.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, decided not to go school tday.&lt;br /&gt;so i shall not waste my precious time sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;heh:] so anyway. ytd stayed home cause there was parents meeting session.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, and i got back my results.&lt;br /&gt;ah, sucks like shit-.-&lt;br /&gt;but i was very happy about the comments cheong wrote! xD&lt;br /&gt;heh, anyway. here goes my results :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;english - 57.1 C5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chinese - 69.4 B3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mathes - 45.1 D7 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ kay, i don't need comments on this }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;science - 58.6 C5 { i passed for the first time! :D }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;geography - 69.0 B3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;history - 52.9 C6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;literature - 43.0 E8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home econs - 53.0 C6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;art - 66.0 B3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total - 514.1/900 { ahahah:D }&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;percentage - 57.1%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;class position - 27/39&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conduct - good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comments - Jianing demostrates ability to use positive influence over his/her peers. She builds loyalty in peers. She shows eagerness and capacity to learn and she shows maturity to balance her time between studies and CCA. She is responsible student &amp; well-liked by the class. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah! cool rights(:&lt;br /&gt;im proud tht my tcher wrote such good comments luh xD&lt;br /&gt;heh, happy x1234567890&lt;br /&gt;oh yesyesyes!&lt;br /&gt;something weird have gotten into some guys.&lt;br /&gt;hah, cause these humans suddenly msg/call me lah? yeh.&lt;br /&gt;er, there was marcuslee, kianhui, alexong, bestfriend, wensheng?&lt;br /&gt;yeh, how weird? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;______________{edited}_____________________________&lt;br /&gt;i went to sleep at 4.3o luh :D&lt;br /&gt;alright. here goes nothing :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;s&gt;i've been thinking real loads ever since you-know-what happens.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, it's only right that things do happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but maybe it's a lil too much till i can't take it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeap, i don't know lah/:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope nothing much happens tho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i shall smile &amp;amp; laugh and pretend that nothing is happening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeap, cause i know i can't do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter what, i'll can never replace her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so yeh, what's the point of letting myself hurt whn i know you gna do it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, maybe let's put it in a way that im afraid to get hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause too much knowledge about you doesn't make me love you anymre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it just makes me kinda scared of you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeh, sorry. cause i know it's no longer possible between us.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now that i know i can no longer love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll just let go. cause no matter how long i'm gna wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the truth is just there. &amp; you'll never be mine again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why must you be the one whom i can forget about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whyyy? /: why must it be you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why can't it be someone else?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh fuck, i really hate you; do i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe, it's my fault? cause i hurt you first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and now, whn i finally found out i still love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after taking such a long ride, it's your turn to hurt me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, maybe i derserved it. but why must it be you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have half a year mre to forget you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeh, let's just pray hard tht i won't be in the same class as you next year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really don't want you in the same class as me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but if tht one day come, whn you love me again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll not hesitate to hold you by my side and hold you tight. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i know, i don't wna regret another time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;thats when i pretend like im okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1323952792263168153?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1323952792263168153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1323952792263168153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1323952792263168153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1323952792263168153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/hellod-its-like-142am-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5040914336423197074</id><published>2007-05-22T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T22:50:34.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellooooo ailens from the pluto :D&lt;br /&gt;hm, yay! tday was great :P&lt;br /&gt;lalala. hm, school totally don't rocks.&lt;br /&gt;only the science center trip rocks more :]&lt;br /&gt;uh, was caught by miss foo.&lt;br /&gt;kay, i was super ugly with all my fringe up alrd.&lt;br /&gt;thn, miss foo still say cannot have side fringe too.&lt;br /&gt;wah, look like kuku like tht! ):&lt;br /&gt;kay, went to the science center.&lt;br /&gt;was the last class to reach tho.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yeh, super funny when we were inside.&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;amp; alicia went first mahs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there were alot of people lah!&lt;br /&gt;like alot of kidssssssssssss, arghs.&lt;br /&gt;thn, me&amp;amp; alicia follow ryan thy all mahs.&lt;br /&gt;thn behind derhs, go wrong place.&lt;br /&gt;me&amp; alicia laughed like fuck!&lt;br /&gt;kay, we went in. and everybody stared at us.&lt;br /&gt;cause me &amp;amp;alicia kept laughing luh.&lt;br /&gt;hm, sat down &amp; the two don't know what talk very weird?&lt;br /&gt;not long later, i heard alex talking.&lt;br /&gt;thn he came in alone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; everybody stared at him.&lt;br /&gt;he looked kinda paiseh too :]&lt;br /&gt;hahah. thn not long later, willy they all came in.&lt;br /&gt;ahah, ivy was practically stamping her feet?&lt;br /&gt;something like that tho xD&lt;br /&gt;kay, thn we had some environment shit thingy.&lt;br /&gt;yep, thn there's this treasure hunt?&lt;br /&gt;me and alicia copied answers luh.&lt;br /&gt;thn, we 2 walk arnd the science center.&lt;br /&gt;like kukus like tht. never see before-.-&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, but it was fun tho :D&lt;br /&gt;heh, when going back that time.&lt;br /&gt;big big big rain! thn everywhere wet wet -.-&lt;br /&gt;so er, anyway. alot of buses &amp; it was very cramped.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, thn. went up the bus &amp;amp; uh, music&amp; sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, when going to reach school.&lt;br /&gt;mr cheong talked about some things.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, attire and results.&lt;br /&gt;plus the thousands of complaints we got from tchers.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tchers not wanting to teach us and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;sat at the staircase area nearest to the foyer.&lt;br /&gt;yeap, continued on the lecture?&lt;br /&gt;ahaha. yah. he said some things about letters and stuffs too.&lt;br /&gt;hah, took cab over to cwp after lecture :]&lt;br /&gt;uh, went down to macs &amp; had our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;yeh, went back home arnd 3plus :D&lt;br /&gt;heh, reached home thn bath.&lt;br /&gt;after bathing, wensheng called me.&lt;br /&gt;chatted for 1hour plus. thn he called somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;thn after that, call me again. chatted for another 1hour plus.&lt;br /&gt;he asked funny questions&amp;amp; i gave funny answer.&lt;br /&gt;we two like planning drama? yep.&lt;br /&gt;kay, as usual. its about love stuffs lah! lol-.-&lt;br /&gt;hm, thn went to walk walk arnd my house?&lt;br /&gt;ahhhaahha. yeh, drank soup.&lt;br /&gt;thn, played comp.&lt;br /&gt;chatted with bestestfriend :)&lt;br /&gt;heh, very nice to chat with him luh.&lt;br /&gt;we two very long never talk like that lers:D&lt;br /&gt;so, er. still chatting now :]&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yayyy! my birthday coming soon. heh:]&lt;br /&gt;birthday partyyyyyyy! yayssss:D&lt;br /&gt;and ohoh, im not exicited. lol -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, i wld want a puzzle completed xD &amp;amp; loads of eeyore toys :D heheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* hints xD *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, im off.&lt;br /&gt;misses &amp; loves. just plenty plenty of them :)&lt;br /&gt;to bestfriend, xiang, sheryl &amp;amp; others xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; i never seems to learn, do i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5040914336423197074?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5040914336423197074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5040914336423197074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5040914336423197074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5040914336423197074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/hellooooo-ailens-from-pluto-d-hm-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-285738623617392488</id><published>2007-05-21T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:21:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ailens:D:D&lt;br /&gt;hm, sat totally rocks.&lt;br /&gt;sunday dont rocks &amp; today rock too! :]&lt;br /&gt;friday i slept at 2am in the morning, thus waking up at 12plus on sat xD&lt;br /&gt;sat wake up&amp;amp; thn watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;thn, arnd 5plus. go my grandma house.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh! my baby cousin is fucking cute la!&lt;br /&gt;i fall in love with him alrd la.&lt;br /&gt;lol, out of my mind please :)&lt;br /&gt;heh:D hm, so comes sunday.&lt;br /&gt;saturday i slept at 4am, thus waking up at 12plus too.&lt;br /&gt;watched tv whole day luh.&lt;br /&gt;slept at arnd 11plus? :)&lt;br /&gt;yep, woke up at arnd 6.15 tday.&lt;br /&gt;dragged myself outta the room.&lt;br /&gt;went to school&amp; for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;whole class nobody-.-&lt;br /&gt;zzz, kay. went down for assembly.&lt;br /&gt;thn normal stuffs.classes were slacked.&lt;br /&gt;pratically not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;just wasting time away luh.&lt;br /&gt;kay, went outta school.&lt;br /&gt;headed over to cwp. { jim }&lt;br /&gt;did some stuffs &amp;amp; met alicia, jesline outside pizza hut :)&lt;br /&gt;heh, went in to eat.&lt;br /&gt;lol, laughed like maddies too! :D&lt;br /&gt;funfunfun'(:&lt;br /&gt;alicia paid for everything; uh. arnd $45 luh.&lt;br /&gt;hm, went over to get some other stuffs at minitoons.&lt;br /&gt;thn, went to neoprint shop.&lt;br /&gt;took neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;so first &amp; second time were all 5 of us { jimja }&lt;br /&gt;yep, 3rd time was me &amp;amp; alicia onlyh.&lt;br /&gt;so yeh, jesline&amp; IM went home.&lt;br /&gt;thn, me and alicia walked walked arnd before taking cab home xD&lt;br /&gt;heh, reached home. bathed &amp;amp; comp-ed :D&lt;br /&gt;hm, my results really suckszxszxszxsz.&lt;br /&gt;kay, i failed 4 &amp; pass 4. crappy shit!&lt;br /&gt;okay, that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;btw, i did some lame shit thingy:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;***The Keys to Your Heart*** &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your ideal relationship is traditional. Without saying anything, both of you communicate with your hearts. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would never break a commitment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are afraid of marriage. In this moment, you think of love as commitment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love only works when both people are totally devoted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart? http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RlGNgQINTxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i7y4fXFqeMo/s1600-h/DSC01650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066986640993242898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RlGNgQINTxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i7y4fXFqeMo/s200/DSC01650.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;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RlGNhAINTyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Fv1i7C2c9QM/s1600-h/DSC01654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066986653878144802" style="FLOAT: left; 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tday was great:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ytd had school as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but, we had 2hours of fucking slack class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;was slacking all the way till recess kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;interesting things happened in our class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking things happened too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right, recess was like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as normal la :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, went back to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;get our stuffs &amp; went down to canteen :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went to the Newater visitor center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, i was excited :X for gawd knows why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahahha:D laughed &amp;amp; joked on the bus with willy&amp; bra! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, reeached there. we jumped arnd. ahha:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went in, watched some stupid stuffs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; we're behaving like small kids-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;awls, fun is just wht we love:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, there was this floor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with the newater underneath. &amp; yeh, there's light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;colourful light tho:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahha, pretty nice:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on the way, eliza; mavis&amp; ivy slept. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; the way eliza slept was super cuteee! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahahha. thn i went to copy answers for the worksheet:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, went back. &amp; fooled arnd again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reached wlds, and was raining /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;luckily, eliza's mum was fetching her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then we { JIMY } took free ride :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heh, reached cwp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;IM went to get some hamster stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn me &amp;amp; Y went over to Macs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got some fries and ate a lil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;headed home after tht[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reached home, bathed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; comp-ed. created audi account :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and downloaded audi into comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause only laptop have luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, went to sleep[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tday wake up. didn't really feel like going to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but yeh, still went /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;had some lame stuffs in the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what CPR stuffs. ahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;halfway thru, we were told to go to prayer hub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;miss foo was there tho. yeh, got back our english paper &amp;amp; lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, some things happened to the lit paper. yeh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kinda lala. but nvm :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, after that. went for recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; thn, went back to class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cheong was late for 2omins? arnd there:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, he showed us our marks for the SA1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kinda -.- yeh, nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3 cheers. there's parents meeting session on next thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zzz, ah. whatever. pray hard[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, after tht. had a lil' science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; yep, class was dismissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well, IME had CCA. YA didnt came school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how interesting/: kay, i met up with jesline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; thn, went over to vista point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;queued for bubble tea for 2omins! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, went up to Viva food court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ate fries again. thn, jesline was meeting calvin luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so, i was still eating&amp; waiting for jesline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;therefore, being a nice girl xD i asked cal to come up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;had a lil' discussion &amp;amp; finally he came up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, sorry cal, but i've to say this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he don't know where's viva food court! xP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahhahha! i laughed until i almost die :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, alicia came over &amp; yeh. JA ps-ed me &amp;amp; cal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, find them. thn, cal find alvin&amp; sheryl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so left me&amp;amp; JA. so, J go find cal. thn, me&amp; A private world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, we went to the Basic Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bought some stuffs:D thn, went to shop&amp;amp;save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bought somemore stuffs. went over to some block downstairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sat down, &amp; played. [ post pictures later ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, jesline came over and find us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;played till arnd 5plus, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went back to viva without jesline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeh, alicia bought some food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after eating, we did some disgusting stuffs to it :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahaha. jason came over at 6plus, almost 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, he eattt. after eating, went back home :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yep, reached home &amp;amp; bathed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after tv, comp-ed awhile &amp; thn tv :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heyyyyyy, audi is lagging my comp! &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't like audi la. thn cannot play also. zzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeh, re-dl againnnnn :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;end of random stuffs[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;emo me is here again/:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;as time passes by, i realised tht i hate being the one without boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;when all my friends have. when all of them find their boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i simply can't tag along right? maddies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so yeh, i've got nothing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp; i simply don't wna go home kayszxszx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it's like super extra &amp;amp; lightbulb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;okay, i don't deny that i know all of their boyfriend la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but very weird la. where got friend tag along at a date want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;zzz, super funny right. kay! i shall not hate that kinda feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cause, studying is gna be my first priority la! &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cause my studying sucks. even my daddy say so):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so yeh, i don't likeeeeee/:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&amp; yay! i wna try not liking anyone for one year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;lol :) cool huh. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;heh, that shall be second priority. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;hm, boyfriend shall be the last thing on my mind kay :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;yepyep, its gna be so coolllll xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alright. im offffff ailens:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;takecare everybody! don't fall sick :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;loveloves &amp; misses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;i shall not reminisce about my past, cause i'm strong :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-390427194663916000?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/390427194663916000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=390427194663916000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/390427194663916000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/390427194663916000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello_18.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8838108667389611541</id><published>2007-05-16T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T22:19:10.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;screw fuck.&lt;br /&gt;alright, ytd was great.&lt;br /&gt;but tday sucks /:&lt;br /&gt;ytd went to wlds checkpoint with them.&lt;br /&gt;obviously, before going over.&lt;br /&gt;i met kian&amp; guanyi.&lt;br /&gt;went over to cwp. 5th floor.&lt;br /&gt;their favourite place, arcade :)&lt;br /&gt;met them. &amp;amp; uh, thy played maximum tune.&lt;br /&gt;yeh, played till arnd 4plus?&lt;br /&gt;yeap, went down to ljs.&lt;br /&gt;met the rest cause some went down to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yep, thy totally buay paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i was super paiseh alrights.&lt;br /&gt;thy were shouting&amp;amp; disturbing each other.&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, thy disturb till very guofen. but it was entertaining enough.&lt;br /&gt;sorry to say, im bad, but really, it was entertaining xD&lt;br /&gt;ahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;so er, went over to wlds centre.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; some interesting things happened.&lt;br /&gt;yep, laughed my ass off luh! :D&lt;br /&gt;went to the pool there.&lt;br /&gt;kian tried to open but cannot!&lt;br /&gt;ahahha! super funny.&lt;br /&gt;thn thy played the arcade there.&lt;br /&gt;after like 4omins?&lt;br /&gt;yep, went down for macs.&lt;br /&gt;thy eat, i didnt:D&lt;br /&gt;thn, eat &amp;amp; disturbssssss came again.&lt;br /&gt;yeh, fucking irritating!&lt;br /&gt;hm, some came and joined us.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, all the disturbs.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha:D the most irritating disturber was kian&amp; cheewei.&lt;br /&gt;master&amp;amp; disciple. lol.&lt;br /&gt;hm, thn went up to book table.&lt;br /&gt;went in arcade agains.&lt;br /&gt;thn awhile later, go in pool.&lt;br /&gt;saw mingxiang&amp; guanyi play first.&lt;br /&gt;thn cheewei&amp;amp; kian.&lt;br /&gt;fuck, it was like two monkeys trying to learn like tht.&lt;br /&gt;wleh, i laugh until stomach pain-.-&lt;br /&gt;ahaha! you can't imagine how funny thy play lorh.&lt;br /&gt;it's like tmd funny! kian hit the ball will jump wants!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; cheewei was like keep saying kian foul ball.&lt;br /&gt;zzz super funny lahhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alrights. thn went back arnd 9plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reached home, ate a lil. &amp;amp; yeh, sleeppp:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tday, went to school as per normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, went through alot of papers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahhh, like almost all. except for lit&amp; english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahha:] i kept seeing tchersssss! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dang, i think like 1o tchers came in whole day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zzz, whtever. school ended at 2.45. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, went down to canteen. decided where to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ended up, went over to mavis's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to play with her hamster&amp;amp; chat:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, went over to ivy's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thy played with the hamsters. okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i swear tht the hamsters were super poor thing kay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahahah:D it's like it kept shivering. awls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;came home at arnd 6.3o. yeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fucking headache + my ear is fucking painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; the wlds primary kids were being irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sucky day huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alright, some things happened too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't ask much&amp;amp; i shall not go into it [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3ooooooooooo cheeeeeerrrs. im gna stay happy no matter wht, cause im strong:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;to be serious, i really hate tht kinda feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;i really really do. it doesn't really matter who made the first move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;as long as i know, it breaks both of our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;sometimes, i wish tht a knife would just stab into my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;thousand of knives. just let me feel the fucking pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;yeh, fucking pain. i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;kill me, yeh me. i hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;imma fucker, asshole, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;i should be send down to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;i fucking hate myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;everybody, get away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;as far as possible. yessss, better if it is world apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;yeh, i fucking hate myself. fuck fuck fuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; the hell and my death is just seconds away; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8838108667389611541?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8838108667389611541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8838108667389611541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8838108667389611541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8838108667389611541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/screw-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2616051151067240028</id><published>2007-05-14T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:21:56.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hi. home econs paper was screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeh, i didnt know how to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; i was dead by 2omins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;obviously, i was writing rubbish on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;there was this passage thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahah, yeh. i wrote crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; yeh, the essay question which worths 1o marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wrote 2 lines-.- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lame shit? yeh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tday totally sucks/:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yah, i went over to bukit batok with ivy; mavis; alicia&amp; jason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tho, the ones that wanted to go over was ivy&amp;amp; mavis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause thy wanted to borrow money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; yeh, i was bored. so i followed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thn, reached there. bought KFC for alan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went up to yanqi's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; fuckers kept calling or msging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeh, went up for less than 1omins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went back to wlds-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reached wlds&amp; headed over to 131.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thy bought hamster stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and me, alicia&amp;amp; jason was fucking bored-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lol, thy have been on this hamster thingy very long alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kayszxszxszxszx. thn went to cwp again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;get some other hamsters things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went home thn. didn't know if i should go out anot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thought abt it very long&amp; finally decided not to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeh, home; im staying here-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i swear upon my life, im gna stay out till night tmr:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause MYE is finally over! &amp; im free(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heh:D seriously, im fucking bored now/:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right, im gna go watch tv or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause my sister needs the comp badly, for her maple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right, im gone. takecare lahhhhhhhhhhhhh everybody :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lovessssss&amp;amp; plenty of misesssss :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;death is just seconds away;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2616051151067240028?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2616051151067240028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2616051151067240028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2616051151067240028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2616051151067240028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-42125925423322210</id><published>2007-05-12T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:31:33.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ytd was great&amp; so was tday:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after school, mavis&amp;amp; ivy went over to chongpang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hamsters again :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then; me, eliza&amp; yanqi went over to vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for bubble tea, yanqi wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then, saw alicia, jesline&amp;amp; the guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yep, slacked arnd there for like 1hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lol, went over alicia's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;she changed&amp; uh, kian the asshole called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yep, went home to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;after changing, went over to kian's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; yeh, after reaching there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he said he was waiting for kelvin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dang, walked to cwp with alicia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reached cwp&amp; kian called again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alicia called jason&amp;amp; jason + reagen came over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then waited for kian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went up&amp; down&amp;amp; up&amp; down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, finally saw all of them at outside arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then me&amp;amp; alicia went walk walk ard :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;walked, then if very bored. go up to arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, there was clan matches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; they were playing &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; basketball games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause, er. shouldnt say anything:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahaha. then after that, the people came &amp;amp; all of them run.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stood outside the arcade for 1omins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yep, then went in carpark&amp; yeh, went down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some lame things happened&amp;amp; they were called childish! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahaha! :D kay, met up outside breadtalk area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then saw grace and some other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, went over to UK FunFair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alicia went back at arnd 8 luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;didn't know want to go back anots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ended up, i stayed with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they went on the 'Vortex' at the funfair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the high high thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yah, alfrey&amp; brandon, guanyi&amp; yilin went first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then, yongzhang&amp;amp; haoren, leon&amp; kian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahah, fucking funny tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, at that few minutes. marcus&amp;amp; me was the richest! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause almost all of them de possesions was with me&amp; marcus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, then haoren&amp;amp; grace went on again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yep, haoren went on twice! he was the bravest that night-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i was fucking tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; then, me, guanyi&amp;amp; jason went over to cwp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jason left for home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; me, guanyi went to 6th floor to sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went down after er, 15mins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;met up with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; er, some things happened-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all of them went to CCK, cause grace was at CCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeh, left me, eden&amp; eric + guanyi&amp;amp; some other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they went over to pool&amp; i went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not sure what happened after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, tday was great at my grandma's house:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went over grandma's house arnd 5plus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reached there&amp;amp; all of them were there alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;watched my cousin play PSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh man, super gross&amp; violent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shouldnt say much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, ate after that:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;super nice! &amp;amp; as usual, alot of fooooddddddddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, then watched tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; those adults talkeddddddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then finally, cake came! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ice cream chocolate cake. loveloves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;too bad, i was fucking full alrd-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, the cake don't taste bad tho :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then played some bingo game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but named " wo shi di yi ming "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kayyszxszx. my cousin won the prize of $8.oo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the game made me kinda zzz. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lol, went home after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reached home&amp;amp; comp-ed! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then, kianhui called me arnd, 1o.45.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chatted awhile &amp; he went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause' he is sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ohoh, now the sick virus is getting around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeh, everyone takecare yeps? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dang, alot of things have happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and obviously, none of my business-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yet, it is including me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;zzz , kay, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hope nothing is gna happen alrd. pray hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, alright. im gna bath alrd. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kayzszxszx. byes. lovessss&amp;amp; plenty misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody must takecare:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;how do I pretend that I'm alright infront of 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/20061759-42125925423322210?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/42125925423322210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=42125925423322210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/42125925423322210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/42125925423322210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/ytd-was-great-so-was-tdayd-after-school.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-4262058423524300000</id><published>2007-05-10T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T14:05:33.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, this idiotic thing took 1o mins to load-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i would say whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i was tgether with mavis&amp; ivy, after yanqi&amp;amp; eliza went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so yeh, bought bubble tea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and we sat at the chair infront of pasta mania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we started talking about some stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;AIDS, sex, humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahah. super random(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;er. we were talking about some things lahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then suddenly to shorts. so yeh, talk talk about shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i say i wear school skirt must wear shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then mavis&amp; ivy say they don't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ivy say the only time she wear shorts is on one pe day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cause she got peroid .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yah, then change topic to peroid-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then talk about that awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then change again. to sanitary pads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ahahha! :] kay, nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then we say to eric them. cause ivy suddenly take out phone and say eric mei you reply wo de msg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yah, then we say eric they all. then talk talk talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ivy suddenly say what, she read the whole chapt 6&amp; 7 of science text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then she was saying, abortion &amp;amp; what sex thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and then mavis&amp; ivy talked about sex thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lol, i was at there listening&amp;amp; laughing luh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but also got add in abit things at times:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahah! then, talk talk talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;laughed like idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lol, and yeh. saw melvin&amp; gangggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, gna go studying later with haoren&amp;amp; yilin  :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i found out something tday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really miss going out &amp; playing arnd with weixiang, siong, vid, sheryl&amp;amp; gladys. plus the rest of them! ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im really gna take one whole day out to go out with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; play arnd(: fucking miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kayyyysszxszxzszzsxszxsz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i suddenly love typing like this lurhszxszxszx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kay, outta point :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alrights. byeeeees. lovesloves. takecare all:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;thats the last thing i'll promise tonight.&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/20061759-4262058423524300000?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/4262058423524300000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=4262058423524300000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4262058423524300000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/4262058423524300000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-this-idiotic-thing-took-1o-mins-to.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-586658405603012973</id><published>2007-05-09T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:05:55.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;3 big cheers for tayweixiang! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hm, fucking mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it sucks. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;was happy at first with ivy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;talked about alot of stuffs(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then she went home. met haoren&amp; yilin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;talk about alot of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;they told me their funny stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; uh, arnd 6plus; i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yanqi told me some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh fuck, angry-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went home after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then on the way home, some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh well, nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aiya. fuck life luhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then now, another thing gna happen SOON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ah, fuck mans/:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hate life! D:&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;arghs, i really dislike this ailen from some planet in the Solar System.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this ailen is getting on my nerves lahs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this stupid ailen thinks that it's gawdamn preety/handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh fuck mans. it got no rights to do that okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and please luh, think you're big fuck uhs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;man, get a life lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay, seriously. i should cool downn luhs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why am i making myself so fucked up cause of an ailen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damn, it's not worth it rightttt? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay. im sick of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;great, oh well. whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this post is lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;byeee. loves bestfriends&amp; humans from pluto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;blackroses&amp;amp; whitewine./ death is just seconds away.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-586658405603012973?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/586658405603012973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=586658405603012973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/586658405603012973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/586658405603012973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-big-cheers-for-tayweixiang-d-hm.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1378276625801333467</id><published>2007-05-08T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:10:46.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hello&lt;span &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;life still sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;except for the fact that&lt;strong&gt; bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt; is back:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;other things are still okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;just that i don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;okay, im talking rubbish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;i seriously don't know what's up with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;well, it's funny. it's weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;i started playing neopets again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;i don't know why-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;dang, im getting weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;i've stayed at home for hours &amp; hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;just stoning or staring at some book or tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&amp;amp; i really don't like it!  &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;oh fuck,  what's wrong with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;okay, i've got 3 more papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;home econs can fuck care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;english lit is a confirm fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&amp; the rest should be okay though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;history paper tday was hell D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;june holidays:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;maybe going overseas. i wna do shopping badly):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;but, go for a lil' while:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;heh, then stay in singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;hmm, i want class chalet too! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;please, i pray hard that there is okay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;and yeh, lots &amp;amp; lots &amp; lots of outing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;to somewhere fun, not just movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&amp;amp; plainly arcade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;some girls' day out! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;okay, im getting exicited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;hah, i cant wait for holidays! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;oh yeh! i wna go ice skating again! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;and yeh, i wna learn how to play pool-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;okay, this is getting random. bye humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;i miss aliens. i love spaceships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;i hate assholes :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;that's the last show for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1378276625801333467?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1378276625801333467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1378276625801333467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1378276625801333467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1378276625801333467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8407517839925035533</id><published>2007-05-06T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T17:26:47.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rj2dWPh_5YI/AAAAAAAAADU/P_8gmjSquYA/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061374561686119810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rj2dWPh_5YI/AAAAAAAAADU/P_8gmjSquYA/s200/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll start my life all over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'll do it. I'll start my life all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's my life. I'm gna live it my way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gna let anyone take over my life.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I can't wait for exams to be over! :D&lt;br /&gt;14th may is my last paper.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, 15th may is holiday :)&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Alrights. I'm lazy to blog alrd.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee(: Misses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bestfriend: I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have said that kinda things. Really sorry. Bestfriends still? ): * I don't even know if you would read this * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8407517839925035533?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8407517839925035533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8407517839925035533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8407517839925035533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8407517839925035533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-ill-start-my-life-all-over-again.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Rj2dWPh_5YI/AAAAAAAAADU/P_8gmjSquYA/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5364562182362754847</id><published>2007-05-05T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T22:22:52.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I realised how much I've been giving it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To everyone, but never really once for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe that's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never really try to learn how to do something for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's always for humans around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe, I'll never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And someday, advantage taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really hate myself, my character, my everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I ask myself why am I living for the humans around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And not for myself. Damn, I really do hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hell, I'm not worth anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I make the world damn irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I sucks to the core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never seems to please anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything I do is wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck, I really wna die, just a knife would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really hate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bestfriend gone ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks to me, myself &amp;amp; I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder who's gna be the next one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Great, all go away. Leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What in the world am I living?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck, I really really really x 123456789 hate myself ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay, I seriously ain't gaining some pathetic sympathy away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn, I don't need them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5364562182362754847?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5364562182362754847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5364562182362754847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5364562182362754847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5364562182362754847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-realised-how-much-ive-been-giving-it.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1382811190715228088</id><published>2007-05-02T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:16:57.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. I'm in a mood to type liiKeE tHiiShz nEhhzxz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Seriously. I still can't get through their mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Man, grow up please. Get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We { JIMY } don't like to 'diao' , stare or whatsoever alrights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We ourselves don't like it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So yeh, please. Just don't anyhow shoot your mouth off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fine with me if you say it's your own mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But hey, think before you talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe; probably. You're jealous that we've guys ard us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seriously, we ain't proud that they're arnd us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe if you would try to flirt a little arnd them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Or maybe wear a little less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn, seriously. You girls have got no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know what we did to make you all feel like we're some bloody bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe it's just like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You girls never seems to get enough of attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe you need more? Well, get a life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Find something better to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Grow up please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. Enough of this bloody shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just dislike the way girls look at us as though we're some bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn those huamns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright. I love my boyfriend:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hm, bestfriendsssss are just loveeees!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Buddy too(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Girlfriend = thriple loves(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Xiang is still as lame as ever-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alright. Gone- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Misses to David, Xiang, Siong(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1382811190715228088?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1382811190715228088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1382811190715228088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1382811190715228088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1382811190715228088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-2342520718263358434</id><published>2007-05-01T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:21:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had the urge to blog about some things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If someone wasn't preety; cute; or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;She won't be, no matter how much she tries to be, right?&lt;br /&gt;So yeh, why don't we get a life?&lt;br /&gt;And don't say that.&lt;br /&gt;"WhYiiE shE sho0O aCtT cUtEezx nEhszxZx?"&lt;br /&gt;Damn, get a life man.&lt;br /&gt;First I think that you're trying to gain some pathetic attention.&lt;br /&gt;Second, you've got no life so yeh, get one.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, if someone is meant to be cute.&lt;br /&gt;She is, so yeh. Don't be jealous and say that she act cute.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yeh. I can't stand guys who act cute.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck mans. They're darn pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;And guys who tYpEeE LiiKeE ThiiSh NehHzxxzxz.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, it's super disgusting and uh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, stop this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;It's making me lose my control.&lt;br /&gt;I miss boyfriend, I miss boyfriend, I miss boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;He waited at cwp for them so long luh.&lt;br /&gt;Then they all still at Jurong Point now-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going off now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye, takecare all.&lt;br /&gt;Loveeeees &amp;amp; misses :)&lt;br /&gt;I love my boyfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;I love my bestfriends + Buddy too :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-2342520718263358434?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/2342520718263358434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=2342520718263358434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2342520718263358434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/2342520718263358434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-i-had-urge-to-blog-about-some.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1040250526389178191</id><published>2007-04-28T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:24:03.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RjOCTPh_5XI/AAAAAAAAADM/iwQifLAx5Zc/s1600-h/[=.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058530073565455730" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And to pretend was the last thing on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm kinda lazy to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;KianHui and guys came back from Mount K. safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just can't seems to get things right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fuck, I don't like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really don't like it /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish I could just take a knife and stab myself to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, just fuck life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everything is going so wrongly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love, friends, studies, family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fuck. I don't like it /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get a life, Jianing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop thinking about all these bloody shits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Concentrate on studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need a life /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm fucking tired, but I just don't wna sleep yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Till I reply his msg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been on this since 11.31.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And this is all I can get for this long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh fuck. I'm gna let my blog die soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's gna go on some hiatus, then dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fuck life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1040250526389178191?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1040250526389178191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1040250526389178191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1040250526389178191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1040250526389178191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/04/y-and-to-pretend-was-last-thing-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/RjOCTPh_5XI/AAAAAAAAADM/iwQifLAx5Zc/s72-c/%5B%3D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-921254346762578534</id><published>2007-04-25T19:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T19:48:39.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88Lvh_5OI/AAAAAAAAACE/WCmyKyWSeo8/s1600-h/stall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057327078995649762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="129" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88Lvh_5OI/AAAAAAAAACE/WCmyKyWSeo8/s200/stall.JPG" width="172" 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;bestfriend &amp; stall's banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88Lvh_5PI/AAAAAAAAACM/vA9iloW72qA/s1600-h/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057327078995649778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88Lvh_5PI/AAAAAAAAACM/vA9iloW72qA/s200/DSC00006.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;ferris wheel. tsk, i wna ride! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88Lvh_5QI/AAAAAAAAACU/uoSqtyhQOTU/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057327078995649794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88Lvh_5QI/AAAAAAAAACU/uoSqtyhQOTU/s200/DSC00009.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;cable car(: loveloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88L_h_5RI/AAAAAAAAACc/LBrONnWVN9o/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057327083290617106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88L_h_5RI/AAAAAAAAACc/LBrONnWVN9o/s200/DSC00011.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;vivo city from cable car's view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88L_h_5SI/AAAAAAAAACk/rvtU2qNyxEw/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057327083290617122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88L_h_5SI/AAAAAAAAACk/rvtU2qNyxEw/s200/DSC00017.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;star cruiseeeeeeeeeeeee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri854Ph_5JI/AAAAAAAAABc/Iu7dMURypfw/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057324544964945042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri854Ph_5JI/AAAAAAAAABc/Iu7dMURypfw/s200/DSC00032.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;the fun we had'(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057324544964945058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri854Ph_5KI/AAAAAAAAABk/elwbOoAA1J0/s200/lol2.JPG" border="0" /&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;poor leaf :X at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri854fh_5LI/AAAAAAAAABs/i0dnR8krHFs/s1600-h/Love+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057324549259912370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri854fh_5LI/AAAAAAAAABs/i0dnR8krHFs/s200/Love+2.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;ziliannnn! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri854fh_5MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hltBN1RM0v0/s1600-h/loves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057324549259912386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri854fh_5MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hltBN1RM0v0/s200/loves.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;my beautiful artwork, tgether with eliza, jesline, alicia&amp; willy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri854vh_5NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0189IMHj1is/s1600-h/oac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057324553554879698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri854vh_5NI/AAAAAAAAAB8/0189IMHj1is/s200/oac.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;oac is loves [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri831fh_5EI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YkxEXIHeuag/s1600-h/D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057322298697049154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri831fh_5EI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YkxEXIHeuag/s200/D.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;some random cute small guy ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri831fh_5FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mLajqh6jvYU/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057322298697049170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri831fh_5FI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mLajqh6jvYU/s200/DSC00001.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;alex ong's &amp; eliza's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri831fh_5GI/AAAAAAAAABE/BOq92j_xHB8/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057322298697049186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri831fh_5GI/AAAAAAAAABE/BOq92j_xHB8/s200/DSC00014.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;one of my class's banners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri831_h_5II/AAAAAAAAABU/gxb7nLVc2yc/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057322307286983810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri831_h_5II/AAAAAAAAABU/gxb7nLVc2yc/s200/DSC00064.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;old school ]: misses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-921254346762578534?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/921254346762578534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=921254346762578534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/921254346762578534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/921254346762578534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/04/bestfriend-stalls-banner.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_LgmMwnA7eK0/Ri88Lvh_5OI/AAAAAAAAACE/WCmyKyWSeo8/s72-c/stall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-846304026754390731</id><published>2007-04-22T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:57:20.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ytd was kinda tiring for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Went out whole day-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I woke up at 9.11am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For god knows what reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 days never see my boyfriend at all ]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ytd was first month, and i was out with parents-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cool, i slept super early ytd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn tired, uh. I slept at 11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* roll my eyes *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss my boyfriend ]: ]: ]: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hm, im super bored now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friday was kinda okayh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yep, at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Those humans came over &amp; talk to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Played with us :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Should I say, they were in good mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hah, Kianhui was damn bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He bullied me till i was like almost crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nevermind. As long as it's the fun that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Heh:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mid year are up next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; im gna do better than CT1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope though :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even when you're gone; memories are the only thing that stays with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; I do hope; that you're not gna take those memories away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, I really hope that those memories stays with me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;maybe&lt;/strong&gt;, just one day. History repeats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If history is gna repeat, I'll make sure I won't do the same mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll pray hard enough, just to make sure that I'll love you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please, I pray hard. One day, history will repeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Even if it was for one hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll cherish it. For one hour; it will prove everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know that I shouldn't hold back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know that I shouldn't think back, but baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It just keep coming back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe, one day. Time will prove that you are no longer meant for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just keep wondering, do you still love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I find it rather hard to convince myself that you're no longer here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why. You're the first &amp; the last to make me feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, just give me a reason to give it all up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'll just give it up. Maybe if you said you love elseone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would probably, just give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll smile &amp; wish you happy with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But hey, why are you giving me hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; how hard I've been trying to pretend that you no longer exist in my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, did I make a mistake? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause' I think I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I pretend to smile at you. I pretend that I no longer bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But deep down, I'm crying when I see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I still care like how I used to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Random feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love my preetyh preetyh lover boy &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-846304026754390731?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/846304026754390731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=846304026754390731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/846304026754390731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/846304026754390731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/04/ytd-was-kinda-tiring-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-1364828454993947397</id><published>2007-04-20T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T21:57:45.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello'&lt;br /&gt;Im feeling super random :/&lt;br /&gt;No mood totally.&lt;br /&gt;Anything, everything.&lt;br /&gt;Weird humans are out in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people with no brains.&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate humans.&lt;br /&gt;Irresponsible humans.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating humans.&lt;br /&gt;Shoot them down with a gun&amp; let them perish in hell.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly wish that the world was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine i'm the one&amp;amp; only human on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Great, cool, nice.&lt;br /&gt;Humans pretend to be nice. For?&lt;br /&gt;Just to gain some pathetic sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Simple enough. I want to die.&lt;br /&gt;Humans with funny mindset.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Strange enough, they're living.&lt;br /&gt;For gawd knows what reason.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you was dead.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have one less person to irritate me.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, you're getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that i never existed.&lt;br /&gt;So as not to feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Why am i feeling this way?&lt;br /&gt;Strange person i am.&lt;br /&gt;Why do i --------------------------- humans?&lt;br /&gt;Damn, why?&lt;br /&gt;I was never like this before.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just too much humans doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I didnt.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, i won't feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;Great, i shouldn't regret.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, why am i regretting.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, im off.&lt;br /&gt;This is just some random blogging.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about anyone or anything.&lt;br /&gt;I just type whatever that comes to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bestfriendsssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my girlfriendsssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my ex school matesssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my preetyh preetyh boy lover ]:&lt;br /&gt;I miss ____________ importantly.&lt;br /&gt;Im off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : Tomorrow is an important day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-1364828454993947397?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/1364828454993947397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=1364828454993947397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1364828454993947397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/1364828454993947397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-im-feeling-super-random-no-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-8230747411883289481</id><published>2007-04-17T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:39:18.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl, don't you think that you need to stop being an attention seeker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know that sometimes, I wonder why are you living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're nothing, but plainly disaster in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ask myself why, why am I giving in to all your nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And today, I finally know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's because I love you. And I don't want you to be lead astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I realised that you don't seems to bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's not that I don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I don't have to show it 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe it's just that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But girl, your pride is getting a lil' too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too much till it's gna hurt someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lower or get your pride away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't need that much attention as what you think you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lover &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel more pain everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish I could lock myself up;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and never face the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Never pick up a call;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never had to have someone calling my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish that the knife would just slash down my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And; never let me live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just so that I wldn't feel the pain ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im sorry, but I keep doing it over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just to know that I can feel the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really don't wish to, but who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Probably; nobody really care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm losing control of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The feeling is taking over myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can no longer feel the old &amp; real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm just getting so outta control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lover, let me go; will you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-8230747411883289481?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/8230747411883289481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=8230747411883289481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8230747411883289481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/8230747411883289481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/04/girl-dont-you-think-that-you-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20061759.post-5319454605836949777</id><published>2007-04-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:11:03.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helllooo! :D&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about Science tday :X&lt;br /&gt;Well, Science chapter about the Atoms &amp; stuffs is really cool(:&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, super interesting! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Hm, some facts about Atoms.&lt;br /&gt;If you could hold some nucleus ( even some tiny dust of it ) on your finger,&lt;br /&gt;it would weigh up to 25 elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; one soccer ball ( nucleus ) in soccer field at my school,&lt;br /&gt;the NEAREST electron would be at Cwp.&lt;br /&gt;Atoms are extremely small.&lt;br /&gt;To cover a full stop, about 10 to the power of 16 atoms would be needed.&lt;br /&gt;And many more stuffs about Atoms[:&lt;br /&gt;Like super cool luh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, some random blogging now ;D&lt;br /&gt;Hm, school is great[:&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving school more :D:D&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh, during Literature.&lt;br /&gt;Ivy, Eliza&amp; me went down to get books.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then sadly, Marcus &amp; guys were there.&lt;br /&gt;That stupid Marcus come &amp;amp; disturb.&lt;br /&gt;Then take the books outta the locker &amp; lala stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class&amp;amp; tcher told us we got the wrong book.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get the other book, but tcher said no.&lt;br /&gt;Cos we went down for 1o mins-.-&lt;br /&gt;Lol, lame tcher.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then had AP/FT.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Cheong wasn't here. 3 cheers.&lt;br /&gt;The class was totally, mad.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, especially Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;She was totally wet by the time we end school.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, kinda fun tday(:&lt;br /&gt;Went over to cwp. Cabbed over to cwp.&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Horizon&amp; eat.&lt;br /&gt;Talked about some stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, lala-ed arnd.&lt;br /&gt;Went over to civic &amp;amp; find my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Went home then.&lt;br /&gt;Comp-ed, studied &amp; tv. Yeh; life's boring.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures later(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20061759-5319454605836949777?l=denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/feeds/5319454605836949777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20061759&amp;postID=5319454605836949777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5319454605836949777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20061759/posts/default/5319454605836949777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denialthrough-lies.blogspot.com/2007/04/helllooo-d-i-shall-blog-about-science.html' title=''/><author><name>story of my life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11111781129816095582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
