<?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-18735612</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:00:35.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets hidden; words unspoken.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735612.post-116842209682891377</id><published>2007-01-10T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T01:43:47.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.poselifeisafashionshow.blogspot.com"&gt;www.poselifeisafashionshow.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt; new blog (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116842209682891377?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116842209682891377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116842209682891377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116842209682891377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116842209682891377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2007/01/www.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116672647196760258</id><published>2006-12-22T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:41:11.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Uncovered lies, surfaced throughout,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will make you change your mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Grandpa (: I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I bought 10 comics already. 4 more to 200! My actual target's 1000 though. Hahaha. I need to buy a shelf soon la. There's almost no more space left. I didn't see Nico today. ): Went to play with him yesterday though. I was watching tv halfway and suddenly he tried to crawl up the sofa and sat on my lap. HAHAHA. I was damn moved because usually he doesnt want people to sit with him :D. One step closer to Nico! So, I didn't do any shopping today. No fun. I can't wait till my dad's out of town. &amp; that would be saturday. This happy saturday (: Shop till crazyxzxz yo! (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tag replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen : You're back from where?! I don't even know. It's f-a-k-e like d-u-h. You can try typing Edison Chen on friendster and see how many accounts come out. Conglomerate is kind of rich and powerful person? I thought you said you don't miss me on friendster. Haha miss you too!&lt;br /&gt;Yinghui : Hello miss I-like-to-self-entertain. OMG Edison Chen bungee-jumped?!?!?! SHIT. I didn't knowwwwwwww. CUTE?! Did they interview him or anything? Was his girlfriend there? Haha no la. Deliver to the singapore house. But I just found out that home delivery has ended. HAHA. I'm gonna die if I don't find another way.&lt;br /&gt;Serena : Of course he's cute. He's my darling + precious + sugar + honey + babycakes + love! But they didn't allow me to bring him home. Haha. I'm going back on January. My parents wanna go Bali, AGAIN. Spending new year's eve there :/ Nevermind, I'll do somemore surfergirl-shopping. Haha. Okay my tag replies are much longer than my actual post. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116672647196760258?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116672647196760258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116672647196760258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116672647196760258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116672647196760258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/12/uncovered-lies-surfaced-throughout.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116629222125596218</id><published>2006-12-17T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T10:08:09.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Proclaiming love like it's a joke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in desperate need of 14 comics to make my collection turn 200 (: Ahh, I just love indo comics. Oh, my father went to papa&amp;mama bakery shop today again. Then I was complaining to my mom how come my eyecandy didn't appear. Cuz he's the son of the bakery. Suddenly, this guy got off from a car that was beside us. Didn't notice him but only his shirt which was like, Las Vegas. Hahahaha. Then, I went, eh he's quite cute right? &amp;amp; my mom said yeah. The first time okay. I always ask for her opinion and she's always like, eww not cute. Hahahaha. So, he went in and took a few pieces of bread and got out of the shop and put them in the car. Then the car drove off. After that, he got in the house. Which is like level 2 of the bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this conversation started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mom : Eh, he didnt pay yknow? He took some bread and gave them to his friends. &amp;amp; he just went in the house. The son of the shop is it. Your eyecandy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me: OMG no he's not, he looks younger. But hotter than my eyecandy right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mom : *starts nodding*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me : HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shall be my new #1 eyecandy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116629222125596218?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116629222125596218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116629222125596218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116629222125596218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116629222125596218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/12/proclaiming-love-like-its-joke-im-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116620336278664847</id><published>2006-12-16T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T10:14:53.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Need no one to comply with me though everyone that I defeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't need you, fuck camaraderie, this rage will never go away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;If only you could disappear from my life, I would rejoice like there's no tomorrow. Why do you always have to ruin our life? Till the extent I have to run out of the house and call for a security guard. But noone was there. No matter how many times we called for help, noone helped us. Her whole body's bruised, are you happy now?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116620336278664847?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116620336278664847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116620336278664847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116620336278664847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116620336278664847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/12/need-no-one-to-comply-with-me-though.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116603682456286368</id><published>2006-12-14T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T09:16:54.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sorrow swallows my screams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I went to see Nico after mani&amp;pedi @ the salon. I swear he is freaking adorable. He likes to take pictures la. He kept taking my phone and started saying cheese, cheese. I was like, you wanna take pictures? Then he said cheese and grinned. HAHA. He only understands english and he has this accent la. I love him! So, my toenails weren't dry yet then and the nail polish got kinda ruined :/. The girl painted christmas tree and snowflakes on my toenails! Hahah damn cute la. If only Nico is my younger brother, I'll hug him everyday and give him everything he wants. Hahaha :D. Do we look alike do we look alike? Haha. Okay, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/1600/283029/;LOVE(485).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/320/644394/%3BLOVE%28485%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/1600/693706/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/320/839685/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/1600/340581/;LOVE(496).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/320/172203/%3BLOVE%28496%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116603682456286368?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116603682456286368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116603682456286368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116603682456286368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116603682456286368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorrow-swallows-my-screams-haha-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116595814114164478</id><published>2006-12-13T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T09:29:46.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The rarely tired lights will take me to new heights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the whole day with kids. Like babysitter but yeah, I enjoyed it. Hahaha I love Nico &lt;33. href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/1600/668265/;LOVE(429).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/320/41539/%3BLOVE%28429%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/1600/623954/;LOVE(456).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/320/428428/%3BLOVE%28456%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/1600/876468/;LOVE(457).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/320/783981/%3BLOVE%28457%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/1600/608474/;LOVE(439).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/320/643095/%3BLOVE%28439%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/1600/383370/;LOVE(461).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6571/1840/320/648593/%3BLOVE%28461%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116595814114164478?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116595814114164478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116595814114164478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116595814114164478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116595814114164478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/12/rarely-tired-lights-will-take-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116591057158072765</id><published>2006-12-12T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:02:51.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Casino Royale a few days ago with Chris, Jonas &amp; Jason! Loves it. But why should the girl die ): If only she didn't die then it'd be happy ending + money$$. Hhahah okay I'm talking crap. But when bond did the cpr on her it was damn funny cuz her boobs kept bouncing?! Cuz he was pressing on it la. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna see Nico in a few minutes timeeee :D. Nico is my cutest cousin ever omgomgomgomgzzzzzzz. He just came back from Ohio or Oklahoma, I forgot. With his mom. He's around 2 or 3 years old la. His mom hasn't came back to indo since 1999. So it's like everyone's celebrating it. He's super cute okay &gt;:D His hair is spiky at the front and he has this long tail at the back. Hahaha omg I can't stand his cuteness. I'll try to take &amp; post a picture of him! Hhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye fellow blog readers. I miss Insanityyyyy &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116591057158072765?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116591057158072765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116591057158072765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116591057158072765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116591057158072765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-oasis-here-to-see-sand-is-singing.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116404740050108659</id><published>2006-11-21T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T10:44:32.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We carved our names in the proverbial wall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from Bali (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, I think it's stupid to stay there for 2 days only.&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay there for like a month!&lt;br /&gt;The beaches are great and the surfers are awesome (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I miss the huge surfer girl store.&lt;br /&gt;It's like two levels and it's humongous.&lt;br /&gt;Largest surfer girl shop in the world I think.&lt;br /&gt;Got my school bag already. Black &amp;amp; gold rusty :D&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a guy's bag. But yeah. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Mom asked me to buy that instead of the purple one I wanted ):&lt;br /&gt;I have tattoo on my hip now :D. But, temporary la. Aiyerr, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Snapshots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/%3BLOVE%28341%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/%3BLOVE%28342%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/%3BLOVE%28346%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/%3BLOVE%28356%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/%3BLOVE%28360%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/%3BLOVE%28371%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/untitled3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/1600/;LOVE(373).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/%3BLOVE%28373%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116404740050108659?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116404740050108659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116404740050108659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116404740050108659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116404740050108659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-carved-our-names-in-proverbial-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116352402893588365</id><published>2006-11-14T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T09:56:37.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I love this twisted little mess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Hotel Mulia with the neighbours. I got to see all brands of bags man. From hermes to lv to dior &amp; chanel. HAHA. But they like to give THE look. Yknow, the evil tai tai look. Although some of them are friendly &amp;amp; nice :D. This aunty who was sitting in front of me was wearing a 5 carat ring laaa. I was practically staring at her ring all of the time. HAHA. So huge okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I saw Sebastian gunawan. Yeah, that hot evening gown fashion designer :D. He was having his fashion show at the hotel. I couldn't stop staring cuz he was damn cute :/ HAHA. But too bad ah, he's married to cristina panarese already. I'm actually making this sound like I'm eligible while I'm not. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116352402893588365?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116352402893588365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116352402893588365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116352402893588365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116352402893588365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-this-twisted-little-mess-had.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116344287000377007</id><published>2006-11-14T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:34:30.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A scream or a cry, the truth or a lie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping yesterday! I got 4 tops and a skirt altogether. Oh and a dress. Hahahah, I love my mommy. Going bali on the 18th. More shopping!!! &amp; I'm gonna meet my second brother. Omg, damn exciting. I miss him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fringe looks better now cuz it ain't that long anymore. Heh. I slept at 3am yesterday but I woke up at 10 tday cuz I kept thinking about which class I'm gonna be posted to. Can you actually believe it. Sofia putri woke up at 10am. HAHAHA. So eventually, I got in 3D. Same as sweetheart, twin, cutie pie, gossip girl, and miss eng! I'm happy enough. But Insanity's not together anymore ): serena's going 3C and jen's going 3A. Nevermind, we'll still have recess together on the red carpet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention, on the day when I was gonna come back indo, I was using the comp in the waiting room at the airport. While I was typing, everyone was looking at me la. I got scared okay. I didn't know what happened. Suddenly this guy came up to me and said. You type so fast. HAHAHA. I was like, huh? thanks. I didn't even know him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed the book tuesdays with Morrie in 2 days time. Heh. It's so moving that I kept tearing. Hahahahah. Okay this post is long enough. Goodnight &amp;amp; goodbye people (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're at the edge of the cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jump down, or surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116344287000377007?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116344287000377007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116344287000377007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116344287000377007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116344287000377007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/11/scream-or-cry-truth-or-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116257724339346974</id><published>2006-11-04T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T10:07:23.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg, my mom &amp;amp; my aunt calls mouse xiao peng you. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116257724339346974?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116257724339346974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116257724339346974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116257724339346974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116257724339346974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-my-mom-my-aunt-calls-mouse-xiao.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116257304104796797</id><published>2006-11-04T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T08:57:21.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I guess I'll just keep you in my heart - The best memory I ever had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY JEN TIANSHI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you wont read this but yeah. Thanks for all the times you've been there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always cheering me up when I'm down. Thanks for being so dumb + lame sometimes. HAHA. &lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped out Mrs Ong in the kitchen tday morning.&lt;br /&gt;The sec ones were so cute &amp; chatty. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; this girl actually asked for my number. -.-&lt;br /&gt;After that, had dance. It was, whoa. Ryan's choreography is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;But he's going Vegas for a show ): How cool can he get.&lt;br /&gt;A relief will be coming I guess. Hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towned after dance with Stacy &amp; mom.&lt;br /&gt;Then mom left cuz she had to send uncle to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch step up but the earliest show was 1145 ):&lt;br /&gt;Stacy is high today &amp; she likes to disturb people. Grr. Stupid girl! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;She pulled me to go to her house. Then I had to cab home cuz it was 10 something.&lt;br /&gt;Hhaha but on the way to her house we kept laughing in the bus and everyone stared.&lt;br /&gt;See, whose fault! But we talked a lot today. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post is long enough already. Ta blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116257304104796797?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116257304104796797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116257304104796797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116257304104796797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116257304104796797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-ill-just-keep-you-in-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116246318940151299</id><published>2006-11-02T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:26:29.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello putri (:&lt;br /&gt;show me the money is nice &amp; it's stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. &amp;amp; i have a good memory!&lt;br /&gt;okay i'll be back to invade your blog!&lt;br /&gt;tata :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116246318940151299?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116246318940151299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116246318940151299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-putri-show-me-money-is-nice-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18735612.post-116246124818525760</id><published>2006-11-02T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T01:54:08.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you love me then, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me then, fuck you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON NG IS SMART. HAPPY OR NOT? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;My mom, aunt &amp; uncle are sleeping now laaa.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my uncle just lost some blood through, eh, some transfusion thing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the lights are off so I'm touch typing cuz my keyboard is black.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at touchtype laaa. &amp; its spoiling my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they wake up, we're off to vivo.&lt;br /&gt;HURRY WAKE UP ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven, I need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is a test.&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/18735612-116246124818525760?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116246124818525760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116246124818525760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116246124818525760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116246124818525760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-love-me-then-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116240830197800420</id><published>2006-11-02T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T12:26:00.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wanted you to love me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Home is such a great place (:&lt;br /&gt;But I kinda miss Sara now. Th pomeranian in my aunt's house :D. But she's having menses. Then drip all over the place. After that, best, she'll go lick her blood. HAHAHA so gross la. But she'll wait for me to wake up everytime when I'm asleep. She'll lie down on th floor and wait till I wake up okay. &amp;amp; when my aunt told her that I'll be leaving tday, she started to get on top of me and lick my neck. HAHA. she wanted to lick my face but I covered it. Hurr. So sweet la she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dance in the afternoon, tough la. tough.&lt;br /&gt;But it was uber fun. Stretched till like rubber band. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful my muscles didn't tare. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's tattoo is damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have my attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like youve had all the while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;since that first day when you made my heart smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with loving eyes and tired sighs that follow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have my attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a shout through an empty sanctuary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;peak but a whisper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ill hear a sermon&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;I'm holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116240830197800420?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116240830197800420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116240830197800420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116240830197800420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116240830197800420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wanted-you-to-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116184786907422029</id><published>2006-10-26T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:31:09.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I can't go forward if my heart's still where I'm coming from&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are going back indo tday. I'm staying here cuz I have dance. But only going for the first week. Staying in a relative's house so I won't be able to go online )':&lt;br /&gt;So, last day of school, received report card. &amp; My results suck. Only one pathetic A. Grr. Will mug hard next year. I will :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4-5 seniors, I'll miss y'all ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116184786907422029?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116184786907422029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116184786907422029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116184786907422029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116184786907422029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-go-forward-if-my-hearts-still.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116155011620076911</id><published>2006-10-23T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:52:34.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How this world turns cold and breaks through my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was great. Th view was magnificent cuz it was at 47th floor :D&lt;br /&gt;Chris &amp; Janice were damn funny la. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;We can't stop laughing throughout th dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my mom's birthday &amp;amp; my dad didn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;Th best part is - after he knew, he only asked,&lt;br /&gt;Today's your birthday ah? &amp; that was it.&lt;br /&gt;No wishes or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway who cares about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I found this picture while browsing through this computer.&lt;br /&gt;She loves our house so much that she took a picture with it wearing a gown la. Aww. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you mom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/1600/SANY0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/SANY0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116155011620076911?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116155011620076911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116155011620076911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116155011620076911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116155011620076911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-this-world-turns-cold-and-breaks.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116144805910755821</id><published>2006-10-21T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:27:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Drop a heart, break a name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5pm tday. Call me lazy la, whatever (:&lt;br /&gt;Went out to eat &amp; then to my aunt's house.&lt;br /&gt;Played xbox with my cousins. Stupid Aeonflux game, I kept dying.&lt;br /&gt;Came home &amp; yeah. All 3 maids are back at their hometown.&lt;br /&gt;So my mom bought all those styrofoam plates cups and utentils cuz she don't wanna do housework. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Going up now to charge my phone cuz it died on me &gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;Shopping tmrrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116144805910755821?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116144805910755821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116144805910755821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116144805910755821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116144805910755821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/drop-heart-break-name-shopping-tmrrow.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116137204840694571</id><published>2006-10-21T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T12:28:06.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through with all the tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight was alright. My Ipod died on me so I slept for the whole journey. HAHA. I'm sleepy again now. &amp; my mom's rushing me t sleep. Goodnight (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; indo food sucks cuz they're spicy &gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stop it, now I'm falling for you instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116137204840694571?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116137204840694571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116137204840694571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116137204840694571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116137204840694571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/through-with-all-tearsstop-it-now-im.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116125091193614716</id><published>2006-10-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T02:41:51.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I gave and gave the best of me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But couldn't give you what you need.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my results suck.&lt;br /&gt;46 for geog, 50 for science, 64 for lit ):&lt;br /&gt;Hahah but who cares la, it's over anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take combination 3. Bio chem!&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like the combination that's the most sought after :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back indo tmrrow. Should I be ): or (: ?&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't feel any emotions&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait t sleep in th plane. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp; forget everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I fucking miss you.&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/18735612-116125091193614716?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116125091193614716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116125091193614716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116125091193614716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116125091193614716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-gave-and-gave-best-of-me-but-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116119099564769927</id><published>2006-10-18T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:12:58.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is the part where I love you too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo-ed tday. Shixuan's damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Yinghui bought newpaper cuz they wanted to see the classified part.&lt;br /&gt;Called almost the whole page but none wanted to hire them. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know shixuan's sad but yeah, I still find it funny (:&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed to Yinghui's house after that.&lt;br /&gt;Watched powerpuff, mtv, hbo &amp; crap.&lt;br /&gt;Her osim isqueez is fucking ticklish laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed till I teared. Hahah, went out t eat after that.&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went home. By then it was uber dark.&lt;br /&gt;The way home was scary ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this how the book ends, nothing but good friends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was a way of saying, i love you, when i look deep in your eyes &amp;amp; smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; you &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116119099564769927?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116119099564769927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116119099564769927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116119099564769927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116119099564769927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-is-part-where-i-love-you-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116110253750763777</id><published>2006-10-18T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:49:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said this before &amp;amp; I'll say it again,&lt;br /&gt;in the long queue, I'll wait forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling like fuck.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116110253750763777?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116110253750763777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116110253750763777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116110253750763777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116110253750763777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-said-this-before-ill-say-it-again-in.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116107361212113953</id><published>2006-10-17T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:38:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I thought I could quit you but I still miss your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just called my house &amp; asked,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the company Lexus?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! Someone actually thinks my house is the Lexus company. Serena's finally online after 2403809674095 years not coming online :D. Okay it's 4:08 and I've got nothing better to do than to surf the net. I am very bored &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's cat is friggin cute. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/1600/;LOVE(089).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/%3BLOVE%28089%29.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://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/1600/;LOVE(092).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6571/1840/320/%3BLOVE%28092%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116107361212113953?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116107361212113953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116107361212113953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116107361212113953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116107361212113953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-thought-i-could-quit-you-but-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116101074724247933</id><published>2006-10-17T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:09:40.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Take one step closer, I'll take two steps away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back our maths &amp; cheena papers today.&lt;br /&gt;My maths suckass, 55.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; my chinese, 64. Quite alright, but my target was 70 for both ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should I take Amath or POA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home &amp;amp; sleep till 8. I feel damn refreshed now.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should sleep again, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;SharNgLameShit is funny :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the emphasis on the evidence. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;if you botak it i'll be heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the emphasis on the evidence. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i wont be botak la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the emphasis on the evidence. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL GO SEE HOW YOU LOOK LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll put the emphasis on the evidence. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and laugh at you. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;cause the last time, my hair almost went botak was in pri 4 or 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the emphasis on the evidence. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG! HOW COME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;i was complaining to my mama that the weather damnit warm and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;and she got fed up with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the emphasis on the evidence. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;so she ask the hairdresser to cut it as shost as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;SHUT UP PUTRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;ITS NOT FUNNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the emphasis on the evidence. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHA OMG ITS HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll put the emphasis on the evidence. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I BLOG AH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put the emphasis on the evidence. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;you good huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;get entertainment from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see her botak la. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's 2:01 &amp; I can't fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought I'd forget you, but I guess I forgot to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 months &amp;amp; I have yet to get over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;knight&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/18735612-116101074724247933?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116101074724247933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116101074724247933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116101074724247933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116101074724247933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/take-one-step-closer-ill-take-two.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116093186008467155</id><published>2006-10-16T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T10:25:49.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I said that's the one thing I won't be needing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo-ed. It was enjoyable! but my hair was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I like the sparkly floor of vivo. Okay I mentioned this before but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But they should change the white to something else.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and Gap is opened already! HAHA. But I forgot to go in. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at Sushi Tei. Elaine likes to take candid shots.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; stacy sucks cuz she said wasabi was greentea ice cream and she fed me with it.&lt;br /&gt;But I puked it out the second it touched my tongue cuz I'm smart :D&lt;br /&gt;Go and die la twin. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Pull &amp; Bear rocks la.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I go in I'd come out with a long list of lusts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to second brother's birthday! :D&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to Indo (: Suddenly, I feel like going back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; Yinghui's dumb. HAHA she doesn't know my surname is koh laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;i cant finish the projecttt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what project? dnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;who's your partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;uhhuh, lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA you think only one lim in our class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;omg, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;YAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;omg cheryl is the only lim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OMG HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;YAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;waitwaitwait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;still got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;sofia lim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;hahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KOH LA, HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;OKAY LOR, SOFIA KOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ehh! quite nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my surname is koh you dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into you like a mortal stake so vindictive. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When everything is wrong, we move along&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="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tag replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine : don't need to deny until like that right! Means you're huai. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up sunshine! (: &amp;amp; I hope your insomnia goes away.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen : No I don't like tart! &amp;amp; I pity you la, spend so much time on your art.&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaur : Shut up la sharnglameshit. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116093186008467155?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116093186008467155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116093186008467155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116093186008467155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116093186008467155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-said-thats-one-thing-i-wont-be.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116084495048313407</id><published>2006-10-15T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T10:00:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towning today was alright. Everyone wore black :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it was coincidental. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually it wasn't. serena&amp;amp;nerissa weren't wearing black&lt;br /&gt;but they bought black tops and wore it immediately. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at coffee beans &amp; my whole plate was practically filled with greens&lt;br /&gt;Except the sandwhich. Err which has greens in it too.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate milktea makes my tummy hurt ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp; Serena's hair looks better when she lets it down! :D&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna listen to bestie earlier la. Hhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town tmrrow with xia0hUiI &amp;amp; xiaoSii after piano. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wanna vivo luh.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think xia0hUiI &amp;amp; xiaoSii will want ):&lt;br /&gt;EH SHIT. I haven't been wearing my retainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tag Replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine : YEOW GUAI. I don't love your kisses. &amp; stacy told me you give her too. STOP IT. HAHA. Shixuan says you're worse.&lt;br /&gt;you promised me, we'd always be says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;she keep saying i'm naughty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you promised me, we'd always be says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i think she's worse. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shixuan will scold me, haha :D&lt;br /&gt;Gwen : Haha sorry la. &amp;amp; gwen the lousiest should stop messing my hair and saying lousy.&lt;br /&gt;Gail : NO white ones nicer :D. Okay actually cuz it suits my indo house more :/. How does using windows messenger feel like? HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116084495048313407?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116084495048313407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116084495048313407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116084495048313407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116084495048313407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/thumbing-through-pages-of-my-fantasies.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116074986470295709</id><published>2006-10-13T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:45:26.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have learned to live the lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think tday is boring fuckshit.&lt;br /&gt;Towned, boredom.&lt;br /&gt;I need to cuttttt hair :/&lt;br /&gt;It was damn long since I last cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;But pathetically, my hairstylist happens to be in Indo.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cut this particular messy layered one.&lt;br /&gt;I think it doesn't suit me. But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;But it's like long short long short,&lt;br /&gt;so I have to grow it a little longer first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, everything is so fucked up la.&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to go back only on the 17th november&lt;br /&gt;cuz there's dance during holidays &amp;amp; they're before the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;But my mom insists on me not attending them&lt;br /&gt;as I have to go back on the 26th october cuz the tickets are all booked.&lt;br /&gt;But I need to go for dance.&lt;br /&gt;Mrsong said that if I don't attend&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be confirmed I won't be in syf.&lt;br /&gt;Help ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya what the fuckkk, I don't care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116074986470295709?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116074986470295709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116074986470295709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116074986470295709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116074986470295709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-learned-to-live-lie-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116066658255538157</id><published>2006-10-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T08:32:48.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Like a desperation murmur of a heartbeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science &amp; Dnt = Gone case.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared I won't be able to get in pure bio&amp;amp;chem ):&lt;br /&gt;But anyway exams are finally over :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towned &amp; vivo-ed after school.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Scoop at cine. I think it's kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;She thought he was the perfect man,&lt;br /&gt;and then it all turned out to be deception ):&lt;br /&gt;So tragic, I don't like. &amp;amp; how could Sidney die. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, then got Sharon's present.&lt;br /&gt;Met her and gave it to her straightaway.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm 4 months late la. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I still owe many people presents :/ Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I saw sunshine, she can't stop making kissing sounds la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete and total adoration, winks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play "Kiss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete and total adoration, winks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play "Kiss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete and total adoration, winks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play "Kiss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete and total adoration, winks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play "Kiss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete and total adoration, winks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Play "Kiss"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only in msn, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116066658255538157?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116066658255538157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116066658255538157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116066658255538157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116066658255538157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-desperation-murmur-of-heartbeat.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116047759504651167</id><published>2006-10-10T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T04:16:32.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When the river of crimson begins to flow,&lt;br /&gt;drip your ruby red on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon Ng Qin Yi has sexy bums.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, not.&lt;br /&gt;Are you disappointed Sharon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2 of Maths was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be a miracle if I hit 70.&lt;br /&gt;Managed to complete graph though.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I did an extraordinarily stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote the date as 100906.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went library again after school.&lt;br /&gt;For the umpteen times we went there,&lt;br /&gt;we didn't manage to study at all.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah sure, we hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;But the wrong books, cuz they aren't textbooks. Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;Serena was reading this book about flowers.&lt;br /&gt;What messages they convey and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;When she's supposed to study for Geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; I'm happy today. If that's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shixuan : Huh? What who? Awww :D, haha I love Shixuan too!&lt;br /&gt;Germaine : Hahah welcome. Everytime when I'm online, you aren't ):&lt;br /&gt;Gwen : I like the lyrics! Especially the chorus part :D&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/18735612-116047759504651167?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116047759504651167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116047759504651167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116047759504651167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116047759504651167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-river-of-crimson-begins-to-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116039370406610205</id><published>2006-10-09T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T04:36:38.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So am I, still waiting, for this world to stop hating?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit paper. I don't know why but,&lt;br /&gt;the song here in your arms kept ringing in my head throughout the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; My time management &lt;em&gt;suckass&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In total, there were three 25 marks questions.&lt;br /&gt;Spent an hour doing one. Half an hour doing another one.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; best of all, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 minutes&lt;/span&gt; doing the last one, Unseen poetry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm prepared to fail unseen ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM Library again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Like hello. I didn't even say I wanted to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;So why should I mind when you didn't talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy thick skinned freak :/&lt;br /&gt;Oh, am I being mean? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who would've guessed?&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/18735612-116039370406610205?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116039370406610205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116039370406610205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116039370406610205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116039370406610205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-am-i-still-waiting-for-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116027659613310954</id><published>2006-10-08T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T20:09:42.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mark the rythms that I shook, everytime I caught you look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't come online for the whole day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it was a big achievement. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Miss me, anyone? Say you do, say you do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm going back on the 20th instead. Coming back here on the 24th. &amp; going back there again on the 26th. Dad = insane. Merely wasting money isn't it. &amp; this means I'm not gonna go school on 23rd ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition in 19 minutes time. Here I come, lovely books.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tag Replies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gwen : I'm not ahliantard la you ahdbashjcbsa person! I'm here, oh yes I'm here. &amp;amp; I went back to sleep and woke up at 730pm yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Yinghui : Small bricks work too yknow. Oh yeah, I forgot the size of the screen affects the number of bricks... -.- ask me, paiseh or not! Hhahahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Adeline : Stop paiseh-ing me ah. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116027659613310954?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116027659613310954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116027659613310954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116027659613310954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116027659613310954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/mark-rythms-that-i-shook-everytime-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116016034427959990</id><published>2006-10-07T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:14:27.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I found telling you the truth the hardest thing to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese paper was screwed. I wrote out of point for compo. Very, extremely, exceedingly, horribly, terribly, vegetably, out of point. I don't know. How to get 70?! Goodness. Bukit Merah Library after school. Kelly's funny like crazy. Like crazy. Like crazyyyyyy. HAHA. Plus Serena &amp; Belinda. They talk a lot of crap :/ Hhahah we kept laughing till this man came up to us &amp;amp; complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way home was, hazy &amp;amp; lonely. The haze is killing me :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag replies&lt;br /&gt;Yinghui : SHUT UP, I'm the one who broke the record. 1000000000 bricks. Fyi, I'm in self-denial right now. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Rae : HAHA, really? Why not you give it to me as my birthday gift :D. Okay my birthday is coming at around 5 more months -.- remember, Rachel! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Gwen : Yeah, finally. Hahahah if you didn't remind me, I wouldn't even remember to insert a tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I never wanted to be anything, but everything to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&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/18735612-116016034427959990?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116016034427959990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116016034427959990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116016034427959990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116016034427959990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-found-telling-you-truth-hardest.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-116003735215552422</id><published>2006-10-05T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:35:52.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This may never start.&lt;br /&gt;We could fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd be your memory.&lt;br /&gt;Lost your sense of fear.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings insincere.&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your memory?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-116003735215552422?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/116003735215552422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=116003735215552422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116003735215552422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/116003735215552422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-may-never-start.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115996650657144790</id><published>2006-10-04T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:50:52.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nothing like the taste to sweet decline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked like assfuck. Nothing went well.&lt;br /&gt;Art lesson sucked. She sucks. I want Mr Seow back.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, got 32/40 for english orals.&lt;br /&gt;I swore I dreamt that I got 32 the night before.&lt;br /&gt;Deja vu's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to bukitpanjang with serena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn far&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The way there was... I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Lrt's terrifying ): Seems like we were riding on this horrible roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;So, met samanthachua there. Ate at mos, then went library to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't find any place to sit. Due to the meagre amount of chairs &amp; tables ):&lt; So eventually, we went in the childrens' corner &amp;amp; sat behind the shelves. Little kids were running around &amp; singing abc songs. Hahah, they're annoyingly cute. Samantha then teached Serena geog while I did my math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; : How is oil formed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Don't wash your hair for a month, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Serena&lt;/span&gt; : HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Not funny, yknow. Paiseh or not? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt; : What are the benefits of forests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Serena&lt;/span&gt; : Err, err.. err&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt; : To play hide &amp;amp; seek la. HAHA. Okay kidding. Next question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt; : Humus is above the soil, so you must remember it as humans are on top of soil. cuz humans sounds like humus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Serena&lt;/span&gt; : HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; : Hahah, you make sense ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember luh. They're entertaining, hahahah. At least I felt a lot better. Okay I think my post is super long :/. Oh, there's some blood on my throat. It's hurting me ): especially when I drink or talk. I don't like the taste of blood in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This may never start.&lt;br /&gt;Tearing out my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be your memory.&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/18735612-115996650657144790?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115996650657144790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115996650657144790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115996650657144790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115996650657144790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-like-taste-to-sweet-decline.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115988480015500524</id><published>2006-10-03T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T10:34:09.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Would you turn me down if I'm not what you're looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is paiseh day. I kept paiseh-ing myself. HAHA. Mind's not functioning properly today :/ Okay, I had nosebleed yesterday during maths. Had two periods of math today &amp; my nose didnt bleed anymore (: I don't even know why I'm blogging about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yinghui's damn hilarious. During science, she saw me eating sore throat lozenges. Then she was attracted by the pink colour. So she asked me if they were nice. Although I know they're not, I just said they taste alright. She went to sniff it. &amp;amp; then I told her, they're strawberry flavoured. She actually &lt;em&gt;believed&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; asked me for one. When she put it in her mouth, she stared at me wide-eyed. Cuz it tastes horrible (: In the end, her mouth felt numb. Hahahahh, anybody wants lozenges? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anybody ever wondered, why there are only 24 hours a day? Hah, maybe it's only me. Gonna stay up till morning to study. I hope I won't fall asleep. If not I'll be late for school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese paper on friday. Target's at least 70. Screw me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I surrender, this is for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115988480015500524?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115988480015500524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115988480015500524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115988480015500524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115988480015500524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/would-you-turn-me-down-if-im-not-what.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115979264175991043</id><published>2006-10-02T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T05:55:10.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's all changed into lies that drop like acid rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was kinda enjoyable, had 2 free periods cuz the teachers messed up their schedule. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Had our last dance lesson. Kinda sad luh. &amp;amp; Ms Queenie just got married, I didn't know D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towned after school with Serenanananateoteo.&lt;br /&gt;My dentist says that my teeth's got nothing wrong la.&lt;br /&gt;Which means, I don't have to wear braces again :D.&lt;br /&gt;But have to wear retainers every night. Hurhurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat, go away.&lt;br /&gt;Come again another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sell the world your last breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115979264175991043?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115979264175991043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115979264175991043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115979264175991043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115979264175991043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-all-changed-into-lies-that-drop.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115969172847971733</id><published>2006-10-01T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T01:38:58.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&amp; the untold stories are painted in black and white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yawning Day :/ Friggin bored.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm still annoyed with my maid's friend. She called and asked where my maid is, then after I said she went out, she instantly hung up on me. The second time, she called again. I told her she isn't back yet. I asked for her name. She said nvm I'll call back again. &amp;amp; hung up on me again. That person's level of rudeness is higher than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Polygon is a closed figure with three or more straight sides&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3 sided = triangle&lt;br /&gt;4 sided = quadrilateral&lt;br /&gt;5 sided = pentagon&lt;br /&gt;6 sided = hexagon&lt;br /&gt;7 sided = heptagon&lt;br /&gt;8 sided = octagon&lt;br /&gt;9 sided = nonagon&lt;br /&gt;10 sided = decagon&lt;br /&gt;n sided = &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt;-gon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, can someone screw all of this in my brain now? -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115969172847971733?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115969172847971733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115969172847971733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115969172847971733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115969172847971733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hung-up-on-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115961823319281117</id><published>2006-09-30T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T05:49:11.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Supermassive Black Hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, links are inserted already :D&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I know how to edit the codes.&lt;br /&gt;Never tried meddling with html codes. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;But tag still cant ):&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I'll find another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was feeling ultra restless.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have the mood to study at all.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my maid was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drink brands' lah! I saw their advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;when people feel tired, they drink that what.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahahahaha, she's funny la.&lt;br /&gt;But eventually I really drank.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Brands' taste suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be coming online anymore for tday.&lt;br /&gt;Hello books, Goodbye computer ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115961823319281117?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115961823319281117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115961823319281117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115961823319281117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115961823319281117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/09/supermassive-black-hole-yay-links-are.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115952123110859544</id><published>2006-09-29T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:07:58.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When everything falls down, will you hold my hand?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogskin, changed.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna change the pink to another colour.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, and I can't insert the links &amp; tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everything will just overlap each other.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, I'll find a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patron's Day today. Went to church &amp;amp;sang &amp;pray &amp;amp;sang &amp;pray.&lt;br /&gt;Felt alil' bit odd cuz I'm not a catholic.&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda touching la.&lt;br /&gt;The secfours&amp;amp;fives are graduating )))':&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss them a lot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I didn't bring any bag to school today. Cuz I thought there were no lessons.&lt;br /&gt;After recess, I wanted to go home. Then, everyone was like.&lt;br /&gt;sofia, where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe, it's you that i'm longing for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115952123110859544?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115952123110859544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115952123110859544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115952123110859544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115952123110859544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-everything-falls-down-will-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115936230130137139</id><published>2006-09-27T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:01:11.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;twinge of uncertainty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excruciating&lt;br /&gt;on the verge of tears&lt;br /&gt;looked at us wide-eyed&lt;br /&gt;she gave me the cold shoulders&lt;br /&gt;shuddered in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;suppressed a giggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MORNING DAWNED DARK AND GLOOMY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if memory serves me right&lt;br /&gt;he felt triumphant - he had finally won this battle&lt;br /&gt;mustered his courage/energy for a final effort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for committing such a shameless felony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE STARED AT HER AS THOUGH SHE HAD JUST RISEN FROM THE DEAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;harbours no ill will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dropped his shee's clothing &amp;amp; emerged a wolf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at his wits' end&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in her life, she was &lt;strong&gt;overwhelmed with felicity&lt;/strong&gt;/she felt an overwhelming felicity/happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To name but a few of the phrases I have to remember for tomorrow's paper. Very few :/.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck? ): I'm damnit scared. Okay, &lt;em&gt;exceedingly panic-stricken&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115936230130137139?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115936230130137139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115936230130137139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115936230130137139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115936230130137139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/09/twinge-of-uncertainty-excruciating-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115927646972599636</id><published>2006-09-26T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T09:00:14.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Shaking at the thought you are everything I want&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are everything I'm not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came late for school today.&lt;br /&gt;Was the 5th time, had in-house suspensionnnn. -.-&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, okay.&lt;br /&gt;So, stayed in the library for the whole day with Hanwei.&lt;br /&gt;Did maths all the way. Hahaha was kinda fun :D&lt;br /&gt;She's a good maths teacher but I'm a poor student&lt;br /&gt;Guess I've to practise more, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went home after school&lt;br /&gt;I'm guai. Then studied for a while. Then came online.&lt;br /&gt;Then I fell asleep, then I just woke up (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Gonna study again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115927646972599636?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115927646972599636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115927646972599636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115927646972599636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115927646972599636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/09/shaking-at-thought-you-are-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115893237948706293</id><published>2006-09-22T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T06:39:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;City lights shine down upon the place that I call home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda boring :/.&lt;br /&gt;Had this Jazz performance after school.&lt;br /&gt;Found it boring cuz I'm not a jazz person.&lt;br /&gt;Serena&amp;Stacy were sleeping la. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back to do Chinese formal letter.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everyone but serena, stacy &amp; me handed in alr.&lt;br /&gt;After that, rushed to piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I can't get any of the pieces right.&lt;br /&gt;But she promised to teach me Marriage D'amour the next lesson :D!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, damn happy luh. Although it isn't canon :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Out of a sudden, yesterday flashed back to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my condo, all the 3 lifts were down.&lt;br /&gt;Servicing, the security guard said&lt;br /&gt;So I waited for a while, &amp;amp; couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I climbed 29 flights of stairs. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Friggin' tired by the time I reach laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;But nvm, I'll have more calf muscles (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-A-I-L, GAIL, GAIL!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA she wants me to blog about her so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, English paper on 28th ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115893237948706293?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115893237948706293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115893237948706293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115893237948706293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115893237948706293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/09/city-lights-shine-down-upon-place-that.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115878600369982835</id><published>2006-09-21T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T14:00:03.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This is the way they'd love if they knew how misery loved me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4:40am &amp; I ain't asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm doing my english assignments -.-&lt;br /&gt;So guai, right. Bwahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; listening to I want candy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron carter has this cutesy voice la. aww. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright. Shixuan came over.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy la she. Hahahahha. Talk so much crap.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, She's mean okay ):&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to watch &lt;a href="http://www.happytreefriends.com"&gt;www.happytreefriends.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at first i thought it was some cute cartoons for children.&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out to be full of violence. wth.&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Y'all, go watch. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this particular video,&lt;br /&gt;Cuddles was swimming in this small pond.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly a crocodile came, and bit her lower part of the body off.&lt;br /&gt;Then she was bleeding like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly this whale came and smack her down.&lt;br /&gt;Then another creature ate her body up.&lt;br /&gt;All that was left was her eye.&lt;br /&gt;Friggin' violent la the cartoon. Makes me wanna puke. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115878600369982835?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115878600369982835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115878600369982835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115878600369982835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115878600369982835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-way-theyd-love-if-they-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115730905323645986</id><published>2006-09-04T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:20:05.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&amp; it suddenly hit me that you left without saying a simple, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yozxzxz people (:&lt;br /&gt;Sofia is a bored girl here.&lt;br /&gt;There's noone she can talk to now except strangers in imvu.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr. I can't fall asleep &amp;amp; my maid is asleep since a hundred hours ago ):&lt;br /&gt;I feel lonely ahhhhhh. Shall listen to Lonely. Hahahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's a sad song &amp; it's making me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mom read my report card.&lt;br /&gt;Haha she didn't say anything lehh.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I don't like about her actually. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;She never shows interest in anything i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's like when i tell her about something,&lt;br /&gt;she will just go 'oh, okay'. Or nod her head&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; changes the topic to something about her friends and her ):&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; like that.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went to OG with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;She sure can shop la. Walked whole day &amp;amp; she ain't tired.&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad arrived, so we went to eat.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he said when he saw me was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What did you eat ah? How come become so &lt;strong&gt;fat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH. I was fangry okayyyy ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really that fat? Okay I am :/.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go on a diet starting from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition tomorrow. I like (:&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's more of a 2-hour period of talking xD.&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra's damn funny luhh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Orals on Tuesday. I'm friggin' scared :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's the final bullet to put our love to death.&lt;br /&gt;Our days are never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's you I can forget.&lt;br /&gt;Bang, bang. Shoot, shoot.&lt;br /&gt;There's a freight train coming to force your head in check.&lt;br /&gt;Our love is never coming back.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's you I can forget&lt;br /&gt;Our love's forever ending.&lt;br /&gt;You're just a waste of a song. You're a simple regret.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew who you were, but watch how fast I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115730905323645986?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115730905323645986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115730905323645986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115730905323645986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115730905323645986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/09/she-aint-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115694721072986277</id><published>2006-08-30T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T07:16:55.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Praying harder for the minute to pass as you crash faster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, Jen &amp; Shixuan are &lt;em&gt;evil &lt;/em&gt;people bcuz they dragged me to tiong with them.&lt;br /&gt;They kept pulling my bag &amp;amp; I kept hitting a lot of people in the bus laaa&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was tsk-ing me. and giving me THE look.&lt;br /&gt;Hahah I was scared, so I got down :/.&lt;br /&gt;They managed to make me look like a complete retard.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I was guai. I ate vegetarian fried rice. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So veggie-lover (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl Shixuan &amp;amp; Stacy pierced their ear.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Shixuan's chao funny.&lt;br /&gt;She kept going very pain very pain.&lt;br /&gt;Evidence? See my tagboard. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl looks cool (: &amp; Stacy looks niceee.&lt;br /&gt;I want navel piercing, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;My mum said, after you graduate can?&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, Stacy came over.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha she's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;We kept laughing all the way to my house.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it was raining, we were all drenched :/.&lt;br /&gt;Then we kept running accross streets.&lt;br /&gt;Reached my house, wanted to go bathe.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't let me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;So until now I'm still wearing my pinafore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viewed people's friendster.&lt;br /&gt;She's super duper ultra kaypoh I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to view the whole world's friendster.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I think I'll die if she reads this (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I just realised the pimple on my forehead's damn hugeee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; pain lehh.&lt;br /&gt;How to step out of the house?!&lt;br /&gt;)':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115694721072986277?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115694721072986277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115694721072986277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115694721072986277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115694721072986277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/08/praying-harder-for-minute-to-pass-as.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115676467390206518</id><published>2006-08-28T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T05:21:14.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Are my screams loud enough for you to hear me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, Ssup.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I sound like some poser.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got back all of our results today.&lt;br /&gt;Whoo man, I suck at DnT. 33/100.&lt;br /&gt;29/100 for English cuz I didn't sit for the paper! )':&lt;br /&gt;So I have to work extraextra hard for SA2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep for the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;Was busy IMVU-ing. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It's rocking luhh.&lt;br /&gt;People, go check it out. &lt;a href="http://www.imvu.com"&gt;www.imvu.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, had dance after school.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan came. Haha supahh fun!&lt;br /&gt;Street Jazz this time. But there's so many turns &amp;amp; I can't catch up :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bad news. I think there's no more Insanity now.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl left. ))))): Our clique's shattered. Fuck, I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115676467390206518?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115676467390206518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115676467390206518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115676467390206518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115676467390206518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-my-screams-loud-enough-for-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115642159615960556</id><published>2006-08-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T05:13:16.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let the rain fall down, &amp; wake my dreams.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got back their English papers today, except me.&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone was like, how much did you get?&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;They forgotten I didn't take the paper )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Geog was nonsense. Had it in the Art Room?!&lt;br /&gt;Noone was paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;Yinghweee draw flower on my hand :D.&lt;br /&gt;We kept talking&amp;amp;talking, until she made all of us stand.&lt;br /&gt;But after all of us stood, the period was over. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to finish Art after school. Couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Went to play with the 2d girls (:&lt;br /&gt;They're funny people la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But something happened&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas sucks. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115642159615960556?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115642159615960556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115642159615960556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115642159615960556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115642159615960556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-rain-fall-down-talking-until-she.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115616600646376870</id><published>2006-08-21T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T04:42:47.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Freeze me in this moment with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ooh. today's happy day :D.&lt;br /&gt;3 periods of dnt almost killed me, but i survived.&lt;br /&gt;Got 8/50 for dnt Paper! HAHA. how fantastic can my results get?&lt;br /&gt;Had two periods of English, then Dance!&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahh, we did the chacha dance Test &amp; got As (:&lt;br /&gt;Rock&amp;amp;Roll after that. Shake&amp;amp;twist! funn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Dance after school. Ryan had flu, so Jeanne/Jean took over him!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah I don't know how to spell her name.&lt;br /&gt;Super fun la. Omg okay. She's so pro. But it was kinda hard to catch up :/.&lt;br /&gt;HipHop rockssss man :D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg bathe. I stink man. Hahahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;is&lt;em&gt; that&lt;/em&gt; really gonna happen? well i want it to (:&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/18735612-115616600646376870?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115616600646376870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115616600646376870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115616600646376870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115616600646376870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/08/freeze-me-in-this-moment-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115590993925389008</id><published>2006-08-18T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:05:39.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got back geog paper today, overall was 84/100.&lt;br /&gt;was delighted la (:&lt;br /&gt;the highest mark i've ever gotten for geog. hahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, towned after school. everything was fine. yinghui got a pretty glittery purple pouch. so pretty. haha. then collette joined us. andddd then! out of a sudden, &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; happened. &amp; my whole day was screwed like wtf? damn. i didn't know it'll turn out this way. how am i supposed to know? &amp;amp; hello, i didn't even know that girl la. see her face, never before. and she happily told me to give up? walao. not like i'm gonna steal her boyfriend or anything what. haiya. i don't care anymore la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cheryl yinghui stacy &amp; jen went home, while collette serena &amp;amp; me went to yoshi. collette's super funny la. she seriously can't eat. a few spoons and that was it. she was like. i'm hungry but i can't eat. hahahaha. no wonder she's so skinny luh. the way home was alright. lonely and yeah. kept listening to bad day &amp;amp; i got emo! i think i teared a lil ): so. by the time i reached home, it was 8 something. and i was alone walking home. haha i'm a brave girl today. okay so thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I can be a little stubborn sometimes&lt;br /&gt;A little righteous and too proud&lt;br /&gt;I just want to find a way to compromise&lt;br /&gt;Cos I believe that we can work things out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had all the answers never giving in&lt;br /&gt;But baby since you've gone I admit that I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm lost without you I'm not gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;How my going to be strong without you I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;If we ever say we'll never be together and we ended with goodbye&lt;br /&gt;don't know what I'd do ...I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to find my way but all I know is I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to face the day I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my ever gonna get rid of these blues&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm so lonely all the time&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go I get so confused&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing that's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my beds so cold at night and I miss you more each day&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make it right no I'm not too proud to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm lost without you I'm not gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;How my going to be strong without you I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;If we ever say we'll never be together and we ended with goodbye&lt;br /&gt;don't know what I'd do ...I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to find my way but all I know is I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to face the day I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could only hold you now and make the pain just go away&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop the tears from running down my face&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is I'm lost without you I'm not gonna lie&lt;br /&gt;How my going to be strong without you I need you by my side&lt;br /&gt;If we ever say we'll never be together and we ended with goodbye&lt;br /&gt;don't know what I'd do ...I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to find my way but all I know is I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;I keep trying to face the day I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song mann. okay hello morpheus, goodbye blogger! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115590993925389008?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115590993925389008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115590993925389008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115590993925389008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115590993925389008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-back-geog-paper-today-overall-was.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115580295017840649</id><published>2006-08-17T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:22:30.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. this blog is damnit dead leh.&lt;br /&gt;been a long time since i last updated.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah. so,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the last day of ca2!&lt;br /&gt;which means, no more late night mugging :D.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; today's science was surprisingly alright (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacy played with her socks today during pw.&lt;br /&gt;kisiao la. HAHA, she put both of her socks on her hand&lt;br /&gt;then went around and touch people.&lt;br /&gt;and me, who sits beside her suffers the most. tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andddd, flag day's on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;2c's location is marineparade, eastcoast &amp; parkwayparade.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's that far from my house man.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow, i'm excited about it, for some reasons :D.&lt;br /&gt;although the last time i went for flag day,&lt;br /&gt;i felt rejected. cuz most people happily ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa, tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115580295017840649?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115580295017840649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115580295017840649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115580295017840649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115580295017840649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115313634265508112</id><published>2006-07-17T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T01:28:31.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;by your resonating life&lt;br /&gt;now i'm bound by the life you left behind.&lt;br /&gt;your face it haunts,&lt;br /&gt;my once pleasant dreams.&lt;br /&gt;your voice it chased away,&lt;br /&gt;all the sanity in me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i ain't feeling the love for dnt. as i can see, i just can't make myself to like the subject D: HAHAHA!! so we had three periods of gossiping &amp; yawning periods mann (: then double period of english after recess. can die!!! boring fuckshit. &amp;amp; i got scolded by her like a gazillion times for guffawing aloud. hello, what's wrong with joking around during class man. we need entertainment (:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had dance after school! uber uber fun la :D. i realised my passion for dancing then. hahah, had forgotten about it for a period of time. so, we did high school musical dance. the steps were okay la. but unfortunately, i cannot memorise them laaaaa ):&lt; i was trying to remember them at the bus stop cuz i'd nothing better to do. &amp;amp; i could only picture the first seven steps. wth? HAHA i've never seen a more failure dancer man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the no. 1 Kenneth Chew's fan :D. oh man oh mann, the look in his eyes drives me crazy. HAHA, siao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115313634265508112?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115313634265508112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115313634265508112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115313634265508112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115313634265508112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-used-to-captivate-me-by-your.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115142160168600029</id><published>2006-06-27T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:37:56.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'm okay with who I am today&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gotta change&lt;br /&gt;I'm just doing what I can&lt;br /&gt;Could you love me anyway?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was so boring leh. i dont like. especially science. the red couch in the library is nice to sleep at (: i wanna sleep there. harhar. &amp; the video making thing was damn boring la. can faint okay. that teacher tripped and fell beside me la. so funny. hahahahha. he was like walking past me, then he didn't see this particular step. then he walked walked walked, then boom. he tripped. haha and his expression was so funny. okay, im being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my earholes are bleeding! so pain la. OMG, Brazil just goaled!! HAHAHA. i love okay. they must win! wahahahaha. walao, Kaka just fell ): hurh, i think i change topic fast. from earholes to soccer, hahah no link at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess I was too blind to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115142160168600029?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115142160168600029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115142160168600029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115142160168600029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115142160168600029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-okay-with-who-i-am-today-everybodys.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115122030311236599</id><published>2006-06-25T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T00:26:55.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now my sense of humor needs a break&lt;br /&gt;I see a shadow in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And she's laughing through her tears&lt;br /&gt;One more smile's all I can fake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towning yesterday was funn. laughed a lot. hahah. i ogled at the beckham picture in heeren again! haha. watched campus ghost stories. damn scary please. i couldn't sleep at night cuz i kept thinking of the ghost inside the closet! hurr. but the guy's cute. bwahahaha. gail keeps staining her pants when eating and ruth laughs like a witch and she cant stop burping. HAHA i think it rhymes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;england's playing tonight. ahahahah!! i'm gonna see beckham and joe cole again :D. i hope they win okay. eeyer, school's starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll burn down the city just to show you the lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115122030311236599?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115122030311236599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115122030311236599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115122030311236599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115122030311236599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/now-my-sense-of-humor-needs-break-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115029592627597581</id><published>2006-06-14T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:29:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;But if your heart's not in it for real&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try to fake what you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;If love's already gone&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would give the whole world for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything you ask of me I'd do&lt;br /&gt;But I won't ask you to stay&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather walk away&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;since i didn't blog yesterday, i shall wish her now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAIL :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sweetheart alot alot! hehheh. true feelings okay! HAHA sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is boringgg. i didn't step out of the house at all. woke up at 4 something, hahaha, now i know why holidays feel like (: i'm gonna back singapore in three more days :D. so happy luh. okay, not quite. tsk. i'll be alone la. my mum suddenly decides to let me go back alone just because she was angry with me. hahah, wth man. if the plane crashes, i'll die alone la. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell, i almost fell down the stairs :/. so scary. hurr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that I wanna hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115029592627597581?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115029592627597581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115029592627597581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115029592627597581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115029592627597581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/but-if-your-hearts-not-in-it-for-real.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115012324480554460</id><published>2006-06-12T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T07:43:01.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dragging 'round an old guitar that I can't even play&lt;br /&gt;I fade into your background like a piece of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I might be a nobody to you&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere, they're gonna listen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new mole! i like. it's like, so cute. on one of my toes. hahah. its like one small dot. i thought it was some dirt at first la. hahaahaha! &amp; now my toes are all painted red :D. hottt. umm, at least i think it is la. doesnt matter if you dont. HAHA. i'm listening to Time Machine &amp;amp; Miss Murder for so loud i can die. hehehh. but i like (: so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum thinks i'm on some diet. siao. i've never even tried dietting before la. okay maybe once, when i was in primary 5. HAHA. today's yawning day lehhh, so boring. hurh, i hate hexic. i play halfway then the stupid bomb came and ruin everything. haha! don't wanna play already la. i want solitaire or minesweeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hurry, i'm falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115012324480554460?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115012324480554460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115012324480554460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115012324480554460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115012324480554460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/dragging-round-old-guitar-that-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-115004086086984437</id><published>2006-06-11T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:20:01.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Making your mascara bleed&lt;br /&gt;Tears down your face&lt;br /&gt;Leaving traces of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Caught Failure to Launch for the second time, and after that, Inside Man. hahah my butt kinda hurt after those hours spent sitting. but nonetheless, i feel like bringing home the chair inside the cinemaaa. so comfy. and i just reached home la :/. dead tired. i like inside man! haha everyone didn't like it but me. i think the story's okay what. &amp; i think the robber's so nice. i want that cartier ring lehhhh. the diamond's damn huge la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw VJ Daniel again!! HAHAHA. do i have a teeny weeny bit of fate with him, or is it him that goes to PI everyday? hahaha. he was with his girlfriend again ): haha. &amp;amp; she's tall cuz she wears heels. haha. oops. he looks cuter today cuz he spiked his hair like, whoa. haha. &amp;amp; he walked right past me :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earhole bled yesterday when i took out the earring they used to pierce the earhole! bloody laaa. damn pain okay. and it's still pain now. haiya, i've got a sudden urge to cut my hair. haha. but everyone disagrees with it. tsk. i'll keep it long then. Rapunzel, oh Rapunzel (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She's the sweetest, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-115004086086984437?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/115004086086984437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=115004086086984437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115004086086984437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/115004086086984437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/bloodshot-deadbeat-and-lack-of-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114996267229611078</id><published>2006-06-11T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:36:39.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Push me out from the darkness&lt;br /&gt;To a sky that's colored blue&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, someone's finding happiness&lt;br /&gt;While I'm still here so hung up on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I'm a happy girl now (: my mom let me buy the Zara skirt already. HAHAHAHA!! cuz Chris wanted me to show him the skirt i wanted, so we went in Zara. then the skirt's selling at half price. HAHAHA. so i called her up and asked if i could buy. then she went, if you like then buy lor. HAHAHA!! i love my mommy so muchh :D. she lets me have what i want most of the time la. which is not a good thing but yeah, i'll treat her the same in the future (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX/PI was great. shopped &amp; bowled. i suck at bowling lehhhhh. haha. the ball kept going in the drain, can faint lor. and i saw VJ Daniel. hahahahaha, he's uber cute la. it's the second time i met him now :D. i think his height is like 180 something la. cooliozzz. but he was with his girlfriend ))): haha but nevermind, he has a pretty &amp;amp; tall girlfriend and i'm happy for them (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-men was okay la. missed the front half of the show cuz our dear Wilson was late when picking me up. hahaha but i watched it already so yeahh, nevermind. i like kitty, iceman &amp; the wings wings guy! hahaha. &amp;amp; i'm touched by what rogue did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at Tony Roma's. the food was yummy (: but my little cousins keep stealing my french fries!! haha. they're so funny la. they kept asking me weird jokes. like, what fruit makes you puzzled? then the answer is oranges. WHY? cuz if the answer is oranges, you will ask why right? and then they'll be like, see, you're puzzled now what! HAHA, idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are aching like, hell lot. haha. but i'm gonna go PI again tmr. hahaha! shopping is fun but it makes me feel guilty :/. haha. my dad is watching the stupid world cup againn. wo bu xi huan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;not another failed romance, that's all i hope from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114996267229611078?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114996267229611078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114996267229611078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114996267229611078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114996267229611078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/push-me-out-from-darkness-to-sky-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114987502186788524</id><published>2006-06-10T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:11:33.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And I swear if I could take your pain&lt;br /&gt;And frame it and hang it on my wall,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you would never have to hurt it all.&lt;br /&gt;Painting pictures in red and blue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh, it's past 12 already :(. but i shall still wish them,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nerissa, Pamela &amp; Chee Sian :D!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum happily woke me up at 9am, when i slept at 6am. haiya. i only slept for three hours la. so stupid, right. but then didn't really regret it cuz i had fun la. i bought some stuff, i forgot most of them but the most memorable one was, 21 dvds. hahahahah! i'm gonna need so much time to finish watching all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Warren at ITC la! so funny okay. we hadn't been keeping in touch for quite a while, like around a year? and then suddenly poof, he appeared in front of me. hahahah. i think my cousin is super adorable. if anyone give her sweets, she'll call that person mummy. HAHA. she called me mummy luh, like wth. later people really think i'm her mum then die ah! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Daphne is damn funny laaa. hahaha. she said that she's a woman and cannot join army when i asked her to join NS. i havent even woman yet la, she woman already. HAHAHA. and many many more. i'm lazy to type everything, heheh. my dad's watching world cup outside &amp;amp; it's driving me crazy. i dont like soccer lehhh. i wonder why do people like soccer so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX outing with chris &amp;amp; wilson, cant waitttt (: but i have to wake up early again. haiya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114987502186788524?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114987502186788524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114987502186788524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114987502186788524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114987502186788524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-i-swear-if-i-could-take-your-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114978341084396838</id><published>2006-06-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:42:22.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here they come marching down the street&lt;br /&gt;Like a desperation murmur of a heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from the edge of town&lt;br /&gt;Underneath their feet, the time has come&lt;br /&gt;And it's going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Nobody eversaid that life was fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I slept at 730am yesterday. idiot, i'm an insomniac now. and i only can sleep after my messages are replied. hurh, i think it doesn't make sense but yeah. woke up and watched Jimmy Neutron. pizza monster &amp; pillow monster. haha, so stupid la. then my dad went in the room and he went, you how old already, still watch cartoons. change channel la. crazy manzzzz. is there any rule forbidding 14 year olds to watch cartoon? NO, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then right, when i went to shower, i didn't off the tv. then when i finished showering, nickelodeon was showing some robot cartoon thing and he was watching it. HAHAHA. hello, he was the one who said i was too old to watch cartoons la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my mum's being evil monster today. she didn't let me buy the two Zara skirts i wanted so badly. I wanted them THIS much, do you see how much? and i still do. tskk, i'm gonna get them somehow, someway. and her attitude sucks today mann. cannot stand her! aahh ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114978341084396838?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114978341084396838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114978341084396838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114978341084396838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114978341084396838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-they-come-marching-down-street.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114960684014384763</id><published>2006-06-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:33:41.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You need some, some downtime&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if you're so unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying without you&lt;br /&gt;Be happy cause you know I care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 8am, and woke up at 5pm. HAHAHA. i still hadn't sleep enough and my mom happily dragged me outta bed luh. haiyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think today is boring fuckshit. i wanna step out of this house, hello. but i have to wait until thursday until i can finally go ITC. what the hell. haha. dvds, here i come :D. i wanna buy just my luck! and she's the man. hooha. i think today's date is cool luh. 060606. ew, but it's freaky too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my papa bought The Hills Have Eyes. but i don't dare to watch. HAHA. i think Silent Hill has a stupid ending. tsk. rose &amp;amp; sharon went back home when the daddy was asleep, then why is it that when the daddy woke up, they're gone. but the door was left ajar? huh, what the hell la. i don't understand please. stupid ending. but i like the part when they were at the church! haha so scary la. all the blood, ew. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hello, I miss you ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114960684014384763?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114960684014384763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114960684014384763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114960684014384763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114960684014384763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-need-some-some-downtime-im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114951035960535336</id><published>2006-06-05T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T05:25:59.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today : junkfood! cheeseburger, 3 packets of fries &amp; rootbeer&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow : pizzahut :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; im gonna be so freaking fat, or maybe OBESE D: haiya but who cares, life is only once and we should eat eat eat while we can and grab those tempting foodzzz. i wanna go back singapore, and im dead serious luh. today, my mum said she may be letting me go back on the 25th. like, what the hell, i'm so against it. i wanna go back on the 14th. but i doubt she'll nod her head. urghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the name, Eulalia. from the movie thenun. HAHA. i think the name's so sweet, i can die of diabetes. HAHAHA!! touchwood ah. and i like the name chloe and paige. so sweet :D! and im so damn bored cuz i have no chance to step out of the house today. what the hell. i wanna go PI/EX, PS, PIM2, LaPiazza, TA, ITC! im rotting ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i didnt blog yesterday so here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Birthday Sharon Ng :D!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my birthday to come again too. HAHAHA!! okay i wanna play minesweeper, so toodles (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114951035960535336?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114951035960535336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114951035960535336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114951035960535336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114951035960535336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-junkfood-cheeseburger-3-packets.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114926931691865435</id><published>2006-06-03T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T19:30:14.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;youknow, tmr only threesome include me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;worst than last year la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i thought 4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;one person lesser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;haiya nvm. i'll enjoy myself tmr with my lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hehheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;huh, another lover! hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;guess who is my lover now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;clues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;nope, no clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haiya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;do i know her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;umm, what level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;starts with S ? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;slowly guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;huh, i dont think i know her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;how to guess, you tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;haha. then too bad lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;my lover so hot la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;guess again. hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but i dont know who is it what..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;haha give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i tell you okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;who.. sally ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;no, sally not hot la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;its the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the sun is my love you know. cause i love tanning rmb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;wtf. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;im so not laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahahah wth la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hello miss putri (: &lt;/span&gt;Bet you're still in your lalaland. Hahaha. Enjoy your beauty sleep yeah? Goodmorning, goodafternoon, goodevening &amp;amp; goodnight :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114926931691865435?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114926931691865435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114926931691865435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114926931691865435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114926931691865435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/with-eight-seconds-left-in-overtime.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114919215827178683</id><published>2006-06-02T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:39:29.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Happy Birthday Shanna :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate charmainewu for winning me twice in minesweeper! grr you. its just that i lack concentration! HAHAH. she's so funny la. i like this part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FunkyStreetSoulz ; Popper says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;apparently your bomb was lousy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;kns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FunkyStreetSoulz ; Popper says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this part,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i bombed and there was nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FunkyStreetSoulz ; Popper says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first time in my life manzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haha so saddening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FunkyStreetSoulz ; Popper says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you're being real contradict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FunkyStreetSoulz ; Popper says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"haha so saddening"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHA its saddening but i wanna laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cannot is it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our coversation looks so christmas-ish and watermelon-ish :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i woke up today &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hearing those fuckshit voices screaming&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why cant they stop quarrelling for a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ohwells, drop that damn issue. went in five shoe shops with mom today and we didnt find any pretty ones. okay maybe there was ONE pair. a pair of sexy, pretty lil guess heels :D. but its like, 889 000 rupiah. &amp;amp; dad didnt allow mom to buy. damn he, haha. if only they bought it, then i can wear it too :D. its so sparkly shiny &amp;amp; pretty luh. but mom may be buying it using her own savings. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my hair to grow fast. grow hair, GROW :D. huh, this sounds like some grow-up milk's advertisement. bwahahaha. i miss my honey milkteaaaaa. and i want my sushitei. HAHA. maybe i'll dream of them tonight (: then i'll be fatty when i wake up! HAHA. oh oh, i had a horrible dream yesterday. i dreamt that i was transferred to RV High. HAHAHA. I dont even have the intelligence?! some dream. and i had a dream of serena's papa screaming to me over the phone. wtf la. haha! okay, noone's online already. im gonna go dream my dreams. i hope &lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;'d be the one in my dreams this time :D. along with honey milktea and sushi tei. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could buy a one-way ticket for you outta my life,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; I would&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Get a life, loserr. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I so hate 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/18735612-114919215827178683?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114919215827178683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114919215827178683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114919215827178683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114919215827178683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-shanna-d-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114909063213594525</id><published>2006-05-31T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:45:04.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eh, so tmr how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;chinese oral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;go call orange blue green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i dont have her number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haiyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;if have, then can talk to her on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and you'll get that slang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;i can talk to my colour pencil. cause inside got orange blue green?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SIAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;you lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tell me if they reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahahahahah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;im talking to blue now. but blue is not answering back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point the truth seems absurd says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;haha wth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone talks to her colour pencils la. how freaky. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris came over and we laughed like there's no tmr. now i know his deepest, darkest secret!! hahaha. i just realised, i need more heels. cuz they make me look so much taller, HAHA i like :D. i wanna be 168! grr. haiya, i have a sudden craving for sushi tei ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; a sudden craving for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114909063213594525?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114909063213594525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114909063213594525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114909063213594525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114909063213594525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-this-point-truth-seems-absurd-says.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114891306861007825</id><published>2006-05-29T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T09:46:34.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been eating like nonstop today. I ate 3 meals alr &amp; i think im gonna continue. im gonna be fatty boom boom. HAHA. okay, not funny. and i'm having sore eyes since yesterday night la. the whole thing's like red, it was only the right eye yesterday. and now its both? &amp;amp; i dont have eye mo. omg. its so freaking pain ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail just had her mouth surgery today! haha. and she managed to survive through it. She's so brave, like supergirl. HAHA. I miss sweetheart too! I'm looking forward to seeing you. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what we had was built on lies, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maybe i can crush on you one day huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause what we had was built on lies, says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those blood-stained hands says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those blood-stained hands says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those blood-stained hands says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HOW GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she'll crush on me, one fine day. HAHA :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114891306861007825?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114891306861007825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114891306861007825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114891306861007825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114891306861007825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-been-eating-like-nonstop-today.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114883377511038505</id><published>2006-05-28T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:07:56.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the flight was bloody terrifying. the pilot didnt know how to land properly. damn he. but im thankful enough the plane didnt crash. so maybe i gotta thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ai, im like alone in the room now &amp;amp; ive been online since two hours ago. checking my mails, and those chain mails get me freaked out, really. and some stupid mozzies just love my blood so much. im getting bites all over la. and to add it up, the back of my feets are bleeding. damn shoe. i wore the wrong shoe today. but i dont wanna go up just yet :/. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz im waiting for this person to come online. cuz she said she 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/18735612-114883377511038505?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114883377511038505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114883377511038505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114883377511038505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114883377511038505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/05/flight-was-bloody-terrifying.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114874381655126077</id><published>2006-05-27T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:11:07.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm like the 35th in class, outta 39 people. like, how smart huh. haiyer, maybe i oughtta work harder. my new phone's like ultra hot la. i can't take my hands off it. OH, but i know someone who's hotter :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serena teo called me first thing in the morning just to ask how to do her band assignment. i thought it was cuz she missed me la. haiyer. haha. i'm gonna go back indo tmr! like how sad la. i wanna stay :(. but i guess noone would care if i stay anyway. okay, let's think of the brighter side. i'll be able to have a whiff of my incanto charms tmr! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean so much, and soon you're just gonna leave like what everyone else does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114874381655126077?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114874381655126077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114874381655126077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114874381655126077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114874381655126077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-like-35th-in-class-outta-39-people.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114762033050401612</id><published>2006-05-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T09:04:33.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two more papers left &amp;amp; it's over. how wonderful :). clique outings! i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;today's mother's day, and my mum went back. such perfect timing huh :/. but i guess freedom's back. heh. i like the mole on my left arm. it looks like a perfect dot made by a pen. HAHA okay random. dnt's my nightmare. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's hard not to smile when i think 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/18735612-114762033050401612?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114762033050401612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114762033050401612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114762033050401612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114762033050401612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-more-papers-left-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114715123188767464</id><published>2006-05-09T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:13:40.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maths was screwed. screwed like kns. didn't have enough time. didn't even check the paper la. incomplete somemore. i'm so gonna flunk it. how great :/. oh let's think of the brighter side. there's no school tmr :). yay. and and, yesterday's so you think you can dance was fabulous la :DD. i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for my mum to finish bathing. &amp;amp; then we're gonna town. her arrival = shopping sprees :D. but it also = studying 24/7, and no turning on the computer. crazy laa. haha. i'm online now cuz she's bathing? HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no, she finish bathing alr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114715123188767464?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114715123188767464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114715123188767464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114715123188767464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114715123188767464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/05/maths-was-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114673503931427889</id><published>2006-05-04T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T02:40:17.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was studying in class in the morning, then out of a sudden i realised that i dont have a pen to use for the paper. HAHA. so went down to the bookshop &amp; bought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history was alright, the hours spent mugging yesterday didn't go wasted. heheh. i was so damn uninterested to do the source-based, though. really didn't have the mood to. slept and woke up to do it for the last 15 minutes given. let's pray i'll pass that section. some people screwed up the paper, i heard. sorry to hear about it :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at kfc. cheese friesss :)! yumyum. we were all laughing at how cheryl eats the chicken. she tears them up and massages them before she eats them. HAHA. so sick please. i think cheryl's oh-so-cute. haha. i think the body shop lady lied to me that time! i think there's still grapeseed shower gel in spore laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, i have 5 or 6 art pieces to finish by tomorrow. &amp;amp; my dnt project. in addition to that, i still haven't study for chinese! HAHA. tsk tsk, deaded already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeyer, my pimple's bleeding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114673503931427889?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114673503931427889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114673503931427889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114673503931427889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114673503931427889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/05/was-studying-in-class-in-morning-then.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114658106725665874</id><published>2006-05-02T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T07:57:06.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't seem to study. wth la. nothing seems to be able to go in. if my mum's here, she'll rush me to study every minute &amp; i'll be able to make it. but now she's nowhere to be seen. bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was guai during math today. extremely guai :). i listen and paid attention fully to mr ng, that i think he's most probably touched cuz this is the first time i'm doing it? HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yinghui was singing the london bridge song halfway, then she saw the black cat. and she happily went to boo it using the song, and it jerked. like, hahaha im mean cuz im not supposed to laugh but it was damn funny pls. haha. it was like jerking until, so funnily la. haah. sorry, cat :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed back to study with stacy. and we ended up laughing, talking &amp;amp; listening to songs? i can't study with that retard. haha. oh yeah, she wants me to ask everyone if y'all prefer pinky, or panty. just choose one. haha this is lamezzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114658106725665874?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114658106725665874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114658106725665874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114658106725665874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114658106725665874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-seem-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114649965115230445</id><published>2006-05-01T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T03:46:14.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>towned with gail. she was like, moss like that. whole body green la. HAHA. then we watched aquamarine. it's so nice la. i like how they treasure friendship so much. i think the mermaid girl's hair is uber nice :D. now i think i like the colour aquamarine. haha. but green is still the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked &amp; took neos. i saw my dream bag again? like wth. it always appear to tempt me whenever i think i forget about it already. then i met sunshineee :D! hahaha. then when we were talking halfway, gail actually hit a man's chest when she swinged her arms. HAHA. it was damn hilarious please. i kinda think the guy was like, embarrassed and happy at the same time. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after gail's parents fetched her, we walked for a while. then my maid was rushing me to get home. wth la she. then sunshine's nice cuz she sent me to my house bus stop :). &amp;amp; then i sent her to her bus stop too. so i'm nice too. hahaha. although it was damn scary when i walked home. cuz it was all dark alr and the place was like, very deserted and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, there was a few of men standing at this place for some reasons, then i was alone and my shoe was slippery and the floor was wet so it was difficult to walk fast &amp; i had to keep looking back cuz i was scared? but managed to arrive home safely la. didn't regret sending sunshine to the bus stop, though :D. cuz im so nice la, yknow.. HAHA. haiyerr i think my skin is too thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change blogskin! but ive got no time to. and i haven't do my art. &amp;amp; haven't studied for history too. im gonna be so dead tmr. how great :/.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114649965115230445?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114649965115230445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114649965115230445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114649965115230445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114649965115230445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/05/towned-with-gail.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114627700709222283</id><published>2006-04-29T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:16:47.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want my fringe to grow long fastttt. rawr :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my dream bag, still. i saw this guy carrying it when i was in the bus. i was in half mind to drop off the bus and asked him if i could buy it or not laaa. then i remembered that i didnt have the money. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during my english paper, i wrote all the dates 28th may la. so nonsense okay. i didnt even realise? then when the teacher said, time's up. suddenly i realised. then i went to change all the dates to april. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth my room is smelling like strawberry. cuz my maid sprayed some strawberry body mist. haha. the smell is like going in my nose la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually slept from 5pm to 845am. HAHA. had tons of dreams la. i dreamt that, i met simon webbe, i was going out with my family and we went down this escalator, then i dreamt that i was in the canteen then someone closed my eyes from behind and asked me who she was. then i dreamt that i was chatting on msn. then i dreamt that i was reading someone's blog and my name was there. that person typed, sofia and i likes to say omg. so dumb okay the dream. then somemore but i forgot already. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second lesson of tuition tmr. can't wait. im gonna get sweets again :D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114627700709222283?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114627700709222283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114627700709222283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114627700709222283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114627700709222283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-my-fringe-to-grow-long-fastttt.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114568884128800470</id><published>2006-04-22T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:04:24.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Peiqi (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Joycelynn (:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Bro (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my brother replied my msg. eldest one. when i sent him a happy birthday msg? haha. damn happy la. we didn't contact each other for ages la. i had a stupid dream about a green duck. HAHA. so stupid la. someone came to talk to me &amp; told me there was a green duck or smth in school. hahaha. ptc was like, rawr. all the bad comments came out &amp;amp; my mum was like kinda sad. hurr. i dont like :(. i can't seem to bring joy to her. &amp; all the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kimberly &amp;amp; valerie's damn damn lame? haha. they called this white uniformed guy ah boy. then they shouted, ah boy! ni hen cute wor. &amp; all kinds of crap. haha was laughing like siao la. the guy actually turned to look twice? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science class during friday was eeyer. my group was supposed to talk about the menstruation cycle. then we were supposed to present la. so when discussing, we were thinking like what if someone in this group's having her period. then we present halfway that person took out her pad from her, ya. and showed it to the class &amp;amp; say, this is an example of a used pad. then pass it around the class to let them see properly. if wanna see clearly use microscope also can. then can see the red blood cells. damn gross laaa. hahaha. was funny though. okay im polluting my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's coming tonight. gna go eat with him. wonder how awkward it would be this time. oh i wanna wear contacts la :(. and i need to. the degree of my right eye is like @*^%$$#? during the health checkup, the eye check up part, there was a board which always has letters from the biggest to the smallest size, right. then my right eye only can see the biggest letter? i cant see the 2nd row alr la. siao okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth. its 246 alr &amp;amp; im meeting my mum at town. and i havent bathe yet. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit. i dont know how :/.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114568884128800470?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114568884128800470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114568884128800470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114568884128800470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114568884128800470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-peiqi-happy-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114528976892221587</id><published>2006-04-17T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T04:38:17.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; but remember that what you now have was once among the things only hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i like this quote la. it makes so much sense. but i can't seem to get it in my head.. i remember, yeah. but.. never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the algebraic sums got my brain screwed la. i dont really understand la. hurrr :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's science was funny la. there was a lizard who kept making sounds. and in my opinion the sound came from vanessa's and my table. so we were like damn scared. but we didnt want to move in front. haha. after that, we were like discussing what if a lizard got stuck underneath the wooden table. then the tail stick out. then vanessa was like, no the head stick out. damn gross? haha. okay now my blog's contaminated with the word lizard. eeyer. i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum's insisting that she's gonna come for ptc. haha wth la. she says she wanna know what i do in school. hahahah. and get to know my teachers. i was like huh? haha. hmmm. vanessa actually mixed up ptc and pts okay, HAHAHA. then we were like, pts is parent tracking system la! haha then she ohhhh-ed and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was asking stacy how to do maths. then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to me you idiot! cause i miss you....)': says:&lt;br /&gt;what is 2'divide by 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to me you idiot! cause i miss you....)': says:&lt;br /&gt;u tell me ah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around, says:&lt;br /&gt;zero?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around, says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to me you idiot! cause i miss you....)': says:&lt;br /&gt;1!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around, says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around, says:&lt;br /&gt;REALLY AH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to me you idiot! cause i miss you....)': says:&lt;br /&gt;omg.. u need to go back p1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around, says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aku menyesal. ini semua salah aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114528976892221587?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114528976892221587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114528976892221587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114528976892221587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114528976892221587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-not-spoil-what-you-have-by-desiring.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114519707876866656</id><published>2006-04-16T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T07:38:24.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towned. been eating at pastamania for 4 days already. azin, this week. im getting so damn bored of it luhhh. wanted to watch take the lead, but couldn't cuz it was gna show only at 735pm? cuz we went too late &amp; missed the 320pm one. so watched the art of seduction instead. ignore the title. ha. it was so funny la. the girl was so pretty. hahaha. i liked the part when she farted in the car. HAHA. and the prince of red tea part! haha i actually have that comic too la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song pop princess rocks like i dont know what. hahaha. i like it so much. and happily, &lt;strong&gt;kezia's gna meet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;THE CLICK FIVE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tmr .&lt;/strong&gt; the click five, okay! &amp;amp; she's not gonna attend school. im damn jealous la. hahahaha. happy for her, though. shit, im such a nice ass. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serena met this girl. i mean, lady. haha. who has piercings on her cheeks. at thailand. that part where the dimples are supposed to be? yeah. so funky la. then that day, we were towning then suddenly we saw that girl. the exact same girl. haha she's so fated with serena. from thailand to spore. &amp;amp; i think the piercings are so cool la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate chainmails la. but ppl just keep sending me nonstop :/. ha. and i think the word wiggle sounds cute. hahaha. okay, random. boohoo im bored. AND I JUST REALISED I HAVEN'T FINISH MY HOMEWORK. shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you noe the new rhcp song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around, says:&lt;br /&gt;what is, rhcp?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around, says:&lt;br /&gt;racial harmony cp?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;red HOT chilli pepper&lt;br /&gt;yinghui. says:&lt;br /&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around, says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice in my head when no one's around, says:&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was, racial harmony campaign p something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114519707876866656?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114519707876866656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114519707876866656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114519707876866656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114519707876866656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-learned-that-people-will-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114485543567084376</id><published>2006-04-12T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T08:43:52.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOLENE :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my dream bag is&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gone gone GONE. &lt;/strong&gt;hurrr so sad, okay. i fell in love with it already.. ARGH. i wanted it so so so so so much.. but there's only 8 such bags in singapore. and apparently, some stupid 8 ppl went to buy already. tsk. now all i can do is dream of owning it.. eh but there's a girl who owns it in school. maybe i should buy from her or smth. i'm desperate lahhh :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a little boy at bukitmerah library yesterday. then he was &lt;em&gt;shouting&lt;/em&gt; the abcd song. when everyone else was quiet? it was so fnoisy. so i looked at him. eh he turned out to be so cute yknow. then he saw me looking, and the next thing he did was to use the book to cover his face. so cute lahhh. then he peeped through the book. i was like, hahaha! then i did ah lian pose number 6 on him. then his grandma laughed. i didnt even know she was there pls. so i ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ganengseng guy actually said i eat like a mouse, okay. like wth. cuz i was like eating a burger, then i didnt wipe the stuff around my mouth. cuz i thought, eat finish everything then wipe what. and he actually said i eat like a &lt;em&gt;mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i went to my dentist today. then in the lift, i talked to my maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eh, the retainers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;her:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(stared at me wide-eyed) eh didn't bring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;then we go up for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so when we reached the top floor, i went in &amp; i had to say,&lt;br /&gt;can i postpone my appointment? i didn't bring my retainers today.&lt;br /&gt;the whole world was laughing la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so embarrassing pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i saw this, no standing on the steps sign pasted on the bus stairs today. i think it doesn't make sense luhh. if we don't stand on the steps, how to walk up. ha. they shld rephrase it or smth. okay the stuff inside my nose can't stop flowing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought a black market was a market with black-painted walls. &amp;amp; i learnt that a black market is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a market with black-painted walls during history lesson. oh, mrs tan finally told us she's pregnant :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&amp;amp; in the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;i still want my dream bag.&lt;br /&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/18735612-114485543567084376?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114485543567084376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114485543567084376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114485543567084376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114485543567084376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-birthday-jolene-d.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114467000468728998</id><published>2006-04-10T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T07:57:33.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i saw a person called adeline in town today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha i'm like using this as the beginning of my entry? so this adeline yap person should feel honoured k. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was discussing this with serena. imagine if, everyone's eyelashes are as long as &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;minnie mouse&lt;/span&gt;! then they would tie their eyelashes up together with their hair. HAHA. i think it's funny okay. but noone laughs at this. hahahaha. and imagine if people have muscles because they ate a bomb then it exploded inside, so all the meat popped out. to become muscles? hahaha. i saw this super muscular guy lahhh. all the muscles were like the size of tennis balls like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only get to eat ice cream CONES la. haha so sad. i wanna eat the, top part. ha. im like waiting for this ulcer &amp; cough &amp;amp; cold to cure. hurrr. i was being guai today i tried to make my locker NEAAAAT. okay not exactly my locker but the craps inside. but no matter how i tried i can't get it neaaaat. hurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pointed at some durex boxes at cheers. then i was like, how come dont have mango flavour one? then i realised i didn't say it &lt;em&gt;softly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;enough&lt;/em&gt;. &amp; everyone was staring at me. so embarrassing la. but seriously? why dont they have mango, watermelon, vanilla or even cookies &amp;amp; cream flavour? HAHAHA. different people have different taste, yknow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lowyanling's beepbeepbeep joke is &lt;strong&gt;DAMN SICK&lt;/strong&gt; okay. &amp;amp; it's not funny at all. haha. stop telling people that joke yanling. it's even more sick than the corn joke? hahaha. pooff i need to lose weight &gt;:(. im like damn fat? hurhur. my thighs are as huge as, 2 papayas sticked together? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im scared to sleep. i'm afraid that terrible dream will come again :/. hur. i dont want. &lt;em&gt;aku nggak mau kehilangan dia&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;not even in a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114467000468728998?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114467000468728998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114467000468728998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114467000468728998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114467000468728998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-saw-person-called-adeline-in-town.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114449962661513136</id><published>2006-04-08T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T05:45:23.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marie got first for cheerleading! hahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy, okay. all the efforts we put in, all the times we spent practising didnt go down the drain : D. after the event ended, went towning with lotsa people. ate at swensens. the food was great, i think. but i couldnt taste anything cuz of my flu. tsk. then went to watch ice age 2. so funny, okay! the baby mammoth was damn damn cute la. it was like, a small fur ball with eyes that are bigger than the head? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went home then went to sentosa. haha the beach was super sandy. okay beaches are supposed to be sandy but yeah, it was so difficult to walk. haha. they play weird music everywhere? ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and then, i saw a very very beautiful thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just put salt on my ulcer? haha! its freaking pain. you guys should try it. HAHA. i screamed &amp;amp; laughed like crazy okay. my maid was like laughing at me the whole time haha. hmmm. i saw this girl with about 6 or 7 piercings on both ears? haha crazy la. i was like totally staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;aku sayanggg banget sama kamu, :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114449962661513136?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114449962661513136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114449962661513136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114449962661513136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114449962661513136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/04/marie-got-first-for-cheerleading.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114425128699137636</id><published>2006-04-05T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T08:34:49.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a heart-shaped blueblack. HAHAHA. i was like staring at my knees then suddenly i realised. hmmm. my cough's like getting from bad to worse? i dont know why. i cant seem to stop coughing la. hurrr i miss eating icecream. but have to wait till this cough &amp; sore throat &amp;amp; my dont know what to cure? tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's pe was screwed.. sorry okay 2c. i cant believe y'all only gave us 4 rounds as punishment la. i promise i wont do it again. hmmm. i have this sudden craving for tuna salad. hahaha. eeyer sounds like pregnant women like that. sudden craving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since young i thought the brand reebok was called reeBOX?&lt;br /&gt;haha okay not funny.&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i still think reebox sounds nicer. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i wonder how many days a year i actually get to see my parents.&lt;br /&gt;although its hard to admit,&lt;br /&gt;but i kinda miss them somehow. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;aku terlanjur suka :].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114425128699137636?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114425128699137636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114425128699137636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114425128699137636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114425128699137636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-have-heart-shaped-blueblack.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114387384201659209</id><published>2006-03-31T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T22:44:02.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn, my hair is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;i look like some a. walaoeh. i dont wantttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;i look damn ugly.&lt;br /&gt;stupid mr park. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im like sneezing thrice? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;they say if you sneeze thrice, someone misses you.&lt;br /&gt;awwwwww. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;okay this is stupid. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive a relative who's married and both of them still has friendster,&lt;br /&gt;so cute, okay! haha. and they write testis for each other. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrr my second brother's damn skinny?&lt;br /&gt;he's 175cm tall and he's 49kg. crazy.&lt;br /&gt;like only left bones like that.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was great being able to see him, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh i havent done my homework. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so dead-ed. i didnt even bring foolscape here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i miss you ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114387384201659209?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114387384201659209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114387384201659209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114387384201659209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114387384201659209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn-my-hair-is-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114371540488826352</id><published>2006-03-30T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T02:43:24.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay its been a longlong time since i last post. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. the flight yesterday was scary. i dont know why. but yeah. i didnt get to eat any haagen dazs icecream /:! shall hope mum's friends will upgrade me to business for the flight back. HAHAHA. then i'll get to eat haagen dazs. aiyah, fat hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawning day. im like staring into space now. all the make-up's got my eyes twitching. haha! wo bu zhi dao why ive to put make up. hahaha. eh but these blue eyeshadows are pretty. hahaha. okay you cant see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im the worst cheerleader ever. ha. i cant even dance lah. i need someone to teach me how to do crumps, fast :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to singapore! hahaha. and and im cutting my hair tmr. hahaha so excited, okay. cuz im gonna cut it at a different place, with a different hairstylist now. aaahhh. some korean hairdresser who migrated here. aiya. dont know la. im scared im scared :/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; im gonna meet my second brother tmr. after 6 years not meeting each other? yeah. a long-lost brother. i didnt know this day would come whereby i'll get to see him again. we didnt even contact each other or anything after &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;an incident&lt;/span&gt;. my aunt just happened to go to bali and then she saw him? and furthermore he was working in the hotel my aunt was staying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go to wedding dinner, already! byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;120206&lt;br /&gt;you gave me a smile i could never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114371540488826352?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114371540488826352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114371540488826352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114371540488826352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114371540488826352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-its-been-longlong-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114249575931221855</id><published>2006-03-16T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T11:12:23.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;4 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ordered pizzahut. and im drinking this avocado juice now. taste like those facial scrubs. but nice la. and i ate three pieces of pizza haha. but small size la so doesnt matter. oh yeah so i was in my bro's room and my cousin chris called, then my dad picked up la. then he said to him that im out and asked him to call me on my phone. i was like hur? cuz the door was opened and i could hear him talking. then i had to call chris back la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i forgot im in indo and i said, hello may i speak to chris please? HAHA. then he was like, you think this is singapore? then i stoned for a minute. then i was like OH YA HOR HAHA. hmmm. maybe chris' gonna school in sg :D. he's busy choosing jc's now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i feel barbecued okay. the weather in indo is damn hot laaaaaaaa. the air con is like directly above me and its at the lowest temperature already la. eeyer. online during the noon is damn boring. haha. okay im gonna slp again. HAHAHA. i feel like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IM GONNA MISS ROMP. AHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or am i just the flavour of the month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114249575931221855?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114249575931221855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114249575931221855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114249575931221855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114249575931221855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/03/4-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114235479054673375</id><published>2006-03-14T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:28:10.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUTH :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha sunshine's birthday tdy. so sad i cldnt be in spore to celebrate her birthday ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realise my legs got a lot of bruises from camp cuz of the trekking. tsk. but then the good thing is that, now they've got muscles already! HAHAHA. okay at least a bit, la. hmmm. suddenly i miss how my lips touch my braces and then got that pfffftt sound haha. i want braces back! then can keep changing colours again. i dont like retainers la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to, &lt;a href="http://www.orisinal.com"&gt;www.orisinal.com&lt;/a&gt;. the games very cute la. hahaha. hmmm. my dad's coming back from hk tmr. i dont want la. sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, its 1145 midnight now and my mum wants me to shower. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss i miss i miss,&lt;br /&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/18735612-114235479054673375?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114235479054673375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114235479054673375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114235479054673375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114235479054673375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-ruth-d.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114226990914295151</id><published>2006-03-13T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:19:01.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;everything seems boring now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practically, the only things i did today was sleeping, eating, reading, bathing, sitting, drinking and chatting. it's like totally boring ring ring. my mum was lazy to drive so i didnt take any step out of the house. and my cough's getting worse :d, i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished typing the english essay at 4.53pm. and we're supposed to email it to miss koh by 5pm. so i wasnt late. haha. and im like talking to myself now. whoosh. life seems empty without my brothers around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want that adidas green jacket, the one with white sleeves and collar. so hot, la :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're the first thing i think of every morning when i wake&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you're the last thing i think of every night when i close my eyes.&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/18735612-114226990914295151?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114226990914295151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114226990914295151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114226990914295151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114226990914295151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/03/everything-seems-boring-now.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-114218195293486076</id><published>2006-03-12T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:30:34.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CAMP; I MISS I MISS I MISS ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i miss kota tinggi. i miss laughing and crapping with stacy serena vanessa yanling and cheryl in the tent at night. i miss the time when we slept in the chalet and everyone froze cuz i stupidly set the temperature to 10 degrees. i miss the time when we played indiana jones and many fell inside the mud water. i miss the time when we had breakfast lunch and dinner tgt and everyone practically complained about the food. i miss the time we sang songs and cheers tgt. i miss doing all the claps. i miss all the instructors. i miss star gazing while lying down on my sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;KOTA TINGGI. I WANT YOU BACK ):!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i even miss hiking mountpunti although it was damn tiring and scary, i even miss sleeping in the icky wet tent although it stink and stupid water droplets kept dripping on me, i even miss the scariest time of my life ever = jumping off the wooden plank for abseiling while staring at ali with this stupid terrified face, and i actually miss crossing the stupid shaky bridge! haha i scream everytime i cross that bridge. damn scary la! haha. and and i miss showering in that stupid stinky toilet, and i miss sleeping on my sleeping bag. I miss EVERYTHING ):!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried on the campfire night ok. haha was damn touching la. haha. the instructors sang cant smile without you. haha it was like, awww. i really miss camp ):! OH YEAH, did i mention that i saw a shooting star! hahaha. i saw this shooting star on the last day of the camp. in the morning la. i was like lying down on my sleeping bag with stacy and we were happily star gazing k haha. then stacy said she wanted to take a picture of the sky cuz it was like damn beautiful. got dunno how many stars okay a lot la. then just nice when she went to take her camera this shooting star went past la! like she totally missed it. so sad. haha but i made a wish :D. wishes la haha got a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if there's one mistake about the camp, it would be that there was no her around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurr but its back to usual life now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay my skin is like damn dark now. haha chocolate sia. all my relatives were like ew. ahhh i want my normal skin colour back. haha. and my nose is still red now. haha. stupid sunscreen and sunblock didnt work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cldnt slp ytd night. haha. there were two reasons la. one was because, i wasnt used to slping on a bed with a pillow and bolster after two nights of slping on sleeping bag hahaha so lame. and the other one is, a secret. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to indo tdy. haha. second time i went back alone ok hahaha. not scary anymore. i felt like i was damn cool hahaha. so thick skin HAHA. cuz im like alone and all the kids were like with their mum or parents hahahaha. got this very cool girl haha she wore baggy baggy clothes. but then hor she wore this roxy cap. HAHA i dont know why. in a plane. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i gtg. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and she made me smile the whole day, today.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i miss her freakin badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-114218195293486076?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/114218195293486076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=114218195293486076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114218195293486076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/114218195293486076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/03/camp-i-miss-i-miss-i-miss-i-miss-kota.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-113999446847912255</id><published>2006-02-15T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:35:24.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay im writing posts for sunday yesterday and today! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.sunday.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch danceworks. stc danced damn well okay! soso well. i wanna go for the danceworks 2007. but i dont think i can dance that well ):! their crump (i dunno how to spell) was so fab x). omg. and stupid-ly, we didnt get in?! we were like the first or second best la can. the judges are crazy. but the first female judge was so cool okay. her dressing style was awesome. she looked more hip than jessica alba in the movie honey. haha! her pants are so baggy la. and they looked damn heavy. hahahha. i almost asked her where she bought it. but didnt dare to x).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;valentine's! haha. my dream valentine was shawn, okay. haha. but sadly i didnt even get to see him. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did cheerleading ytd. my dissappeared bruise came out again. damn pain can! it's damn red. ask me to show you okay! hahahah. okay and i did most of the steps wrongly. sorry samantha ):! i dance damn badly, can. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's science was lame okay. i put in like 50 spatulas of potassium nitrate and it keeps dissolving, still. walao. haha. and then what comes next was the bell. haha. period end already the stupid potassium nitrate still kept dissolving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.today.&lt;br /&gt;i asked mr chandran why he wears adidas shirts everyday :D. he o.O-ed and then he was like cuz adidas paid him to sponsor them? HAHA. i thought it was real, okay! and yes that's how dumb i was. i didnt know until vanessa told me it's not real HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs anne lee didnt come tdy! when the teacher was announcing which 3 teachers didnt come tdy i was like please let one of them be mrs anne lee? and when she really said mrs anne lee i was like OMG? hahaha. eh i damn mean can. okay the ONLY reason i didnt want her to come was only because i didnt do her homework, okay. so yeah. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did the emergency thing tdy. rushed to cover up the windows until i got cut on my fourth finger okay. so pain can. it bleed la. i told mr chandran and then he was like hah i dont have a plaster now. later okay. then he announced to the whole class that we must be prepared for a real case of emergency and all. and if it really happens you wont have time to fret so much over small matters like a small cut on your finger. right SOFIA? i was like ah! hahahaha. embarrassed me, okay! haha. but worse still, elaine got cut by a penknife! ew right! she told me her blood dripped on serena's shirt. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we covered up the holes stupid-ly, okay. haha. left so many holes la. if the real thing happened we wld've died by now. eh! touch wood. but that's what all the teachers said. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for maths, mr ng didnt come today. i didnt know how to do the math paper! so i wrote at the end of the paper :&lt;br /&gt;sorry mr ng,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;and there's no time already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-113999446847912255?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/113999446847912255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=113999446847912255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/113999446847912255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/113999446847912255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/02/okay-im-writing-posts-for-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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-18735612.post-113948354423554198</id><published>2006-02-09T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T03:12:33.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i deleted all my posts. haha. cuz im scared of getting _____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the cheerleading course or sth tdy. now my knee caps have 2 pathetically big bruises. omg. but the cheerleading ppl were damn pro la. haha. so cool la. the girl was damn chio :D. and she has super nice legs! but this guy acts like a  _____. so ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr chandran got angry today. cuz we were very noisy. so yeah. he threw things around. so scary :[. oh yeah, my second, left earhole bleed yesterday. a lot. i was like touching it la. how come it was so wet. then my finger had blood and pus on it. ew la. then kept coming out. walao. im super scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, go check out streetlights' blogskins. i think her blogskins rock. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shawn won the match on tuesday! ahahaha. and he's having this movie promotion thing or sth, and his birthday celebration. on saturday at lido. uh-huh. i wanna go. but i dunno who to go with. sigh :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i have 3 pieces of art work, 3 chapters of chinese wb, d&amp;amp;t prototype, literature ws to do. and ive to study for history test on monday. walao. ahha. and ive to study for ca1. omg. i hate homework, tests and exams. uhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18735612-113948354423554198?l=theuntruth-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/feeds/113948354423554198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18735612&amp;postID=113948354423554198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/113948354423554198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18735612/posts/default/113948354423554198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theuntruth-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-deleted-all-my-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>sofia;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648221135616362263</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>
