<?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-5243873</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:11:42.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now i'm bound by the life you left behind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5243873.post-106992262088136932</id><published>2003-11-27T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:44:27.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;yummy ~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;mum cooked sweet and sour pork ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's been a long long time since she last cooked it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmmmm ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's a lot of things i wanna and need to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*go buy shiuan's prezzie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*go marina bay eat steamboat with bimbos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*seoul garden with ruth ! my beloved bimbo . heh . sound so lest .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*go with alicia to get her seamonkeys ! i wanna be their godmother . heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*go out with my dear kian . hah . explain everything further down . not go out with him alone though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*pool pool pool . my hands are itching ! *scratch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*thousands of rides in dad's new car ! weeeeeeee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*urghh .. art project ! *spoils my whole holiday*ignores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*tan tan tan . i want a tan !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;* fit fit fit . go gym ! ruth said i won't keep the routine of going twice a week . &lt;b&gt;i'm going to prove u wrong !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*kian and alivn owes me a treat !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*party party party . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holidays are just not enough !!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i got so many things to do and i haven't even completed 1 yet .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;like i said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;the art project is driving me crazy ! urgh . my mum's like nagging me to get it done .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my .... and whole body itchs ! i wanna play pool . go gym . shop till i drop dead !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my dad's got a new car which means i'm going out every night ... a least for a spin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my dad's crazy about cars . if he was damn rich he would already have thousands of cars . hahz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;forget all these ... get on with my dear &lt;b&gt;kian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahaz ... we are juz playing couples . fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;he's my dear and i'm he's honey . heh . kinda dumb but fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;couldn't sleep coz thinking of him and he go have he's golly time play games ! grrrr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but not just coz of him cannot sleep . who does he think he is ? hahaz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i wanna be fit ! ruth said i don't have determination ... i'll prove her wrong ! hmph ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my mum juz told me she and my dad's going to karaoke on *chrismaz day*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;with a group of auntie tai tai somemore ! want me to join them ! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;dunoe wad their going to say abt me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohhh ur daughter got boyfriend anot ? muz invite me to their wedding leh ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hope i can get my mum to let me celebrate with my frenz ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hope i dun go deaf the next day ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wanna be alicia's seamonkeys godmother !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-106992262088136932?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106992262088136932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106992262088136932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106992262088136932' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-10699221674810574</id><published>2003-11-27T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:36:53.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;yummy ~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;mum cooked sweet and sour pork ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's been a long long time since she last cooked it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmmmm ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's a lot of things i wanna and need to do .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*go buy shiuan's prezzie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*go marina bay eat steamboat with bimbos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*seoul garden with ruth ! my beloved bimbo . heh . sound so lest .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*go with alicia to get her seamonkeys ! i wanna be their godmother . heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*go out with my dear kian . hah . explain everything further down . not go out with him alone though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*pool pool pool . my hands are itching ! *scratch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*thousands of rides in dad's new car ! weeeeeeee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*urghh .. art project ! *spoils my whole holiday*ignores*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*tan tan tan . i want a tan !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;* fit fit fit . go gym ! ruth said i won't keep the routine of going twice a week . &lt;b&gt;i'm going to prove u wrong !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*kian and alivn owes me a treat !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*party party party . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holidays are just not enough !!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i got so many things to do and i haven't even completed 1 yet .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;like i said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;the art project is driving me crazy ! urgh . my mum's like nagging me to get it done .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my .... and whole body itchs ! i wanna play pool . go gym . shop till i drop dead !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my dad's got a new car which means i'm going out every night ... a least for a spin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my dad's crazy about cars . if he was damn rich he would already have thousands of cars . hahz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;forget all these ... get on with my dear &lt;b&gt;kian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahaz ... we are juz playing couples . fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;he's my dear and i'm he's honey . heh . kinda dumb but fun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;couldn't sleep coz thinking of him and he go have he's golly time play games ! grrrr .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but not just coz of him cannot sleep . who does he think he is ? hahaz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i wanna be fit ! ruth said i don't have determination ... i'll prove her wrong ! hmph ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my mum juz told me she and my dad's going to karaoke on *chrismaz day*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;with a group of auntie tai tai somemore ! want me to join them ! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;dunoe wad their going to say abt me ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohhh ur daughter got boyfriend anot ? muz invite me to their wedding leh ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hope i can get my mum to let me celebrate with my frenz ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hope i dun go deaf the next day ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wanna be alicia's seamonkeys godmother !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-10699221674810574?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/10699221674810574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/10699221674810574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10699221674810574' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-106882244483141176</id><published>2003-11-14T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T07:07:53.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;name = Angie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;piercings = a pair .. duh ~ then one alone ? i'm not gay .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;tattoos = maybe ? see first .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;height = 158 plus lar .. i'm short . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;shoe size = 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hair color =almost totally black cept for some brownish parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;siblings = 1 annoying sister . older somemore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;movie you rented = eh . i dun rent movies .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;movie you bought = eh ... matrix reloaded ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;song you listened to = cherish this love - a1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;song that was stuck in your head = first cut is the deepest . dunoe who sung it though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;cd you bought = i don't really buy cd's now ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;cd you listened to = make it good - a1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;person you've called = eh . "someone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;person that's called you = shiuan . talked abt tml's plans . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;tv show you've watched = some chinese serial .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;person you were thinking of = someone. you know who you are*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have a crush on someone = nope *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;you wish you could live somewhere else = i wished i'm staying in a condo . go swim everyday . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;you think about suicide = sometimes . but that was quite long ago since i thought about it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;you believe in online dating = dunoe ? sometimes u meet really great people . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;others find you attractive = dunoe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;you want more piercings = i want a belly button piercing ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;you like cleaning = i clean when i think it's dirty ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;you like roller coasters = yep . i like the thrill it gives me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;you write in cursive or print = kinda a little of both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FOR OR AGAINST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;long distance relationships = for . it can be a test for trust .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;using someone = obviously against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;suicide = dunoe . i got sucidal thoughts sometimes too . heh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;killing people = against ? i'm not sick in the mind or something .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;teenage smoking = *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;driving drunk = against .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;gay/lesbian relationships = weird but ok .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;soap operas = uhhhhh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ever cried over a girl = yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ever cried over a boy = *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ever lied to someone = yup . who don't ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ever been in a fist fight =  nope . i don't fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ever been arrested = i dun even commit crimes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;shampoo do you use = green tea .  "someone" fell in love with the smell . heh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;shoes do you wear = i don't wear shoes except school shoes that is .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;are you scared of = dark . being alone .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NUMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of times I have been in love? = not going to answer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of times I have had my heart broken? = twice by the same stupid guy somemore .. stupid me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of girls I have kissed? = eh . i'm not lest .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of boys I have kissed? = not going to tell .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of girls I've slept (in a bed) with? = never before .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of boys I've slept (in a bed) with? = shan't tell u all ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of people I would classify as true, could trust with my life type friends = eh .. 2 ppl ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of times my name has appeared in the newspaper? = a couple of times. all cuz of daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of scars on my body? = 1 . on my leg . fell of the bike .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;of things in my past that I regret? = loads. i'm very sinful . heh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;pretty = uhhh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;funny = kind of . my sis thinks i am .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hot = not really . in fact no .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;friendly = yup . come talk to me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;ugly = if i have pimples .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;loveable = ok lar ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;caring = to those i love, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;sweet = hahahahs!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;dorky = dunoe ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;5 letter word : dunoe . aye . excatly 5 ! weeeeeee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;actor/actress : dunoe . pretty can orady . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Candy : i rarely eat candies now . but i like pex candies . and honey !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cartoon :  disney ? everyone of them ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cereal : honey stars . weeeee ~  HONEY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chewing gum : wringleys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Color(s) : blue and purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Color nail polish : clear or nude colours .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Day of week : friday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Least fave day : monday . got monday blues . drag going to damn school .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Flower : blue roses !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jello flavor : honeydew ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jewelry : little dangling earrings and choker .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Special skills/talents : i can.. eh ? dance ? hahaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Summer/Winter : winter.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Trampolines or swimming pools : POOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PERSON WHO LAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Slept in your bed : me , myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Saw you cry : i didn't cry .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Made you cry : nobody .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You went to the movies with : eh . "someone" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yelled at you : the hamster .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent you an email : i don't check my mails now ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Said "I love you" and meant it? : yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas : no . but i dun wear pajamas . i wear wadevea i like to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kept a secret from everyone : forgot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cried during a movie : a million million times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ever at anytime owned new kids on the block stuff : YEP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Planned your week based on the TV Guide : grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been on stage : primary sch ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been to New York : never .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been to California : never .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hawaii : i wana go .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;China : nope .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Canada: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Europe: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Asia : i'm in asia ? duh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;South America : no . no no. no no .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wished you were the opposite sex :no ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What time is it now? 10 plus in the night ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Apples or bananas? : none . mangoes . yes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Blue or red? : BLUE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Walmart or target? : huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Spring or Fall? : spring !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What are you gonna do after you finish this? : sleep !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What was the last meal you ate? : dinner . mummy cook ! nice ! yummy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;High school or college? : ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are you bored? : kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last noise you heard? : myself singing . heh ~ tats a sound ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last smell you sniffed? : my sis's softtie MOOSE ! smells like her body lotion and saliva ! ewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last time you went out of state/province? : super long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FRIENDSHIP/LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? : yup .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you want children one day &amp; if so, how many? : one . a guy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most important thing to you in a friendship is : trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Other Info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Criminal record? : nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you speak any other languages? : chinese. but i hate ie lar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last book you read : a child called it ... lent it to hazel !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Name some of your favorite things in your bedroom? : my bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thing you dislike about yourself the most : my pimples !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Worst feeling in the world : the feeling of losing someone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who you love : bimbo's . "someone" . family . MOOSE,moosesei~hippie. mainly all the soft toys too many to name lar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Who you miss : "someone" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nickname(s): angie . gie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Initials: dun have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;How old do you look?: dunoe . ask my frenz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;How old do you act?: depends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Glasses/Contacts: bothh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Braces?: yep . last time . now retainers which hurt my gums,have to get it fixed back .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you have any pets?: hamster .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You get embarrassed: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What makes you happy?: being with my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What upsets you?: losing a friend. doing badly in an exam that i worked hard in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finish the sentence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Love being with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Miss you so much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Wish that dreams came true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Hope that ill get a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm Annoyed cuz somenoe got a similar dress as me for d and d -growls- hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Am not what u thinki am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Want to be ur girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Would Never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd Rather be doing something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Am Tired of tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Will Always be here, loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever Thought you were going to die: yupp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wanted to Run away: last time . i can't stand it !!!! grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Flunked a grade: have i ? ask my teachers ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Skipped a grade: last time . pre - school &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-106882244483141176?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106882244483141176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106882244483141176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106882244483141176' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-106782089075711253</id><published>2003-11-02T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T16:55:03.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had two days of celebration .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;once with bimbo's .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;the other with shiuan !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;weeeeeeeee ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;had alot of fun .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but it's dead tired .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;didn't had enough of sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i guess i'm kinda used to it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;cause it's like 3 days in a row ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and i adapt to stuffs very easily .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;got to head for sch later ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;tats y i'm up orady .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;woke up and saw "someone's sms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;u know who u are . heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;don't goanna name u . later u blush . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hope sweetaye*kyer brings the cd-rom later to sch .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i wanna load the pics .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;sweetaye . if you see this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm going to send &lt;b&gt;"Bigg monster"&lt;/b&gt; the pics of u .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'll send some hott ones to him . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;make him smile till he's jaw drops .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;heh . hope it really drops .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i got dark circles now . goana cover them up later .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's super dark . ew ew ew .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;goana go rest on my bed and get ready for sch later .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-106782089075711253?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106782089075711253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106782089075711253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106782089075711253' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-106761046002861800</id><published>2003-10-31T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T06:27:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;yay ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;tomorrow's my bdae !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;bimbo's are going sentosa ! yupiee !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;except for hazel . sobz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;she got to rush for her o's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;understood . message clear . very clear . heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;then going town eat fish &amp; co .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;after sentosa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my mum bought me cake today ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;blackforest cake . yummy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;midnights coming .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;happy birthday to me !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-106761046002861800?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106761046002861800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106761046002861800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761046002861800' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-106751738327145880</id><published>2003-10-30T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T04:36:23.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pissed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;i really am !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;what is the *toot* problem ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's the eve eve of my birthday !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;what's the problem ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;huh ? huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;**pissed**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-106751738327145880?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106751738327145880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106751738327145880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106751738327145880' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-106733420180774934</id><published>2003-10-28T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T01:43:27.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;simple plan - perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey, Dad, look at me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Think back, and talk to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did I grow up according to plan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And do you think I’m wasting my time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doing things I wanna do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it hurts when you disapproved all along &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now I try hard to make it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just wanna make you proud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m never gonna be good enough for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can’t pretend that I’m alright &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And you can’t change me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;‘Cause we lost it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nothin’ lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m sorry I can’t be perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now it’s just too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And we can’t go back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m sorry I can’t be perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I try not to think &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;About the pain I feel inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you know you used to be my hero? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;All the days you spent with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now seem so far away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it feels like you don’t care any more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now I try hard to make it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just wanna make you proud &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m never gonna be good enough for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can’t stand another fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And nothing’s all right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;‘Cause we lost it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And nothin’ lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m sorry I can’t be perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now it’s just too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And we can’t go back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m sorry I can’t be perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nothing’s gonna change the things that you said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And nothing’s gonna make this right again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please don’t turn your back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can’t believe it’s hard just to talk to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But you don’t understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;‘Cause we lost it all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And nothin’ lasts forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m sorry I can’t be perfect &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now it’s just too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And we can’t go back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I’m sorry I can’t be perfect &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-106733420180774934?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106733420180774934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106733420180774934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106733420180774934' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-106723491635214007</id><published>2003-10-26T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T22:08:41.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>duh ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm rotting at home now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;juz stone in front of the com doing nothing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;didn't go to school today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;coz i woke up and went back to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;guess i was too tired . lar .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i thought i could freak my mum . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;coz i didn't tell her i wasn't going to sch .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but too bad . she WASN'T freaked !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;she juz came into the room and switched off the air-con !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;grrrrrrrr ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;she alwayz does that . hmph ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i juz continued to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;heh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;naughty girl .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-106723491635214007?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106723491635214007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106723491635214007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106723491635214007' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-106717109447413111</id><published>2003-10-26T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T04:24:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the hamster died ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;she died on the way to the vet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i cried a bit ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i guess it's part of life ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and life's precious .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;you won't know what's going to happen next .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;what if u died tomorrow would you have any regrets ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;any things left undone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;treated someone badly ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;fight with a friend whom you were closed with ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;said very hurtful words to someone you loved ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;the list goes on and on ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so the best thing is live everyday with no regrets .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I MISS YOU HAMSTER .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;after crying went out to town to shop .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my dad bought me a demin halter and hipster jeans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;from yin &amp; yang .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;for my b'dae ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-106717109447413111?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106717109447413111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106717109447413111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106717109447413111' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-106707455336454979</id><published>2003-10-25T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T02:35:55.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;that goodbye of ur's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;taught me how to let go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;of love and fly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm back !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;finally found the time to sit down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and change the layout &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;been wanting to change .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but juz lazy . i guess .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i like the underworld pic .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;nice . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;selene's so pretty .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my birthday coming . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hope my friends still remember .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOPE .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;thinking of that . i have to buy hazel rose on her b'dae .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahz .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-106707455336454979?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106707455336454979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/106707455336454979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106707455336454979' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105989711508676955</id><published>2003-08-03T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T04:18:24.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;noe wad ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;my sis is sending the Lcd screen for repair tml . and it only takes a week for it to be done .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and while the screen is being repaired . my sis's bf is lending us he's com screen . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i'll still have computer to use ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and my sis is getting a new cpu . coz the com is alwayz stuck and corrupted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and the main cause of this is coz of the idiot cpu .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hope she gets a good one . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yup . i'm planning my shopping list . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's alot of things i wanna get . here's how it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brown sandals* ( those tying ones . all the way to the calves or something ? sorta impt . or else got nth to wear when i go out . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;beach shorts* ( the one at cine , hope it's still there . impt . muz buy )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;wallet . nice one . ( probably from roxy or wallet shop or something that is nice , i saw one at guess , so nice . but no $ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;silver ring . ( perlini silver )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;own hipster skirt * ( hopefully not too short or must as well don't wear . really nice ones . impt too . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;hipster jeans . ( hope mum gets the a nice and correct one from her holiday )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;formal blouse** . ( plain ones and nice ones . many of them coz i like . very impt . muz buy ! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;classy heels . ( very classy type and not too high or else i will fall when i walk . )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;halter tops . ( plain ones if i can find . )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105989711508676955?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105989711508676955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105989711508676955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105989711508676955' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105947410140361239</id><published>2003-07-29T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T03:51:47.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*are u happy now ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay guys .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i won't be bloging frm now on . coz my com's abit hay-wired .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and my sis is sending it for repair . and i dunoe how long it will be done .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i won't be on msn . and also the blog will not be updated .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and i dunoe if i can survive without the com . coz all my mp3 are inside and obviously it will be deleted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;files and stuff . ahhhhhhh . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and it will take a long long time for it to be back after repairing .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i've been hoping this day won't come . But it still did . agrrh .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hate it . no com for me now . -pouts-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105947410140361239?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105947410140361239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105947410140361239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105947410140361239' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105903779356004476</id><published>2003-07-24T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T02:09:53.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;'sorry'?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;that word holds no meaning for me no more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;its just too overused&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;why bother to say it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;when u hardly even mean it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nothing really much happened today .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;juz that i practically slacked too much during art lesson .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i can't help it either . i juz have to talk . play . and wadevea .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i ended up going home with an &lt;b&gt;almost&lt;/b&gt; empty drawing block .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;went to the street soccer court with vish . BUT ended up seeing someone i don't wish to see . And also seeing something i don't wish to see .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;it pisses me OFF !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i juz left . cause there's no reason for me to stay . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So funny during recess . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nat went to cut sharan's fringe ? and she make a fuss coz she doesn't like it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;cause one side of the hair is longer then the other side .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i helped her sorta trim it . and she thinks it looks better . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was juz glad nat didn't decide to cut my hair instead .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;coz i wanted to cut her's but i didn't coz sharan wanted to .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;well . i think nat cut sharan's fringe coz sharan cut hers ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105903779356004476?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105903779356004476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105903779356004476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105903779356004476' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105894770556826053</id><published>2003-07-23T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T01:08:25.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Nothing can stop this, not now I love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;They don't understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;They don't understand us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Was bored during class . so i made a list . here's how it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;People who mean alot to me&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- doggie * ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- my sweeties * !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- bro * (all of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Bimbo club* ! (lurve u all *MuAcKs*) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- beanie* !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- utt* !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- luke * !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- sweetiepie * !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Shiuan (but i dunoe y u dun really talk now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- The usual people at the black bench (not all though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- my real sis (i dunoe why we alwayz qua-rrel BUT i noe that she love and care for me AND no matter wad she's still my sis . thanks for fetching me to sch sometimes . Lurve ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Parents (they alwayz nag but they brought me up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- GOD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things i love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- pez candies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- M)PHOSIS stuff !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- The body shop's stuff !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Muji stuff ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Heart cushion (my dad bought for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- all the soft toys i have (dad bought also)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Beanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Can't live without&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Air-con ! so hott nowadays !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- music / mp3 (music is life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;- sweetipie&lt;/s&gt; (maybe not coz i can live a few days w/o him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Frenz (very)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Bimbo club ~ (thanks for everything , ya ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;- computer with internet (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105894770556826053?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105894770556826053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105894770556826053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105894770556826053' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105886721546170741</id><published>2003-07-22T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T02:46:55.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me wanna hold you till the morning light&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the first and last thing on my mind&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;You make me wanna surrender my soul&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;i hate you sweetiepie ! i hate you !&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today "wang da ma" catch me for not tucking in my blouse . and ask me to go find her at h5-2 . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i went to h5-2 after tucking in my blouse . and she thought i fold my socks coz it's kinda low . and she thought she could emba-ress me infront of them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so she asked me to take out my shoe . but to her surprise . i didn't fold my socks . so there's nothing she can say . wahhahaz . she made the wrong move .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;then she also said my hair looks like i juz came out from a pushing crowd . it's a mess . but of coz rite ? i mean the wind is so strong and my hair is not made of metal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;next she said my nails are long . ask me go cut it . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;luckily she didn't scream or i think i'm going to get deaf . but anyway there's no reason for her to scream .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was really glad that i quit folding my socks &lt;i&gt;long ago&lt;/i&gt; . and she didn't ask me to tie my hair .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;after last year's lesson . i quit being such a "naughty girl" in school . i mean there are ppl who are &lt;b&gt;much much&lt;/b&gt; worst then me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but that time she emba-ress me infront of da whole sch ! wtf ? and from then on i got trama when i see her . hahaz .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but i think if it was mr chia who caught me . i would be dead . from nothing into something . and he makes sure he scream loud enough to emba-ress you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;have to go find "wang da ma" tml . but i'm not going . coz i noe she will come and find me instead . so save the trouble , rite ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105886721546170741?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105886721546170741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105886721546170741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105886721546170741' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105878196489414624</id><published>2003-07-21T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T03:26:45.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm sick !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm sick !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i just woke up by my mum's call !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i mean . i'm sick . and a sick girl needs some sleep . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and . what the fuck ? u called and make a sick and sleepy girl listen to your bloody damn *toot* call ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was so so so so fed up that i juz threw the whole cordless phone on the floor . after listening to her call . and i don't noe y but i screamed . Fuck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*Squat on the floor and scream till i can't scream anymore . tears rolled down . coz i'm feeling so sick and i juz can't have peace . peace for me to sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i'm so sick and tired of people calling in when i'm sleeping . i mean i only sleep when i'm not feeling well . or it's still too early for me to get up on a saturday morning .  and juz some *toot* people who will call in .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And they are juz so fucking rude ! and so . i'm juz rude to them back . i screamed into the phone . "HELLO" ??????? and hopefully they feel guilty that they woke me up from my sleep weeeeeeeeeeeeeee early in da morning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i mean they are grown-ups . they are already in their 30's and 40's . and they juz have no manners . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;come on . blame it that u alwayz call and so &lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt; . i picked up ur fucking call .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i don't owe u anything when u call . k ? and u juz don't have to be so fucking rude ! u either call in when i'm sleeping . late in the night . or early on a saturday morning .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so too bad . finding for my mum ? she's not at home so what can i do ? don't ask me where the heck she go . i don't know ! all i know is u wake me up with ur call .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and when i wake up . it's hard for me to go back to sleep no matter how sick i am . coz i juz can't sleep !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so from now on . i'm going to hang up the bloody damn phone when i sleep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But felt better after i got to my com . and i saw a msn msg from bro ! and he's msn display pic is sooo sooo cute . a puppy . very cute .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and i juz screamed . so cute ! and i thought i saw myself smile . and i felt better . coz i'm still staring at the puppy now . but bro is offline orady .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i really want the puppy ! i don't care . i wanna ask him to lend me for a day so i can bring the puppy home ! i don't care if he shits everywhere or what . i juz want the puppy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and told xy (sweetie) that i'm feeling so sick . and she asked me to take panadol . and take care of myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;well . i'm glad that at least there's someone out there who cares for me . now everyone is like so cropped up with themself . that i think they actually don't bother abt ppl ard them anymore .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;juz took temperature and it's only 37.6 ? so low ? that i juz threw the thermometer on da floor . coz i dun like the reading . i want it to be higher .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;WaHaHAHz . i think i'm crazy already . i think the fever juz burned my brain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and xy ask me go to sch tml to pass the virus to her ! hahaz . all of us are crazy i guess ? i think we are all crazy so that's why we met each other . rite ?  hahaz . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105878196489414624?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105878196489414624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105878196489414624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105878196489414624' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105870010836628698</id><published>2003-07-20T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T04:21:48.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Everyone is changing *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;* There's no one left that's real *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why ? why must humans be like this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Friends turn their back . They gossip behind your back . Act nice to you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do the fucking do they get from all this fake front ? money ? popularity ? this is bull__ . Totally bull !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why must all this things end up like this ? what the fuck do you get ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why make the whole world hate you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why make everyone lose their faith in you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why let the fucking &lt;strong&gt;pride&lt;/strong&gt; take control ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a christian . Don't talk to me about christ when you yourself don't fucking act like one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP ALL THIS ! PLZ !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i don't know when this will end . But i want you to fucking stop it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hate hearing this and that from you ! i hate it . why do u act like you don't care . Don't believe in this stuff called RELATIONSHIP ! if you don't let it be ! don't influence me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have fucking no right to care or stop me from liking whoever guy i want . You have no right . Don't act like you know everything coz you fucking don't ! and you are fucking not &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105870010836628698?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105870010836628698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105870010836628698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105870010836628698' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105861388276708957</id><published>2003-07-19T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T04:24:45.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/sweeetxkisses/1056777634_ctures3650.jpg" border="0" alt="3650"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nokia 3650 is a groovy phone for a groovy girl/boy&lt;br&gt;like you! You're fun to hang out with and never&lt;br&gt;fails to suprise people with what's new about&lt;br&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105861388276708957?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105861388276708957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105861388276708957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105861388276708957' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105859360427128695</id><published>2003-07-18T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T22:46:44.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/Darkmink/1057238356_officepens.jpg" border="0" alt="office"&gt;&lt;br&gt;your a good ol' office pen. Happy and dependable.&lt;br&gt;you've got an optimistic outlook on life and&lt;br&gt;are down to earth. you either are just&lt;br&gt;genuinely happy and get along with everyone or&lt;br&gt;you just don't give a flying noodle what anyone&lt;br&gt;thinks about you and your different ways. You&lt;br&gt;rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Darkmink/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20pen%20are%20you%3F(with%20pics!%20oh%20joy!)/"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105859360427128695?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105859360427128695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105859360427128695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105859360427128695' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105858853931460190</id><published>2003-07-18T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T21:22:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's cross country day yesterday !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;it was so fun ! to me .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;although i didn't get into top 50 but it's juz fun . i burned alot of fats ! *Winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But it made me so tired . today woke up with muscles ache . *Blehz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;And i went out with hazel , xy and alicia ! it was so fun ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;We * okay ~ not we ! ME ! i was snatching cab with ppl ! hahaz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;actually we wanted to take bus but so many ppl ! almost half the sch was at the small bus-stop .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so we decided to take a cab to bishan to eat and SHOP ! weeeeeeeeeee ~ love shopping !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;that calivn ahz . dun let us have he's cab ! ask him to let us have it . he said NO ! *blehz* and he's friend ask me to sit on his lap if i want . wth ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;like i wanna go where they are going . what geylang lor 27 ? where's that place ? or isit geylang lor 13 ? wadevea . i dun care .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;me , hazel and alicia bought this pencil which i thought was so "classy" in a cute way . then xy said it wasn't and she doesn't like it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh . before i forget ! jean ! congrats ! u got into top top 10 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;and so after shopping we went home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i was in the bus when this 3 malay guys boarded the bus . then this guy was like "hi" . then i ignored him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;then dunoe wad they talking abt . couldn't care less . none of my business .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;then another guy was like : excuse me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;then i ignored him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so he thought i could not hear him . he said : excuse me (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so i turned back . then he asked : does this bus go to bedok ? so i said no .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;then the guy who said hi to me went to the front to ask the bus driver if the bus goes to bedok .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;then they other guy who said excuse me . asked me again . if i'm a malay or chinese . so i said chinese . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;then he and he's friend was like : chinese lar . and blah blah blah ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so they alighted and the guy who said hi . said bye before he alighted . so i juz forced a smile . coz i dunoe him .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105858853931460190?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105858853931460190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105858853931460190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105858853931460190' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105783173694599416</id><published>2003-07-10T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T03:08:56.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*it's not right*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*it's not fair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well ... i feel like bloging now .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so where shall i start ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;First , sch was kinda ok today ... "kinda" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Except for the fact that our class's goanna move to the 2nd storey , which sucks ! i mean i would rather climb 4 flight of stairs then shift to 2nd floor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i wanna kill that girl ! can't her leg juz recover ? i mean it's almost 6 months since her leg got "spoiled" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's not fair . i hate the way our sch settle things . they have no brains at all  . what's their problem ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;But soon i got over it , thinking that i could study better in the 2nd storey . Coz from then on i won't be thinking of looking out for "sweetiepie" . thinking if he got go to school anot .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i mean studies is more important then "him" . so i got over it . so bye sweetiepie . u got to take care of urself . k ? i won't be looking out for u anymore from now on ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;but given a chance i would still look out for u but i can't help it either . but i will see during certain recess , rite ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it over , i wanna study hard from now on . i can't go on slacking all my life ! it's not wad my life should be . i wanna be able to take care of myself when i grow up .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i dun wanna regret all my life . i wanna get a good job and live happily . and start a family of my own .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i know i will regret if i carry on like this ! but i'm juz lazy . i need someone to push me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i scored so badly for my mid-year . or maybe i dun call it "scored" . it's failed !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u all know that i have this small bear keychain i hang on my pouch ? the forever friends bear ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;he represent "sweetiepie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;so dun say he dirtty or wad . k ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i noe . but sheesh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105783173694599416?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105783173694599416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105783173694599416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105783173694599416' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105749537519842736</id><published>2003-07-06T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T05:42:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/evilbarbie/1047439847_BIGHRsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Greatest gun ever! 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Feel special.&lt;br&gt;Beautiful and reliable but can still scare the&lt;br&gt;living bejesus outta anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/evilbarbie/quizzes/What%20handgun%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What handgun are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105749537519842736?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105749537519842736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105749537519842736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105749537519842736' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net/ target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/smallville/lana.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105738977449242012?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105738977449242012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105738977449242012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105738977449242012' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105714791827418643</id><published>2003-07-02T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T05:11:58.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your name of Angie makes you very idealistic and generous, with the strong desire to uplift humanity leading you into situations where you can express your desire to serve others. You want to assume responsibilities and to look after people; however, you can become too involved in other people's problems and tend to worry. Your name gives you a natural desire to express along artistic and musical lines. You desire a settled home and family life, and are expressive and attentive to your loved ones. You must be careful not to become possessive and jealous of those close to you, however, as you could attract losses and unfortunate experiences. If you attach an ideal of service to your life, you could find great happiness and could express a very beautiful, happy, responsible, artistic, and generous nature. The weakness of this name is in worry, which in turn affects the nervous system, creating a tendency to be highly strung or over-sensitive to the thoughts of others. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105714791827418643?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105714791827418643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105714791827418643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105714791827418643' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105706160915049487</id><published>2003-07-01T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T05:13:29.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this sucks .... life sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105706160915049487?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105706160915049487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105706160915049487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105706160915049487' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-105668951300004870</id><published>2003-06-26T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T21:51:52.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing ...... bla bla bla ....... hello ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-105668951300004870?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105668951300004870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/105668951300004870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105668951300004870' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-95109451</id><published>2003-05-30T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T21:40:15.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/[/[Nightcrawler]/1054138356_esURiceman.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Iceman (Bobby Drake). He is a young, kind guy who we all know will greatly help out the Xmen squad someday. "&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bobby Drake (Iceman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/[Nightcrawler]/quizzes/What%20X2%20(Xmen%20United)%20Character%20are%20you!%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What X2 (Xmen United) Character are you!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-95109451?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/95109451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/95109451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95109451' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-95071185</id><published>2003-05-30T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T00:45:51.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043983202_cturesBlue.JPG" border="0" alt="Blue info"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-95071185?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/95071185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/95071185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95071185' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94981289</id><published>2003-05-28T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T02:18:30.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow ..... since when have i not been bloging ? &lt;p&gt; || Well ... i have been busy slacking so no time for blog ... hahaz ... i have a great discovery ! &lt;p&gt; ||  i find myself putting myself in other ppl's shoe very often nowadays . E specially in embarssing moments , and i try to feel what they are feeling if it was me , isit good or bad ? well , today mr jason tay (my fave teacher) brought us to avt to watch "Black hawk down" . &lt;p&gt; || Weeeeeeee ~ lucky heh ? wow ! it's so cool and josh harnette (however u spell it) . He's so cute ! But we never got to watch finish the show ... only 58 minutes coz it's end of school already ! but he's letting us watch it tomorrow again ! yeah ! He's so nice ! and there was once he sms me telling me that miss lim (vice-principle) is walking around our block , ask us to be careful . She's one horror movie ! AhhHhHhhH ~ hahaz ... and rufford and jean ! ahhhh .... They took beanie away ! jean went to spary his perfume on him ! ahhhhh .... and rufford took beanie and wack eugene sim's ass .... EeEeEEe ~ so now beanie is dirtty and smelling of guy's perfume .... hahaz .... but beanie doesn't mind and neither do i coz .... he will be dirtty again . But i'll wash him ! yup ! so this is my day in school after the exams . And i have no idea how both of them get hold of beanie ! i just came back from toilet and there , beanie was in jean's hands ! gRrrRR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94981289?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94981289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94981289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94981289' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94820716</id><published>2003-05-24T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T01:01:09.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;You are &lt;A HREF="http://store.yahoo.net/thebodyshop-au/37231.html"&gt;Mango &amp; Peach Shower Gel&lt;/A&gt; or &lt;A HREF="http://store.yahoo.com/thebodyshop-au/65643.html"Peppermint Foot Soak&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Fresh and sexy, everyone has a secret desire for you to be around them. You seldom enjoy taking centre stage, but the party is never the same without you there. You are a supportive and exciting friend who guarantees laughter and good times.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://powersugoi.net/quiz/bodyshop.php" TARGET="_top"&gt;What Body Shop Product Are You&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94820716?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94820716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94820716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94820716' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94775463</id><published>2003-05-23T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T00:01:52.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yipee ! all my studying exams are over ! Yipee ! &lt;p&gt;Time to party ! Weeeeeeeeeee ~ hahaz .... well although i got my art exam to go but i will do it tomorrow ! Time to relax now ! well maths paper 2 was easier then paper 1 ... kinda weird huh ? well , doesn't matter now , rite ? i'm so happy now ! well ..... time to party ! &lt;p&gt;*Ballons burst and Champagne pops * &lt;p&gt; *Angie screaming at the top of her lungs* &lt;p&gt;- Have u gone deaf yet ? - &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94775463?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94775463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94775463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94775463' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94775432</id><published>2003-05-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T00:00:46.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yipee ! all my studying exams are over ! Yipee ! &lt;p&gt;Time to party ! Weeeeeeeeeee ~ hahaz .... well although i got my art exam to go but i will do it tomorrow ! Time to relax now ! well maths paper 2 was easier then paper 1 ... kinda weird huh ? well , doesn't matter now , rite ? i'm so happy now ! well ..... time to party ! &lt;p&gt;*Ballons burst and Champagne pops * &lt;p&gt; *Angie screaming at the top of her lungs* &lt;p&gt;- Have u gone deaf yet ? - &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94775432?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94775432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94775432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94775432' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94673349</id><published>2003-05-20T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T23:33:29.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/VampireHuntressD/1052374625_mateiceman.jpg" border="0" alt="iceman"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your ideal mate is Bobby Drake.  With his innocent&lt;br&gt;sweetness and his boyish good looks, how can&lt;br&gt;any girl go wrong?  He's the type of guy to&lt;br&gt;supply you with all the TLC that you can&lt;br&gt;handle, and he'll always be there for you when&lt;br&gt;you need moral support, or just a shoulder to&lt;br&gt;cry on.  Though he is still young, he lacks the&lt;br&gt;experiences of life, and can be naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/VampireHuntressD/quizzes/Who%20Is%20Your%20Ideal%20X-Men%202%20Mate%3F%20(ladies%20only)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Who Is Your Ideal X-Men 2 Mate? (ladies only)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;WeEeEEeEee ~ My ideal mate is &lt;i&gt;iceman !  - wow -&lt;/i&gt; i have physics exam tomorrow .... can't believe i'm taking my own sweet time doing quizzes ! &lt;p&gt;Well , i'm off to study now ! &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Walks away -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94673349?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94673349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94673349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94673349' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94625146</id><published>2003-05-20T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T02:37:49.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My exams are here ! AHhHhhHhh ! Stress ! &lt;p&gt;Well , during the exams was boring and my classroom is so hot ! Coz it's facing the sun and it's like suana when u go in ! HAaAaZ ...everybody's snatching a seat under the miserable fans ! But i'm lucky though ! i'm sitting  juz beside the big door ... so i get the wind from the open corridors ! Not that bad . &lt;p&gt;So today is maths paper 1 ... it's so damn hard ! Wanna bash the teacher who set this paper ! Well , juz managed to go delifrance and eat the Delipotato in egg ! Yeah ! went with ruth though ... hahaz ... then next time i go i wanna eat the potato in crab meat or seafood ! Wow ! &lt;i&gt;-Drool-&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow having georaphy and chinese paper 2 ! &lt;i&gt;Stress&lt;/i&gt; i've studied Geo but not chinese .... when i see the chinese words i juz wanna sleep , can't help but so so so many chapters ! Geography only got like 3 chapters ? i rather study Geo !  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Winks-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94625146?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94625146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94625146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94625146' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94492804</id><published>2003-05-17T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T02:43:29.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so tired .... i slack today again ! &lt;p&gt;What's wrong with me ? i don't seem to get the mood to study at all ! GrRrrRr ... i'm so angry with myself you know ? well , if you don't i'm telling you now ! &lt;p&gt;I just wanna go out and party all day like never before ! But i can't ! &lt;p&gt;And i wanna eat the potato from Delifrance ! i wanna try all the flavours like : egg , crab meat and seafood ! Thinking about food ! especially my favourite food makes me so Hyper and hungry ! i don't care and i'm gonna make sure i eat all i want after the exams ! i don't care ! &lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;Sigh ~ i'm so hungry and tired now !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94492804?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94492804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94492804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94492804' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94384430</id><published>2003-05-15T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T05:28:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;* The loneliness of nights so long * The search of strength to carry on * My every hope had seemed to die * My eyes had no more tears to cry *&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;i&gt;*A guiding light that'll never fade * There's not a thing in life that i would ever trade * You're the breath of life in me * The only one that sets me free * And u have made my soul complete *&lt;/i&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94384430?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94384430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94384430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94384430' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94326008</id><published>2003-05-14T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T06:14:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catwalk-queen.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.catwalk-queen.net/quiz/julia.jpg" border="0" alt="Which Teen Movie Queen Are You?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.catwalk-queen.net"&gt;Which Teen Movie Queen Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94326008?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94326008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94326008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94326008' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94258351</id><published>2003-05-13T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T04:28:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/groovydougie/quizzes/tiedye.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/groovydougie/quizzes/pattern.htm"&gt;What Pattern Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94258351?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94258351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94258351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94258351' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94252016</id><published>2003-05-13T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T00:33:20.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Nobody loves me&lt;/i&gt; .... i feel sad but they juz dun care ... y ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;             Parents like that .... friends like that .... y ? Am i that not worthy of their love at all ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;      The world is changing so does people .... everyone's so fake , there's no one left that's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;i&gt;i find myself picking up the pieces of my broken heart , i cut myself sometimes but no one cares so i juz let it bleed &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Bleed till i die away and everyone's happy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt; is that what the world wants from me ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt; if it's so .... i'll gladly let myself bleed and die ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94252016?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94252016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94252016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94252016' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94197262</id><published>2003-05-12T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T04:47:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                              &lt;b&gt;i find myself changing into a .... i have no idea wad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Screams out loud and squats on da floor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Wad is happening ? i find myself changing from bad to worst .... and from worst to terrible .... from terrible to bitch .... from bitch to slut .....&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;p&gt;From slut to ..... witch ...... from witch to &lt;i&gt;Demon&lt;/i&gt; AhHhhHhHh ........&lt;i&gt;Screams again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;p&gt;And people r juz simply juz copycats ! wad the ? Can't they juz set their own style ? &lt;i&gt;if they have one&lt;/i&gt; But if u dun have , u can't juz simply take someone's style away ? and they juz &lt;i&gt;act&lt;/i&gt; like they dunoe they r actually  copying someone ..... So stop it ok ? &lt;i&gt;Juz stop it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;p&gt;And juz stop acting like u know someone and juz &lt;i&gt;simply backstab them when they dun even noe u&lt;/i&gt; come on .... &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;p&gt;if u r juz plain jealous .... say it  .... stop acting ok ? &lt;i&gt;if ur acting skills is so good&lt;/i&gt; i recomand u to join acting or juz simply get urself a place in the oscars . k ?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People are juz trying to overule the weak ..... what has happened to the world God created ? People r surposed to live in peace ? &lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;p&gt; i hate myself ! i hate the world ! i hate people ! i hate life ! why must it be so damn idiotic ? i hate school !    &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Runs away crying&lt;/i&gt;               &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94197262?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94197262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94197262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94197262' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-94041668</id><published>2003-05-09T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T02:03:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                          Juz woke up from an afternoon nap                Woke by some stupid man call ! Asshole sial ! people wanna sleep wan lor .... &lt;i&gt;ASSHOLE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Alwayz call  call  call        day and night                talk talk talk             Not at home lar            talk talk talk                so free .&lt;br /&gt;                               What the heck                   of all time go and disturb my sleep            i've got headache haven't recover from my sickness cannot isit ?&lt;br /&gt;             Now i can't stop cursing that stupid man ! And i seem like some violent girl         And it's who's fault ?                   That asshole Man !&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                  Shan't say anymore !            &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-94041668?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94041668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/94041668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94041668' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93900294</id><published>2003-05-06T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T19:07:55.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Staying at home now .....&lt;/i&gt; i'm so sick ! GrRRrRrr ..... didn't go to school today ... and i'm trying to find info to try get my blog better ... GRrRrRrrRr .... coz it &lt;i&gt;sucks ?&lt;/i&gt; and i'm so giddy now but i dun wanna lie on my bed and do nothing ? i haven been bloging for days ? coz i ...... i juz didn't have the time ... GrRRRrRR ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           i wrote a peom ! yeah ! Hahax ! i was studing chinese when it juz struck my mind then i juz keep writing and writing ......... it sounds so &lt;i&gt;Suicidal&lt;/i&gt; but i like .... hahax ....  &lt;br /&gt;         Sigh ~ my head hurts now coz i juz ate my medicine ? hahax ..... but i dun care i dun wanna lie on my bed again .... it's so boring .... i dun mind staying at home today coz i have 2 periods of all the hating subjects ..... &lt;br /&gt;      i wanna go watch tv lata ... hahax  (WiNk*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93900294?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93900294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93900294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93900294' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93701398</id><published>2003-05-03T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T05:22:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinitykiss.com/piercing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/trinitykiss/images/pqnavel.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinitykiss.com/piercing"&gt;Which Piercing are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93701398?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93701398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93701398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93701398' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93699546</id><published>2003-05-03T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T03:51:28.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033054044_E4WebOrder-elemental2.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are an Elementalist. Your magic stems from the&lt;br&gt;forces of nature. You might be a forest&lt;br&gt;nuturing Druid, a storm-creating Weather-Wizard&lt;br&gt;or any of the many Elementals, but one thing is&lt;br&gt;sure-- your bond with nature is strong. You can&lt;br&gt;rely heavily on nature to support yourself&lt;br&gt;aesthetically or physically for it lends you&lt;br&gt;both comfort and strength. Your instincts&lt;br&gt;rarely fail you. You are vibrantly passionate&lt;br&gt;but are sometimes carried away by your own&lt;br&gt;emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/mondracon/quizzes/Which%20Magical%20Order%20Are%20You%20In%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Magical Order Are You In?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93699546?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93699546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93699546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93699546' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93641817</id><published>2003-05-02T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T03:48:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i juz realised how suck my blog is ..... Ahhhhhhhh ... does it ? Awww man ! yuck ! yuck &lt;i&gt;yucky&lt;/i&gt; Everybody in school suck ! And Bitch* mind ur words . k ? stop staring and telling your frenz abt me ..... there's nothing wrong with me ... so what if i dun come for netball trainings anymore ? that doesn't give u any excuse to start talking abt me ..... So juz mind ur bisnnes and go be ur &lt;i&gt;goody goody&lt;/i&gt; prefect ! And i noe i dun play netball well and so do u ! so &lt;b&gt;Shut up !&lt;/b&gt; ... Heard that ? Let me see u staring at me again ..... beware of ur eyes .... they are gonna come out ! yes ! i make sure that ... i will pry them out . k ? well .... i'll stop ... i dun wanna be a violent girl ....  &lt;br /&gt;            Sighz ... played softball 2dae ...  Couldn't believe my batting skills ! Wooooooooo ~ hahax ... and i can run real fast ! Weeeeeeee ~ &lt;br /&gt;                     They cannot catch me ! hahax .... but ..... the was the first time for all of us as only 1 girl was in softball ! So some girls batting skills is good (Like Me) While others &lt;i&gt;Suck&lt;/i&gt; at it .... &lt;br /&gt;              i was running way &lt;i&gt;happily&lt;/i&gt; when that girl foul ball for like 3 times in a row and i have to like run 3 times ? &lt;i&gt;What the heck ?&lt;/i&gt; And i fell flat on my face coz i run like crazy &lt;i&gt;earlier&lt;/i&gt; and i dunoe how But i juz somehow tripped and fall although it didn't bleed but still it hurt till &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; ......... GrRrrrrR ... my Sweeties can't juz stop ignoring me in school ! (guy sweetie) ..... Probably they are shy .... which i dunoe why ....... shy for wad ? GrRrrRr ...... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93641817?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93641817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93641817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93641817' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93641039</id><published>2003-05-02T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T01:30:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/woolgather/1051848554_ltsImage15.jpg" border="0" alt="Top Brand"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I bet everyone says that about you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/woolgather/quizzes/The%20goofy%2C%20stupid%20and%20useless%3A%20What%20Shampoo%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The goofy, stupid and useless: What Shampoo Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93641039?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93641039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93641039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93641039' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93640870</id><published>2003-05-02T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T01:19:19.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/CokeandCandy/1047943808_Picture002.jpg" border="0" alt="Cocaine"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;You like to talk,&lt;br /&gt;you like to run,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all you like to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/CokeandCandy/quizzes/Which%20drug%20should%20you%20be%20hooked%20on%3F%20%5Bnow%20with%20pictures%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which drug should you be hooked on? [now with pictures]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93640870?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93640870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93640870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93640870' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93519280</id><published>2003-04-30T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T01:03:29.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TheDrummerSEW/1051676590_pDrum20Set.gif" border="0" alt="drum set"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are a drummer!! you are down to earth... but&lt;br&gt;you like to have fun... your not worried about&lt;br&gt;being the center of attention... as long as you&lt;br&gt;have a passion for what you are doing....  you&lt;br&gt;rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TheDrummerSEW/quizzes/what%20should%20you%20play%20in%20a%20band%3F.../"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what should you play in a band?...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93519280?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93519280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93519280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93519280' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93320099</id><published>2003-04-26T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T18:14:15.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>        &lt;br /&gt; Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your "me" time is sacred. And who can blame you? With all the different directions we're pulled in each day, we could all use a little time by ourselves to refuel the old battery. That's why the bedroom is a great haven for you. Surrounded by the things that comfort you most — whether down pillows, soft blankets, or your favorite knickknacks. The boudoir is a place you can take time to relax, think, and just be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's where you can tuck yourself into your favorite chair and write in your journal or climb into bed, pull the covers up, and take an undisturbed catnap. Even as kids, our bedrooms were places that were definitively ours, and that's never changed. A heavenly mixture of coziness and solitude, you'll find no better sanctuary than your very own bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with living in your favorite room, is that you tend to mess it up. But don’t worry. With Everyday Solutions , it’s easy to take care of the rooms that take the best care of you! For ideas that can turn anybody’s home into a castle &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quiz name : Where are you most at home ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93320099?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93320099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93320099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93320099' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93289540</id><published>2003-04-26T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T03:08:28.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/goannie/1051342173_csim_philo.jpg" border="0" alt="you are a big designer label model"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are a big designer label model, perhaps you&lt;br&gt;model donna karan new york..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/goannie/quizzes/what%20type%20of%20fashion%20model%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what type of fashion model are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93289540?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93289540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93289540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93289540' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93233387</id><published>2003-04-25T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T03:58:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Life doesn't always have to be painful -- but pain is still the main reason we change. Until we are in pain, we can pretend. Our ego says, 'I'm fine.' When things hurt enough ...we become vulnerable. Our ego has no more answers and we open up. Pain encourages us to get serious."&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                      -&lt;b&gt;Angie&lt;/b&gt;- ~Sweetie if u happen to read this ... it's for u~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93233387?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93233387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93233387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93233387' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-93176376</id><published>2003-04-24T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T06:44:35.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven been bloging for days ...... sorrayes ..... i'm so tired of the life i'm living now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-93176376?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93176376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/93176376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93176376' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92974623</id><published>2003-04-21T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T02:56:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;School&lt;/b&gt; was So &lt;i&gt;Boring&lt;/i&gt; today ! &lt;b&gt;So&lt;/b&gt; Boring ! but so glad i brought &lt;b&gt;Beanie&lt;/b&gt; to school today ! People was &lt;i&gt;staring&lt;/i&gt; at him ..... They are Scaring him , ok ? But maybe people think i'm acting &lt;i&gt;Cute&lt;/i&gt; with it ..... And &lt;b&gt;i'm not&lt;/b&gt; ok ? i have &lt;b&gt;Totally&lt;/b&gt; No Choice , i went to library for english then after that got art but i didn't bother to climb to the &lt;i&gt;Fourth&lt;/i&gt; level .... it's so &lt;i&gt;damn tiring&lt;/i&gt; k ? &lt;i&gt;Believe it or not&lt;/i&gt; ..... Come on . k ? i mean i have to &lt;b&gt;risk&lt;/b&gt; getting him dirty ... you have &lt;i&gt;Completely&lt;/i&gt; no idea , how Dirty (with a capital D) My School Canteen is ........ GrRRrRr ... &lt;b&gt;And&lt;/b&gt; the &lt;i&gt;Worst&lt;/i&gt; of all ! &lt;b&gt;Sweetie&lt;/b&gt; didn't come to sch today ! But can't be helped , he got headache ..... Sigh ~ GrRRrRR .... Spoiled my day's mood today ! And to think &lt;b&gt;Jean&lt;/b&gt; he told me on msn , when he said hi to me in school i didn't bother about him .... &lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt; i didn't .... &lt;i&gt;i swear i didn't hear a single thing at all&lt;/i&gt; .... oh wadevea .... &lt;b&gt;Today's&lt;/b&gt; lesson was boring  .... 3 periods of Maths ! 2 periods of Chinese ! &lt;i&gt;ewWwWwWWw&lt;/i&gt; i hate Chinese .... Somemore today do letter writting ! &lt;b&gt;Worst&lt;/b&gt; Today's juz not my &lt;i&gt;"day"&lt;/i&gt; and i've got 2 big &lt;i&gt;pimples &lt;/i&gt; on my Face ! &lt;b&gt;GrRRrRr ....&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92974623?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92974623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92974623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92974623' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92880376</id><published>2003-04-19T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T02:08:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034277680_oninnocent.jpg" border="0" alt="innocent kiss"&gt;&lt;br&gt;innocent kiss - you're cute and sweet and like it&lt;br&gt;that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What%20Sign%20of%20Affection%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92880376?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92880376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92880376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92880376' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92867489</id><published>2003-04-18T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T01:37:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1031607145_CMyDocumentsMyPicturespyrokinetic.JPG" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Pyrokinetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Legowen/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Magic%20Power%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Magic Power?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92867489?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92867489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92867489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92867489' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92711424</id><published>2003-04-16T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T01:48:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Linkin park - somewhere i belong lyrics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this began I had nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;I get lost in the nothing that’s inside of me (I was confused) &lt;br /&gt;I let it all out to find that I’m not the only person with these things in mind (inside of me) &lt;br /&gt;Well I don’t think they can see the words reveal &lt;br /&gt;This is the only real thing I got left to feel (nothing to lose) &lt;br /&gt;Just luck, hollow and alone &lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fall is just my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, what I thought was never real &lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of all the pain I felt so (release all the pain ‘til it’s gone) &lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, like I’m close to something real &lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I wanted all along &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got nothing to say &lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face (I was confused) &lt;br /&gt;Looking everywhere only to find &lt;br /&gt;That it’s not the way I imagined it all in my mind (So I implied) &lt;br /&gt;Do I have the negativity? &lt;br /&gt;Cause I can’t justify my way when everyone is looking at me (nothing to lose) &lt;br /&gt;Nothing but game, how I went along &lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fall is just my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, what I thought was never real &lt;br /&gt;I wanna let you off the day I felt so (release all the pain ‘til it’s gone) &lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, like I’m close to something real &lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I wanted all along &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never know myself until I do this on my own &lt;br /&gt;And I will never feel, anything else until my wounds are healed &lt;br /&gt;I will never make anything until I break away from me &lt;br /&gt;I will break away, and find myself today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, what I thought was never real &lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I felt so &lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel, like I’m close to something real &lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I wanted all along &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong, Somewhere I belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92711424?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92711424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92711424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92711424' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92642715</id><published>2003-04-15T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T04:06:24.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this peom in the book i'm reading now :                                               &lt;b&gt;Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  From childhood's hour i have not been&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  As others were - i have not seen &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  As others saw - i could not bring &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  My passions from a common spring -&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  From the same source i have not taken &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  My sorrow - i could not bring &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  My heart to joy at the same tone -&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  And all i lov'd - &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; lov'd alone -&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt; - in my childhood - in the dawn&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Of a most stormy life - was drawn&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  From ev'ry depth of good and ill &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  The mystery which binds me still - &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  From the torrent , or the fountain - &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  From the red cliff to the mountain -&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  From the sun that round me roll'd&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  In it's autumn tint of gold -&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  From the lighting of the sky&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  As it pass'd me flying by -&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  From the tunder , and the storm -&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  And the cloud that took the form &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  ( When the rest of heaven was blue )&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Of a demon in my view -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92642715?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92642715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92642715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92642715' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92642160</id><published>2003-04-15T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T03:49:19.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorrayes for not bloging for 2daes !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92642160?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92642160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92642160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92642160' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92425985</id><published>2003-04-11T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T06:41:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HaPpIe HaPpIe !&lt;/b&gt; Finally got my ass out da &lt;i&gt;BORING&lt;/i&gt; house ! Yeah ! Hahax ..... Actually i was going for my Dental Appoinment to make my retainer .... then it's @ Orchard so i went out to Chill out ! Yeah ! Really so happie 2dae ! &lt;b&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;/b&gt; scream baby .... &lt;i&gt;scream&lt;/i&gt; i'm outta my mind now ! juz dunoe y but juz .... &lt;i&gt;mad&lt;/i&gt;? hahax ..... i went to meet Ruth today to shop but ..... Duh ? it &lt;i&gt;Rained&lt;/i&gt; ? &lt;Hear The Tunder ?&gt; Hahax .... ok ... Wadevea ... But it was so fun ! i was feeling Damn hungry and keep &lt;i&gt;whining&lt;/i&gt; for food ! then Ruth suggested go eat &lt;b&gt;Snoopy place&lt;/b&gt; yea ! And we went in ... She ordered "grilled chicken with rice" and as for me ? i ordered "fillet with pasta" sounds nice ? Hahax .... yes ! it was Delicious ! &lt;i&gt;YUM YUM&lt;/i&gt; AwWwWwWw .... it was so &lt;i&gt;yummy&lt;/i&gt; AhHHhHhH ! hahax ..... of coz good things always have to come to an end ...... &lt;i&gt;AwWWwwwWww&lt;/i&gt; sad huh ? coz i gotta go home .... sad ...... but there's another happie thing ! yeah ! i got a new BRO ! Hahax .... His name is &lt;b&gt;gabriel&lt;/b&gt; ! Hahax .... &lt;i&gt;He's A Cutie&lt;/i&gt; !  .... Happie ..... ErRr ..... i'm not some wadevea pervert or wadevea . k ? i dun Prey on guys ..... duh ? He's such a nice sweetie ! Hahax ..... Then now he's my bro then he can discipline me ! So i dun go astray ... ya ? i'm doing this for my own good , ya ? His so discipline ..... So sad ..... i didn't noe him earlier or it will be &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt; Hahax .... Going crazy ..... Now , i dun realli feel like goin to &lt;i&gt;School&lt;/i&gt; .... So Fun !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92425985?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92425985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92425985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92425985' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92352199</id><published>2003-04-10T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T03:46:57.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.sushi-tsunami.com/va/stuff/tests/avril/2.gif" border="1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sushi-tsunami.com/va/stuff/tests/avril/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Which Avril Lavigne Song Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92352199?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92352199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92352199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92352199' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92287048</id><published>2003-04-09T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T06:07:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHECK THIS SONG OUT : GEEEEEeeee probably heard before but still ...... Never mind wadevea shit ! hahax O_o :                                                                          How can you see into my eyes &lt;br /&gt;like open doors. &lt;br /&gt;Leading you down into my core &lt;br /&gt;where I've become so numb. &lt;br /&gt;Without a soul &lt;br /&gt;my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold &lt;br /&gt;until you find it there and lead it back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up. &lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wake up. &lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside. &lt;br /&gt;Save me. &lt;br /&gt;Call my name and save me from the dark. &lt;br /&gt;Wake me up. &lt;br /&gt;Bid my blood to run. &lt;br /&gt;I can't wake up. &lt;br /&gt;Before I come undone. &lt;br /&gt;Save me. &lt;br /&gt;Save me from the nothing I've become.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know what I'm without &lt;br /&gt;you can't just leave me. &lt;br /&gt;Breathe into me and make me real &lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life. &lt;br /&gt;I've been living a lie &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing inside. &lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen inside without your touch, &lt;br /&gt;without your love, darling. &lt;br /&gt;Only you are the life among the dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this sight &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I couldn't see &lt;br /&gt;Kept in the dark &lt;br /&gt;but you were there in front of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping a 1000 years it seems. &lt;br /&gt;I've got to open my eyes to everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a thought &lt;br /&gt;Without a voice &lt;br /&gt;Without a soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me die here &lt;br /&gt;There must be something wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life. &lt;br /&gt;I've been living a lie &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sung by : Evanescence - Bring Me To Life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92287048?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92287048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92287048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92287048' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92213183</id><published>2003-04-08T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T03:38:15.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/B/blackcat000/1044139244_ink_result.jpg" border="0" alt="I see the world in Pink"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pink:&lt;br /&gt;You see the world in bright pink. The world is a&lt;br&gt;happy, happy place! You love all people and&lt;br&gt;things!! Life is great! You're just like a&lt;br&gt;happy child. Spread the cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;*this quiz was made by &lt;a&lt;br&gt;href="http://www.uinmind.com/sara"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Sara&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/blackcat000/quizzes/What%20color%20do%20you%20see%20the%20world%20in%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What color do you see the world in?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92213183?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92213183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92213183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92213183' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5243873.post-92212246</id><published>2003-04-08T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T03:08:39.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOOK A TEST AND THE RESULTS ARE : Angie, your signature color is Champagne , A sophisticated soul like you is best matched with a classic color that's always tastefully chic. That's why Champagne is your perfect pairing. You're probably known for your impeccable taste in everything from clothes to music to restaurants. And it wouldn't surprise us if you also had an unparalleled ability to know just what to say or do to handle almost every situation gracefully. Don't get the idea that your simple elegance ever makes you boring: You've got a charming flavor that makes others hang on your words to the last drop — and you're not afraid to let your bubbly personality sparkle. Sure, you may get teased at times for your love of life's finer things, but you've got diplomatic skills that are likely to take you far, both in social, and professional, situations. So here's to you, Champagne. Cheers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5243873-92212246?l=tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92212246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5243873/posts/default/92212246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tearsthatdrowntheworld.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92212246' title=''/><author><name>|| the girl ||</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15488871351775906470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
