<?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-12236952</id><updated>2011-09-25T04:38:24.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112447154826745658</id><published>2005-08-20T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T01:12:28.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok he apologized. :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112447154826745658?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112447154826745658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112447154826745658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112446482723428879</id><published>2005-08-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:20:27.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Peaceful life right now, and Im really glad. Although Im angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Edwin pissed me off and Im really pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112446482723428879?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112446482723428879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112446482723428879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112446482723428879.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112440231991764693</id><published>2005-08-19T05:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T05:58:39.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then it hit me so hard, it took me off balance, you'll never come back to me again. Yawns. A few seconds later, I was telling my computer screen, er, big deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes I think Im just crazy. Life here is ultra boring, its so boring, you simply cant stop shaving your eyebrow... Till at the end of it, you cut your own face. Well, in short, you end up like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shopping later with Mom. :) Im super glad. Heeheehee. I think shes gonna fake sleep though, just to stop me from spending money. Ok, if that happens, I'll continue to watch Dvds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I got a superb life. -Roll eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112440231991764693?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112440231991764693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112440231991764693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112437361989370311</id><published>2005-08-18T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:00:19.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heehee. Hello everybody. -Shakes head like somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im at Taiwan! :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The plane ride sucked, I didnt get to sit anywhere near my hot babe. I ended up beside a grumpy old man who kept trying to peek at my Thai stripper novel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Such a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Talking to all the homies in Spore now, I sound so nigga! :D. Cool. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112437361989370311?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112437361989370311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112437361989370311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112437361989370311.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112433944909486197</id><published>2005-08-18T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T12:30:49.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Using free Internet in Changi Airport now. Free, mmmmmmm, such a nice word. -Bid wide grin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im suppose to blog about my dear Aaronn, she is like, so cute, I love her so much. Really!! And its like, shes suppose to blog about me. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Maye, and Per too, and Nic, and Jp, and Cia, and D, Sam too! And obviously the whole of s3. ): Theres inter-class tomorrow and I cant go. -Throws tantrum. Who else? No more. Hmph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss them so much ): Sobs. I want to like, go back home now and like go to school and like... I dont know. Oh my god, this hot babe is right opposite me using the other computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok good bye everybody Im following hot babe. Hahahaha!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok must remember to get tongue stud and few pair of shoes and like, shop shop shop shop shop. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yay! Ni rocks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112433944909486197?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112433944909486197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112433944909486197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112433944909486197.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112431881577123409</id><published>2005-08-18T06:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T06:46:55.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why the fuck did I even asked you to meet and texted you. Waste of my efforts. God damn motherfucker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around 7 more hours, then byebye Singapore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112431881577123409?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112431881577123409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112431881577123409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112429225562072075</id><published>2005-08-17T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T23:24:15.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to club, like now. Ok, I dont care, Clique better get ready to go clubbing with me when I comes back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Jumps here, jumps there. Starts dancing like Mr I-think-I-dance-very-well-but-actually-I-really-suck-and-everyone-knows-that. :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the way she moves on the dancefloor, she doesnt throw my face away in any sense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is bad, this is really very bad. -Snorts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok random thoughts time. Cant blog them out it will be too obvious. -Yawns. Im learning from Jp, world peace, world peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112429225562072075?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112429225562072075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112429225562072075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112429225562072075.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112429064438895912</id><published>2005-08-17T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:57:24.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Starting off with a conversation between me and dearest Guinea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Piece of shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D: Im sorry you found out that I was a piece of shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: No lah, long ago found out, but was in denial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;D: ...Fuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find it really very very funny. Especially the part when she went Dotdotdot on Msn. Its like, a sumbolism for...thinking and... admitting? Realising the truth more like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh D, glad that you saw the ligt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heading back to Taiwan tomorrow like, in the afternoon. Gonna be back there for a few days only so its like, you all should miss me. Ya! I'll be bringing my phone back so you people still can be nice and text me (price will be same), however, I may not reply because like, the price for me is not the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So dont blame me if you're not getting anything back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just told D to choose between being an Afro-banana, or a Dancing Pig. Hahaha!! She wanted to be Rubber Panda in the end. Such great taste huh, D? Piece of shit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I woke up at 3 pm and went to school at 6 pm. Im rather impressed with my ability of sleeping and making everyone around me irritated, because they cant find me, just like Tamtam. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tamtam is Pearlyn Tam lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy because Im going back? Hmmmmm. Glad that you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She went off on the cold wednesday morning, leaving me behind&lt;/em&gt;. ): You better come back in one piece. Stupid Mind-over-body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112429064438895912?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112429064438895912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112429064438895912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112420425769976427</id><published>2005-08-16T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T23:00:34.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you know how much I care, even when Im not around, you know Im just a call away. &lt;/em&gt;(Sounds like some song.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you gives up on the world, when you tried your best but cant get anything in return, when things get unreasonable for you, when your love becomes one-sided, when you cant see the stars at night, when you cant find the light, when you just feel so alone, when everybody turns their back on you, when everything seem to go so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know Im still here and you know how much I love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont you? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(This entry is like totally for two people. Maye and you-know-who.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I sound like Harry Potter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, MathD paper was hilarious today. I totally calculated, and like, I scored only 4 marks. Out of 40. I finished in 15 mins and used the rest of the time to study Geography. I bet Anna is damn proud of me. Geography paper was a blast. First time in my entire life, I can like, answer everything, and I really mean &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;, without thinking a hole through my brain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D. So glad for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope I get at least like, a B3 for my Combine Humans. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Met Maye up and after that down to P's house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dinner, now Im like, home. Need to study for Chinese letter format tomorrow, however, I cant find the drive to, Ive only got like, sex drive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok nvm!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112420425769976427?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112420425769976427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112420425769976427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112411046447818192</id><published>2005-08-15T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:54:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rather attractive, but zero points for your attitude, so too bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lit paper was alright today. After Lit went to 'study' with Sam and her friend in the Library. I think I made them fail their PureGeog paper. Like, instantly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gah, boring day. I slept from 12pm to 8pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope your leg is fine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112411046447818192?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112411046447818192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112411046447818192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112411046447818192.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112404065856392780</id><published>2005-08-15T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T01:30:58.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To find someone new, so that you wont be allowed to stay on my mind anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112404065856392780?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112404065856392780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112404065856392780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112402772673312789</id><published>2005-08-14T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:55:26.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont bother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112402772673312789?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112402772673312789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112402772673312789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112402772673312789.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112402539205393489</id><published>2005-08-14T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:16:32.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How it taste like to kiss a lover's lips. I've lost the feeling of holding a lover's hand. The happiness is gone when a lover shows up with a rose. Pass the phase of looking at pictures and smile to myself. Lost the meaning of a hug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thrill of meeting up after a long day. Lost the way I used to smile to myself thinking about you. To walk alone, just to look for something to make you happy. Lost how I felt when I wake up to your messages.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lost the way I would love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does it feel like to hold hands and walk a long way home? How it feels to fall asleep in her arms on my bed, then wake up with her beside me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This sucks. This really rearlly sucks. Big time. Not talking about anyone, just generally speaking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forgotten how to love, how it feels like to be loved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Longing? Maybe, maybe not. Basically, simply too tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112402539205393489?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112402539205393489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112402539205393489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112402539205393489.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112399098965659030</id><published>2005-08-14T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:43:09.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One's a whore, the other one cheap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That makes me...... Hmmm, very-slutty-ought-to-be-shot-first-on-the-list-full-time-fucked-up-bitch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe even worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112399098965659030?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112399098965659030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112399098965659030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112399098965659030.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112396773054421101</id><published>2005-08-14T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T05:15:30.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I gave the world up for you yet you couldnt give me a single bit of love back. Because I messed my life up just for you and Im not gonna do the same thing again. Because you're just a liar with your sweetened words, lying to me all the time. Because Im so fucking disappointed in what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because Im just a burden to you and I still love you yet Im not gonna allow myself to go back to you and your stupid ways once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because Im just so tired of giving everything to you and not receiving anything in anyways. Because I hate to be at the second place. Because I hate to be kept in the dark. Because I hate you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because I cant handle so much emotions for you all at the same time, so Im choosing the best and the simplest way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112396773054421101?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112396773054421101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112396773054421101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112386308541427829</id><published>2005-08-13T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:12:56.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we decided on Minesweeper in the end. =/.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be a concubine, only to her selection, no one else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because it was all about her, till now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im waiting for D to be online, Im gonna tell her about Chuzzle and tell her she looks like one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112386308541427829?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112386308541427829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112386308541427829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112386308541427829.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112386287765815155</id><published>2005-08-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T00:07:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Chuzzle rolled its bloody eyes at me. I feel so angry. -Folds arms at Chuzzle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im not going to play it for the next 2 million years. -Stomps away from Chuzzle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, papers today was rather ok, I feel very disappointed for my Biology. I should have been able to study more and do better. Actually I studied alot, just that all the questions I thought that will ask for Section B didnt come out. -Starts crying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im gonna play Tic-Tac-Toe with Aaronn, however, she insists on playing Checkers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All are at ChinaBlack. I feel left out. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to turn 18 like, now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112386287765815155?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112386287765815155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112386287765815155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112377045775753830</id><published>2005-08-11T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T22:27:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this is really really very bad. I actually like, woke up late today. Oh, no surprise actually, but its just that today is like... The start of my common test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya, get the picture? But I rushed there on time. My whole class was like...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Whoa you mean you're here!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont know why but actually Im not really very proud of it. I think I lack sense of urgency. I cannot go to war in that case. (Like I want to.) But since today was Social Studies, you get what I mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chem and Eng was so so. Social Studies was quite good for the first time in my miserable life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is Biology and Chinese. Supposedly my best subjects or something. Have to do well please, or I'll commit suicide to prove my brains to the wold. -Does so proud pose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, off to study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112377045775753830?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112377045775753830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112377045775753830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112361901586039821</id><published>2005-08-10T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:23:35.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dez said ok to the idea of me turning active. Hmmm. Ok! I shall do it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After common test, Im gonna like, turn label please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112361901586039821?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112361901586039821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112361901586039821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112361901586039821.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112361784063828845</id><published>2005-08-10T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:04:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xiang Ku, Lai Shi Tan Zhi Ji Ma Bi Le Mei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Likes theres a point?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112361784063828845?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112361784063828845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112361784063828845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112359895426564802</id><published>2005-08-09T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T22:49:14.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotham sucked big time last night. I liked the place, the party was great, but I just thought it was sucky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent my night dancing most of the time alone. Which was good, I liked it. (: Aaronn was like, dancing queen. Cia too. Lol. I was going in and out of the place. Oh wells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was ok lah. Anyway Im gonna eat pizza alone. Oh, music sucked last night, big time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No new flings last night. Very sad. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112359895426564802?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112359895426564802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112359895426564802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112345347480814879</id><published>2005-08-08T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T06:24:34.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant believe I studied for the whole night, and I didnt even complete Bio. (The back part is the one thats unbelievable.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im still going to Gotham, I dont care, I'll enjoy myelf tonight, and drown myself in books from then on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna go Clementi in a while for Roti-boy. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then come back home and study somemore, then go to school at 10 to do Social Studies test. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll study study study.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112345347480814879?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112345347480814879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112345347480814879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112345347480814879.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112343681205086564</id><published>2005-08-08T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T01:48:13.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wont love no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaronn's blog is like, totally... Oh my god please. Lol. But thanks. :). Very appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Im totally gonna like, turn bung. Lol!! Or maybe active or something. Im rich, and Im rather cute, anyone? :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1264/143/1600/Picture73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1264/143/320/Picture73.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont look like me right? Haha. Nic's phone. :). Pimples totally like, very very bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gotham tonight! :D. Im gonna study, or Nic's not gonna let me go to Gotham.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112343681205086564?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112343681205086564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112343681205086564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112329064690671470</id><published>2005-08-06T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:10:46.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Know what I hate the most? The need of sneezing yet you cant, and the feeling is just there, asking you to sneeze, sneeze, sneeze.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is like, so retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Aaronn is right, the like thing is starting to become a habit, I dont mind though. Its like, quite cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112329064690671470?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112329064690671470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112329064690671470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112329064690671470.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112328989664769339</id><published>2005-08-06T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T08:58:16.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Such horrible characters, I cant be compared please. You must be a sadist, looking at all the torturous event you caused in her life, you're like, tumor or something. Terrible mouth of yours, I hope your words eat you up one day. Twisting facts so that you can win your way though, strained? You caused it yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yawns, but who am I to comment anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok Yuani, 3 second to get over it, 1, 2, 3... *Poof!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im brand-new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im quite proud of my skills of getting over things so fast, I doubt anyone on this same earth can do the same. Hiak-hiak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone meeting me later? Oh, I just remember, Ive got to like, study. Lets meet to study! :D. So exciting! Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im like, getting bitten by ants. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its funny how unworthy a thing may seem, yet treasured by others at the same time, things that others thrown out, are always getting picked up by others and seen as prized possession. Like, this world is so sick please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going back to sleep. Yawns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112328989664769339?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112328989664769339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112328989664769339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112324571651868258</id><published>2005-08-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:41:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im like, coughing none stop and like, getting feverish again. I wonder if there will be an end please. This is like, super not good lah ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112324571651868258?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112324571651868258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112324571651868258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112324571651868258.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112324502458307316</id><published>2005-08-05T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:30:24.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yawns. Like, new flings please, life is like, getting boring. I totally need to like, spice up my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok enough of rubbish. Let me update you on how pathetic I am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was suspected with DENGUE.&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHA. (Scared or not?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, in the end dont have lah. Haha. Aaronn totally prayed that I will like, end up staying in hospital again, like, how irritating. -Stars at Aaronn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Actually I dont know hat to blog about, my blog is like, totally no substance please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think Im going on monday, after Per going like...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If she dont go I wont go too."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yah, that she is me lah me lah me lah. I didnt know I mattered so much in her life! Like, totally very flattered please. -Roll eyes like, 10 million times, and like, eyeballs totally dropped out, and like, got picked away by mice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112324502458307316?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112324502458307316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112324502458307316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112314039582185262</id><published>2005-08-04T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T15:26:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally a very very good example of erm... Karma? Yeah. Oh wells, &lt;em&gt;its  not so bad&lt;/em&gt;... The rest you can carry on yourself. (: Actually I think the result of it is quite bad to you. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh wells, Im in no position to comment about the two lovebirds (coughs) since like, my love-life is kinda screwed too? Well, enjoy freedom please! -Dance around and sprinkle glitter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, guess who am I talking about? Oh my god, this entry is totally Crescent-style. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I fucking hate you&lt;/em&gt;. Oh guess who you are, this is so Crescent-style as usual. You said you'll message, dont waste my time. Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112314039582185262?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112314039582185262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112314039582185262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_112314039582185262.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112308629167301004</id><published>2005-08-04T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T00:24:51.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its quite sad to see somone try so hard, and I mocked her in front of her blog, this very afternoon. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel very sad for her and myself, for being such a... bitch? Maybe not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont like people who dont fight for what they want, they're just a waste of my time. And I try my best to fight for whatever I want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least Ive got like, 1/4 of it now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112308629167301004?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112308629167301004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112308629167301004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112307979489045151</id><published>2005-08-03T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:36:34.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think Im like, polluting Aaronn's mind somehow...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaronn : Feel so flirty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : You're young now you know? You dont flirt now, are you gonna wait till youre like, 60?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaronn : But Im nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me : Erm, it doesnt pay to be nice, you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA. I totally feel like some creature with two horns on the head. :). I totally just sent this very weird song to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we all need like, clique outing soon! :D. 4 Kings, Per, Cia, Sarah and me! Did I like, miss anyone out? Hopefully not lah huh? If not so malu. Haha!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Share-a-thought today was so funny. I think Im like, voted most Auntie in Crescent Girls' School lah ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like sending Techno to Aaronn, the last song didnt have any effect on her. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I need like, new fling or something. Like, now? Life is like, getting a lil boring and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont know what to say, I dont want a reaction I dont want, and I dont feel like predicting your reaction anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, advise of the day from my dog, &lt;strong&gt;dont do anything.&lt;/strong&gt; ( I put paper with number in front of it and see which one it bites, then see what the number say on this piece of paper which I wrote like, the number and what to do. HAHA. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( I totall took this from Aaronn's blog. Dont tell her. ) ( Totally had to cross out the Goodbye part, I find it rather stupid. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It may be over but it won't stop there, I am here for you if you'd only care. You touched my heart you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew when, my heart was blinded by you. I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell. I've been addicted to you. &lt;s&gt;Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend.&lt;/s&gt; You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I am a dreamer but when i wake, you can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me, remember us and all we used to be. I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile. I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Snorts, Im pathetic please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112307979489045151?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112307979489045151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112307979489045151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112299570087856677</id><published>2005-08-02T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:15:00.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, you really make me wonder whats the point afterall. You make me wonder where Im heading, not in the good way, obviously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mc tomorrow. But I'll stil be going Share-a-thought. It sounds fun doesnt it? Im gonna be a mother! :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss Per. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its sad to see you worry so much. Stop being sad and stressed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime I cough, its as if my lungs are gonna drop out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112299570087856677?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112299570087856677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112299570087856677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112291152026344060</id><published>2005-08-01T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:52:00.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An exange between me and the cabbie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Turn left."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Where?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Erm..... Next turning point?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAA. I find it hilarious. Anyway, I dont know lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I very angry. Im an angry girl. GRARRRRRAHHHHHHH :OOOOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I need to pass up chinese compo tmr. I think it was due last week. Sigh, no mood please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112291152026344060?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112291152026344060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112291152026344060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-anata.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112281791414017400</id><published>2005-07-31T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:51:54.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not so bad, You're just the best I ever had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obviously not you when I hope you'll just die like right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tag board is totally not working, feel like killing it. Gah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112281791414017400?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112281791414017400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112281791414017400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112281791414017400.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112280854927422356</id><published>2005-07-31T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:15:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2123010550"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for Nc chalet yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My bro and his friend are like trying to rock my house down, I have this strong urge of strangling him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to pierce my lower naval for cheap thrill. Actually its not that cheap. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im like, replaying the Smash Guitar thing on Msn over and over again to show how much agony are there inside me. Like, totally.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One is not enough, theres two and theres three. ( This is why my life is so screwed at this point of time. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can never be like me, cause I can get over things within half an hour. ( Theres like a story behind this. LOL. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darth Tong Vader is not helping at all, she totally cannot make it. I need Per.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway, last night was wonderful, LOL. :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112280854927422356?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112280854927422356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112280854927422356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112272522797292424</id><published>2005-07-30T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T20:07:07.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to blog like super fast cos Im late to meet someone. Oops. (Tonight when someone read my blog I bet she'll voodoo me.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anw, Coco was wonderful last night, dance floor was wonderful with ppl falling everywhere and unknown sea creatures attacking our friends, and the night ended with a wonderful fight, but all was wonderful. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only I know why! -Acts smart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yah, now Im heading off to Nc chalet and see if Ed can meet me up later or something to get his stuff from me. He totally told me Im a pig. -.-.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Great, super super late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112272522797292424?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112272522797292424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112272522797292424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112256280001875837</id><published>2005-07-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T23:00:00.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edwin. :D. Hes calling calling calling!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112256280001875837?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112256280001875837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112256280001875837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112256280001875837.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112256211828359876</id><published>2005-07-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:51:54.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plynn told me some super hilarious stuff, now Im like laughing non-stop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plynn: i only know tt she told vera "i hate my third party"&lt;p&gt;Plynn: sad my ass lah&lt;p&gt;Plynn: sad until siao maybe lah&lt;p&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY GOD!!!. DONT CARE HER LAH.&lt;p&gt;My views about you completely changed. Till now, then I realised, how fucking useless and a coward you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112256211828359876?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112256211828359876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112256211828359876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112256211828359876.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112256040592698298</id><published>2005-07-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:20:05.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to master the art of gerneral blogging like, now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was like, late for school as usual. I think I need to self-reflect, Im totally guilty for being a mean and childish girl during the period of 9 plus to 10 plus this morning, I was like, totally blaming the 3 kings for things they didnt do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although the feeling only went on for 10 mins. After that, there was this signal in the brain which goes like, Yuan! Fuck care lah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok! (Which now I think its rather... irresponsible of me? I dont know!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Per and Darth Tong Vader came over this afternoon. Per taught me Chem! I have like, 2 tests tomorrow. Die also I must pass Geog or that mother fucker who teach it will like, slash me and totally, mock me. Kns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Powerr up. says: &lt;strong&gt;so ms yuani, who are you with now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Relieved, yet empty.              x  YUANI. says: &lt;strong&gt;no one!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find that rather hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In peace, we find it hard to sit still, yet in times of uproar, I feel at ease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GEOG CHEM GOEG CHEM GEOG CHEM!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112256040592698298?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112256040592698298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112256040592698298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112239813537960450</id><published>2005-07-27T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:15:35.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can say all these, it shows that you didnt love me much anyway. Aint I right? Whatever. Push all the blame to me then. Like whos the one who went, I love you so much and in the end whos the same person who went, LIKE WE'LL LAST. Erm. Ok. I totally like, see your bloody mother fucking point lah ok? Seen it coming? Then whats the big reaction for? I bloody hell pushed all the blame to my fucking self by stating the fact I am the one who cant love and you bloody hell call me a what? A player? Well well well, thanks alot please. Maine as an excuse, right, shes like, totally an excuse lah ok. Like, erm, excuse me, if I need an excuse, I think I know how to come up with a better one. And so I see that you totally came up with a liking of checking people's phone, just nice its my favourite hobby too. Looks like you totally learnt the trick of discovering unfaithful acts by fucking hell checking my fucking inbox, well, save me the trouble of telling you myself anyway. Not bad, I didnt know handphones were like, so useful. And its not like you didnt save her messages so what the fuck are you complaining about? That I msg others? And so? Msg them things like, "have you eaten?" also cannot? Next time, when you get another girl, please do remember not to msg your friends ok? Toy? You call yourself my toy? Sorry you arnt that good, you're more like, bus stop? Maybe even faster, taxt stand. My loss? Ya, totally, now I see it, totally my loss for losing a person who dont reflect on her bloody self before talking about others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You think we'll last till end of year? You fucking wont try anyway."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn hell youre right that I wont try, and I wont give a fucking damn about you, and know what? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes youre fucking right, game over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112239813537960450?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112239813537960450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112239813537960450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112239813537960450.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112239376296051780</id><published>2005-07-27T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:02:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im like, totally playing D. At least shes like, more entertaining than you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this time, the thrill wont be so cheap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112239376296051780?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112239376296051780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112239376296051780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112239169560988212</id><published>2005-07-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:28:15.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm.... OK! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like, hello, you were the one who went, ok I'll decide at the end-of-the-year. Now you're blaming me for erm, having lots of totally-not-there happenings. Ive got like, totally nothing to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makes alot of sense dont you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112239169560988212?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112239169560988212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112239169560988212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112239169560988212.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112238885639312704</id><published>2005-07-26T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:40:56.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think you should go back to her. At the end of the day, we wont work out. You know it yourself. You know it very well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant love anymore. Sounds rather retarded, I feel like laughing when I type this down, yet its the truth. You want me to love you? I cant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theres no point dragging this whole thing any longer. Really no point at all. I cant feel anything at all, and its not your fault.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will be my lost at the end of the day, be happy with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;End of topic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112238885639312704?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112238885639312704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112238885639312704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112238885639312704.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112238792165020182</id><published>2005-07-26T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:25:21.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally quarreled with my mother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna stay at home tmr, dont feel too well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instant Per is gonna visit me tmr. Totally passive talks please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112238792165020182?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112238792165020182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112238792165020182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112230089924814082</id><published>2005-07-25T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:14:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont feel loved at all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel very fucked up. MIA period from today onwards please. Dont try to call me, message me, I dont know what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wont get you, out of my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its funny how you think Im trying to spite you. Do you think I need to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112230089924814082?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112230089924814082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112230089924814082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112230089924814082.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112229939182868594</id><published>2005-07-25T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T21:49:51.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking to D on Msn now. We just confirmed that Im the only girl who ever scolded her. Oops! She say its fun. Weird guinea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, ferver attack please. Im feeling like shit. Oh I had this weird dream in the hotel, the clique went to eat sotong. (%#(!^($&amp;amp;#($?!?!) It was like, er, what the hell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again, back to point one, Yuani, Yuani, who do you &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt; want? Cant make up your mind? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah I cant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112229939182868594?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112229939182868594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112229939182868594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112219414788693886</id><published>2005-07-24T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T16:35:47.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are watching Donald Duck. =/.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bunch of retards. Andrew is doing her Art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So hardworking, I totally spoilt her work just now! Oopsss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New pics! Linked them up under the pics sections!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112219414788693886?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112219414788693886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112219414788693886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112219414788693886.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112215086259369624</id><published>2005-07-24T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T04:34:22.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just got back home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amy, Andrew, Darth Tong Vader, Per and Sean are over at my place. They are like, laughing madly inside my room while Im out here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was rather ok. Quite fun lah. got to know a Lion King. Hes IQ is -40. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Per bullied him like theres no tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112215086259369624?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112215086259369624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112215086259369624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112203402625491634</id><published>2005-07-22T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:07:06.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its more like, a game. You were nothing to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was just a random remark. Anyway, House of Pigs for the clique again. Aaronn, Cia, Jp, Julian, Nic, Per and Yuani!! :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Per and Cia tried torturing me by trying to help me to pull my naval stud out. Shiok sial. :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL. I sound like some mother fucking sadist. Speech day tmr, I hope I didnt have to go. -Pukes blood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont feel like doing any art at all. -Sulks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok I'll go rush after KFC with clique, I promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like my life is not screwed enough, thanks alot man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112203402625491634?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112203402625491634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112203402625491634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112195713259021103</id><published>2005-07-21T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:45:32.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking to D online now. Shes getting more and more retarded as days goes by. I wonder what will be able to help her after all, I guess nothing. -Shrugs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope Julian is ok huh. I hope her uncle is ok. And I hope nothing will happen to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mass ponning session as usual. Per totally wore her IJ uniform to come and meet us. Shes damn funny lah ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, no mood to blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ed say he loves me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112195713259021103?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112195713259021103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112195713259021103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112186595597004873</id><published>2005-07-20T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:25:55.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got my Harry Potter for free! Per too. :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna start reading tonight. -Giggles. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School was alright today. I totally slept through as usual. Counselling after school, Craig say Im being too nice to everybody around me and I should just be selfish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Sometimes its just so fucking irritating you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Criag: Thats why you should just like, be yourself, be a bitch if you want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Oh, ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find it funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112186595597004873?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112186595597004873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112186595597004873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112186595597004873.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112178930716402049</id><published>2005-07-20T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T00:08:27.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont know what I want actually. Actually I know, I just refuse to admit only. Grrr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're just the best I ever had.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meow. Ed texted me. Hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112178930716402049?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112178930716402049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112178930716402049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112170356396032242</id><published>2005-07-19T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:19:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stepped into my room, realised the sunflower had its back turned on me. I tried to turn it back, it refused to look at me. I tried it a few times, and then I gave up. I took a look at it again,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its friends all died.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Shrugs. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went out with Nikk today. Met up with Cia and Ber they all. Was out with Indians. -Winks at them. Haha. Decided on -Cough cough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna go straight down to get it tomorrow with Cia dear. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, Maye and Lilian caught me and Nikk at Cityhall. Haha, they came to my house to borrow toilet while Nikk stayed on for dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rot around with her and I totally behaved like my brother. Think she wanted to strangle me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then sent her down. Now Im talking to Darth Tong Vader.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna go shower and sleep like, in 10 mins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112170356396032242?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112170356396032242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112170356396032242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112162365624047548</id><published>2005-07-18T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T02:15:46.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I went to Maine's blog and apprently, alot of people still havent got over the whole issue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, three of us are obviously over the entire thing, so why are you all like, still so bothered over it? Study can? I like, got no time to study loh. Yet you all want to waste your time on such time. Dont waste your youth lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, seriously, slut-face (me) was like, the one who seduced Julian lah ok? Like, slut-face totally couldnt take the fact that my own gf two time me and left me so slut-face like, totally want to like, break me bestfriend's relationship up lah ok? So yah, if you all really really want to talk about stuff right, can you all leave Maine alone and like, totally just tag slut-face?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ive got a tagboard you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the whole entire thing right? Maine was not at fault ok? I am like, the one lah ok? Im like, super evil lah ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy now? If happy, please like, dont bother Maine already ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And dont bother Julian also lah ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All slut-face's fault lah ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway like we're really like totally super duper over so like can you all like, get updated? And like, why is it that I can only like, be with Julian?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go find out and get updated yeah? Create more spices to your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im still helping you, after all these years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112162365624047548?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112162365624047548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112162365624047548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112162365624047548.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112161910599478597</id><published>2005-07-18T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T00:51:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dont you get it? I just cant be with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everybody woke up and I fell asleep today at House of Pigs. Then Nikk came and wake me up. All of us got changed and went to Town while Darth Tong Vader and Instant Per went to KAP to meet their friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA. Everybody got nicknames!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pierced my naval in Town. Totally scary. Eh, BUT NOT PAIN LEH!! So surprising! I was laughing and I totally have Nikk and Nic who were sitting outside a shock of their life. I bet they thot I was crazy or something. They were preparing for me to scream.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They ought to be shot! -BANG BANG!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that sat at Spins to wait for Nor. And then off to Ps with Jp and Nikk to meet their friend for a while. Totally had a fun time looking inside the shop. So fun. Cheap thrill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then back to Spins and Nor and Sarah went off with Jp. Then me and Nikk went to Yoshi for dinner and exchanged stories about school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She realise Crescent is mad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a good day. (: Maybe because of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112161910599478597?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112161910599478597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112161910599478597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112155210358539888</id><published>2005-07-17T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:15:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the end we couldnt get into Rouge. The plan to try to get in was damn hilarious ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yuani: My mom is gonna send our Ics down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Per: Ok, lets go and wait for your mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Both hops off with Per's friends Ic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, in the end the bouncer realised that Jp's EZ-link was scratched. So too bad for us. No Rouge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But we went to Coco Latte. :DDD. Like, totally down memory lane. I had fun trying to act like monkey with Nikk. :DD. Per was bored, so off all of us went. The kanina Dj sucks like fuck lah ok? KNS. I was staring at him all along to make him realise that the music is like, BAD. And he ignored me by looking down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Humji kia. Think I dont know huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, Per's request, so off we flew to BOMB. ( Per called it, terrorist's club. ) It was like, a Techno club. Quite fun arh!!! Ha. :DDD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Per and Jp injured themselves during a 'fight'. Ya, with PiNkOwAwA. Or whatever lah ok Per. All of us knew that you and Jp fell down ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oops, truth revealed. :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are all sound asleep like pigs, while me and Nikk are pigging out here, in front of the com.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;House of Pigs please. :D. Starring Jp, Nikk, Nic, Per and obviously, Yuani lah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like who else right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you want me to say then?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112155210358539888?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112155210358539888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112155210358539888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112151597658714285</id><published>2005-07-16T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:12:56.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back home now with Nic, Jp, Aaronn, Per and Nikk. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to Town today, Per, Julian and I, we went to sms this thing and have to go on stage to dont know do what stupid things, example, counting robots. (?!?!?!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, in the end, Per and I won. :D. Chocolate and keychain. Like, damn funny. We were like, preparing to lose since like, we didnt even rush around that kind of thing? But then, we won! Patience works please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that went out, saw a few ppl at Rockys, then off to Spins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now we're homey home. All having dinner except me, why? I dont know also.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heading down to Rouge tonight. Fun fun fun. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're so predictable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck face please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112151597658714285?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112151597658714285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112151597658714285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112151597658714285.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112144372509632674</id><published>2005-07-16T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T00:08:45.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im planning to sign up for the M1 9000 free sms thing too! Haha. Manda got it. :D. Maybe I should like, get it too and I can totally sms all those M1 users for... FREE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nvm, lame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But keeping two lines is so troublesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, come whack. Im waiting. :). Town? My place? Your place? Or what? Your choice. Just tag me, I'll be there. :DDD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like puking, think Im falling sick or something. Mass ponning session today please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everybody was at my place from morning until now. Haha. Had hell lot of fun please. It was like, super duper good. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112144372509632674?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112144372509632674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112144372509632674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112135510697072296</id><published>2005-07-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:31:46.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deepa, well, if you have the guts, come up to me and say whatever you want. This whole thing is between me and Maine. We two were friends for 4 years, comfirm longer than what you have with her. And right now its not that Im not admitting my mistakes. And if you think that its SO EASY to be in my place, I would love to exchange positions with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you dont know what is going on, dont comment, especially when you dont have the power to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And maybe you'd want to ask Maine what she commented about me before, when I treated her like a best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need to clean your specs and get a clearer picture of things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, leave me alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112135510697072296?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112135510697072296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112135510697072296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112135510697072296.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112135396464021863</id><published>2005-07-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:12:44.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Social butterfly?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112135396464021863?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112135396464021863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112135396464021863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112135396464021863.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112135152368927443</id><published>2005-07-14T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T23:16:17.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I aint so strong to love anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, you noe I totally know its my fault but too bad. Im not going to reflect on my own actions for anons, firstly, you dont even have originality, &lt;strong&gt;yours truly&lt;/strong&gt; is like totally mine? Here you are dissing me and ripping me off, can you please decide on hating me or idolizing me? Secondly, you totally like, have got zero guts to identify yourself, and here you are, trying to talk big. Thirdly, if you were totally trying to call me a slut in the 1*beep*2 thing, well...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not happy that Im a slut? Maybe you can try to be one. But I doubt you can be hotter than me. You totally C-M-I can? Oh, be more creative when dissing me please, dont bore me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112135152368927443?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112135152368927443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112135152368927443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112135152368927443.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112127344881215481</id><published>2005-07-14T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T01:02:49.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一路向北 - 周杰倫&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;後視鏡裏的世界 越來越遠的道別你轉身向背 側臉還是很美 我用眼光去追 竟聽見你的淚 在車窗外面排徊 是我錯失的機會你站的方位 跟我中間隔著淚 街景一直在後退 你的崩潰在窗外零碎 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我一路向北 離開有你的季節 你說你好累 已無法再愛上誰 風在山路吹 過往的畫面全都是我不對 細數慚愧 我傷你幾回 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112127344881215481?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112127344881215481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112127344881215481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112126771447723705</id><published>2005-07-13T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:15:14.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im running out of words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In short, I cant love as much as I did before, I wont be able to give as much as I gave. Will you still want me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No promises, I might leave whenever I like. Selfish of me, so why dont you head back to her? She wont leave you, theres no one else in her heart, as for me, you know it yourself. Why risk it? Unless you're not serious, then I wont say anything, but I do have feelings for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But so? I dont want to see you so torn apart. So this is the least I can do for you. Understand?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need sleep. In sleep, I see the person I loved so dearly, yet I lost in just 3 weeks, the person who still calls, when everything is over, trying to mend the cracks? No you cant anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112126771447723705?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112126771447723705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112126771447723705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112126771447723705.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112126717842988670</id><published>2005-07-13T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T23:06:18.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont really know what do I want. -Brainstorms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shes so super sweet. Cookies with my name. :DDDD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hes calling again. Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. Looking at my blog makes me want to laugh. Oh ya, I cant stand some people. -Shakes head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112126717842988670?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112126717842988670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112126717842988670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112126717842988670.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112125426870782354</id><published>2005-07-13T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T19:31:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll choose for you then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need to head to police post soon. Ic arh Ic... I miss you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ed called, again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112125426870782354?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112125426870782354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112125426870782354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112118072412519464</id><published>2005-07-12T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:05:24.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leave me alone. MIA period please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112118072412519464?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112118072412519464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112118072412519464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112118072412519464.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112117816975051686</id><published>2005-07-12T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:48:22.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know everything, yet you dont try to change them. Thats why she left you. And now knowing your mistakes, you dont try to change them, and you're letting people around you down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Letting me down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can never imagine how much I went through for you. You never did think about how I felt. How guilty I am now. How much emotions I have to hide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How much lies I have to make up. How I try to fake to smile without you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now what am I doing? You know it best yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate you so much you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Art tomorrow, dragging it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112117816975051686?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112117816975051686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112117816975051686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112109494471051752</id><published>2005-07-11T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T23:15:44.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can be as perfect as you do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can be as dear to me as you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can be as fun to be with except you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can make me cry the way i cried for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Different people. Take your pick. If you get it correct, no prize.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Im feeling fucked up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technically speaking, Im in no fault at all. However, my conscience is killing me, telling me I should be condemned to the 18th level of Hell. Im suffering from split personality. Oversimplified conception; at the same time, may be mistaken for something which is really quite pointless afterall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What the fuck am I talking?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However despite of guilt, Im enjoying it. Falling? Maybe I am, yet Im unsure. A kind of excitement, anticipating the next move, the next sweet serenade played out in silence, to whom only you and I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Left? Right? Left? Right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Theres no right or wrong in the Lesbian world anyway, its too small. Im just over-reacting please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In confusion we find a moment of peace, in this state, we find the sweetness we longed for, the freedom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spread your wings, and fly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112109494471051752?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112109494471051752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112109494471051752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112109494471051752.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112109343849173829</id><published>2005-07-11T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T22:51:20.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I lost my bloody mother fucking kanina wallet. Fuck loh. Theres like over $80 inside. AND MY IC. AND MY ATM CARD. Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talked to Maine in school today. Well, cheer up please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If every lesbian was to stay together on this small island, with no straights, I think it will be the top country for two-timing rates and flinging and blahblahblahblahblah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well Im quite disgusted by some stuff. Ugh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss -cough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ya lah you know who the fuck you are you stop being an ass I tell you or I'll smack Mars out of you. -BODY SLAM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont know whats there to blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112109343849173829?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112109343849173829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112109343849173829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112109343849173829.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112101763154716859</id><published>2005-07-11T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:47:11.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its a kind of love that will never die. A feeling that will never cease. I think about you day and night, you live in me, you're part of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss the days when we slept together. Lying on your chest was my favourite pass time. I can hear your heart beat so clearly, as you tell me stories of yourself, of your friends, of our future, and you start cursing your dad, and I'll tell you you're gonna get striked by thunder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss the days when we sat beside each other, talking about me, my friends, and my dream of burning down Crescent, and you told me to use a matchstick, so that the police wont be able to trace anything out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You were always there for me, always telling me everything will be ok. Always trying your best to make me smile. I can see how much you care in your eyes. You can see how much I love you in my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss the little secret hand actions telling me how much you love me in fornt of your parents, its rather difficult to keep a straight face with your stupid face. I miss my lullaby for you. I miss the way you tell me to shut up on the phone, and right after that, you'll tell me how much you missed my voice, and longed for me to be beside you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hated the way you type, you hated the way I refuse to untie my hair, I hated the fact that you've got zero time for me, you hated my tears. We hated the way we quarrel about me and you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that was the end of us. And its not coming back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;( Burst your head guessing, I aint telling anyone to whom do i dedicate this entry to. To avoid arguments and any confusions, its not for my ex-girlfriend please. )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112101763154716859?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112101763154716859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112101763154716859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112101763154716859.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112101613626337659</id><published>2005-07-11T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:22:16.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you, I wont deny that, its rather easy to see through me at times, just you want to or not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New chapter added to the storybook of life everyday. Everyday is different, just how you look at it and want to live it, with happiness? Or grief? Laughter with your friends? Or commenting on people who dont really matter in your life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can be replaced in ones life. Everyone you know has got this special chapter in your very own storybook, a place in your heart engraved with their speicial initials. No one is like the other, no matter how similar they may be. They may remind you of the other, but they are not the same really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting over someone is easy, its just if you want to or not. How much determination you put in, how much you try. Theres no such thing as unforgettable love, no such thing as eternity, or forever. No such thing as time without beginning or end; infinite time, at least theres no such thing in the name of love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can replace Jia, no one can replace Ed, just like no one can replace you. Its that simple, and they are facts. Are you looking for someone new? Or someone to substitute her? Are you looking for love? Or comfort?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you looking for truth? Or lies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want lies, everyone can sweet-talk you, and tell you one day she will come back to you. Think about it, will she? Truth breaks your heart, but learn to accept it, or you're just losing out in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you trying to prove being a fool in this set-up trap? What are you trying to show? What are you trying to gain for yourself? What are you doing to your own life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wont be able to live back tomorrow. Think about how you're wasting your time on nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You told me you dont want me to wait for nothing, speak for youself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say im like you, you're like her. You understands all these, you just dont want to accpet them. Are you being childish? Are you fooling yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes you are. You're accepting nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can wake you up from your own fantasy land, except for yoursef. No one can pull you out of it, except for yourself. Im a victim under your confusion, its ok, I dont blame you anyway, But I want you to learn facts, to learn how to accept others, and not mould another her out of others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one can be like her, and she'll never be yours again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Give up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You missed me twice. Are you gonna miss any others in your life? I may not be the one. But since she left you, shes not the one too, dont you get it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you feel offended, then its proven, this entry is talking exactly about how you feel, bullseye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112101613626337659?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112101613626337659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112101613626337659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112100373934693169</id><published>2005-07-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:55:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I wish I were you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112100373934693169?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112100373934693169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112100373934693169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112100373934693169.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112100360947335796</id><published>2005-07-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:53:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ed called. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He apologized for not replying my msg sent to him around 5 days ago, he said he misplaced his phone. Alright, glad you found it. He might be working in FarEast next week. He told me he'll inform me if he gets the job. Like you'll get like that please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told him I'll burn the place down as a present from me to him for getting a job. He screamed fuck at me. How polite, boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Labeled; gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel quite blessed somehow. I dont know why. I feel happy too, but at the same time I feel confused and lost, and not to say, sadness has been controlling me since yesterday night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom was drunk and I had to carry her home. Nikk was shocked by her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Valen just asked if Im attached. No obviously not please. Haha. Im like, jinxed remember?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally. Look what Ive got now. Ah beng boy calling me again. -Slaps Shakespeare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told you to write me a nice story, which will have a person who loves me wholeheartedly and I dont mind dying in tragedy. But hello, this is too much. I dont want him anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although the happiest days in my life were spent with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112100360947335796?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112100360947335796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112100360947335796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112100360947335796.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112094555124697276</id><published>2005-07-10T05:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T05:45:51.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just when I revealed the card, realising it was Queen of Hearts, making this the third time in the row,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I realised Im like, Queen of Broken Heart please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, nvm. Take it as I didnt say anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im at Nicole's place with Nikk the pig now. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're gonna play Neopets. Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're trying hard to find a way to connect our phones to the com. Haha. Oh I told her about my dreams of like, staying in a HDB. :D. We even tried to be Spiderman just now. Haha, obviously we failed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So shy. Hee. -Blushes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally sinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oops.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112094555124697276?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112094555124697276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112094555124697276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112094555124697276.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112092554947358817</id><published>2005-07-10T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T00:12:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im at a girl's place. Girl is playing with my handphone. She is totally..... Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I hate girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, Shakespeare can you save me? Im like, a loser in relationships, and my love life is cursed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dont mind if you're gonna kill under your pen in the ending, but I just want someone to love me wholeheartedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Easy? Set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swiss reunion was rather okok. Our table was filled with laughter, unlike the other tables. After the lunch, we went t sing Kbox. I was the only one singing, while the others clapped hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Very unwillingly I must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ugh, feelings fucked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112092554947358817?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112092554947358817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112092554947358817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112083751458486037</id><published>2005-07-08T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:45:14.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats it, its poven, my love life is cursed. Jinxed sound worse actually. Ok, my love life is &lt;em&gt;Jinxed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cant bloody hell wait for the bloody hell clock to turn another bloody hell round so that I can go for my bloody hell Swiss Reunion!! :DDD. Im super excited for it. Im gonna appear in POLKA DOTS. -Winks. Tong dear is gonna appear in a skirt. Wow! Haha!! And to think Reena, Pun, Krys, Huishan, Mel, Zirui, Hanqi... They are ALL gonna be there!! Wow wow wow!! :DDD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its rather special when you give it a careful thought, which other primary school in Singapore is like us? We have a reunion every year, and everyone tries their best to turn up. :). And everytime we meet, its like theres endless catching up and gossipings to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im super duper excited. -Does hand action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, had some weird party in my house just now. They refused to make me Queen Yuani. I feel neglected, thrown away, and unwanted. -Stares at some people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im kidding, &lt;strong&gt;I love my friends&lt;/strong&gt;. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I do I do. :DD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im sleepy. -Yawns.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Aaronn, if you guys are gonna have stupid conference on the phone later, ring me alright? I wanna join in too or I'll start whining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You wont want that to happen, would you? -Winks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112083751458486037?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112083751458486037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112083751458486037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112083751458486037.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112082472681524438</id><published>2005-07-08T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:04:32.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was a boy, she was a girl, can i make it any more obvious? He was a punk, she did ballet, what more can i say? He wanted her, she never tell, secretly she wanted him as well. &lt;strong&gt;But all of her friends, stuck up their nose, they had a problem with his bag and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;He was a skater boy, she said see you later boy, he wasn't good enough for her. &lt;strong&gt;She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space, she needed to come back down to earth&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5 years from now, she sits at home, feeding the baby she's all alone. She turns on tv, guess who she sees? Skater boy rockin on MTV. She calls up her friends, they already know, and they bought the tickets to see his show. She tags along, stands in the crowd, looks up at the man that she turned down.&lt;br /&gt;He was a skater boy, she said see you later boy, he wasn't good enough for her. Now he's a super star, slamming on his guitar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did your pretty face see what he's worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sorry girl but you missed out, Well tough luck that boy's mine now. We are more than just good friends. This is how the story ends. Too bad that you couldn't see, see the man that boy could be. &lt;strong&gt;There is more that meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just a boy, and Im just a girl, can I make it any more obvious? We are in love, haven't you heard, how we rock each others world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm with the skater boy, I said see you later boy. I'll be back stage after the show. I'll be at the studio, singing the song we wrote, about a girl you used to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Old song, but loads of hidden meanings for me. Anyway, its like totally dedicated to... Ok, its ok, I shant say anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Cough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DID YOUR PRETTY FACE SEE WHAT SHES WORTH? THERE IS MORE THAT MEETS THE EYES, I SEE THE SOUL THAT IS INSIDE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry dear girl, that girl is more than what she may seem to be, and shes important to me. I'll do anything to make her forget you, to make her mine. Trust me, Im gonna make her happy, I'll make sure she gets the best of me. The happiness that she'll get from me is happiness that you'll never be ever to give her. I may not be able to replace you, but I wont take her for granted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Flying kiss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my god Im acting like a totaly bimbo. -Blushes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112082472681524438?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112082472681524438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112082472681524438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112082472681524438.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112076295887995447</id><published>2005-07-08T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T03:13:20.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im wondering how true am I to myself. Ive been lying to myself, to others, to everyone, since that day I learnt how to twist facts, so to gain benefits for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe, Im lying, yet this time, Im not so sure about what I'll gain at the end of the chapter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or maybe Im just lying to make things easier for myself, telling myself whats right when its wrong, whats wrong when its really wrong, so that I save myself from any unexpected outcome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, when will I be able to save myself entirely from this? is there an end? If there is, when is the end coming?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope the world ends now. I need to terminate myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Did my english improve?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Out of point, as usual. Even in my blog, sometimes Im not acting like how I really am. I doubt I myself know who I really am deep inside. WHO ARE YOU YUANI? Madness. 16 years with myself and I dont know myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant find the purpose of my life actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To tell you the truth, I dont really like to laugh so much, I dont really like to be so, well, joker. I dont really like to talk so much, and I dont really like to be lame and funny. Cause I find laughter pointless, it doesnt cure shit. Yet everytime I laugh, it seems to bring a person around me out of trouble, so I laugh, or make myself funny. Or sometimes, I laugh cause I just dont want others to see that Im down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And thats what thats happening in 3S3. Right now, everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love myself too much to let others have the chance to see me down. Right, Im contridicting myself. If I had loved myself so much, I wouldnt had tried to kill myself, for a girl, who didnt love me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is rather pointless. Seeking eternal peace seem to be my only goal nowadays. However, eternal peace seem to only exsist in death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seeking death? For the moment when I can finally be true to myself? Good idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I cant leave my friends and family behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And her too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read Aaronn's blog. And I questioned myself, is this the moment to finally let go? Then again, I cant leave her at where she is, I cant bear to. Yet shes hurting me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh. I dont find a point in this entry. I dont find a point in &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; actually.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, tell me, is there a point at being nice? Why dont I hurt others to let myself have a less painful life? Does it make sense?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you? Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To add confusions to my already very confused life, I discover myself developing feelings for this someone. And its scaring me, cause its the last thing i want right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, I have this &lt;em&gt;very very VERY strong&lt;/em&gt; feeling that my love life is cursed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh dear Lord, save me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3 in the morning. I wonder where my life is heading. I wonder what my future is going to be like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ask myself whos the one my brain is thinking about, and whos the one that occupied my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I cant find the answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok thats it, enough.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im thinking about quitting Crescent. I find life there hard. I have a feeling they're trying to make things difficult for me. I dont like the way they look at me. I dont like the way they stare at my left arm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ITS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM ALRIGHT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Screw you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112076295887995447?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112076295887995447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112076295887995447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112076295887995447.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112076042780374195</id><published>2005-07-08T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T02:20:27.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a smoke. Orange Peel please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112076042780374195?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112076042780374195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112076042780374195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112073858440511324</id><published>2005-07-07T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T20:23:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Talking t Nikk on the phone now. Shes at some internet cafe surfing net. I hope she wont lose her job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Prays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why do you think you're missing something you never had?" - Joy Luck Club.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right, i shouldnt dwell over something that was never YUANI'S. Instead, I should be looking out for possible candidates to be made YUANI'S.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never did know the real me anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School was alright. I went to the sick bay today to sleep. I slept from 12 all the way to 3. And I missed my Literature class test. Oh no Yuani how could you be so stupid, or rather, lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im sick of my lifestyle, anyone wanna exchange theirs with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh by the way today is the chinese valentines. Haa. If Im not wrong lah. They say the dont know what that got seperated can finally meet today, once every year loh. So sweet. Lets clap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Claps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112073858440511324?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112073858440511324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112073858440511324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112065839434150626</id><published>2005-07-06T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T21:59:54.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sean's over at my place. We had a major stuff exchanging session, quite fun. :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you so much dear Sean, I love the bag. :D. It cheered me up!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway I saw something on D's tagboard. Oh wow. Im taken aback, and right now Im thinking through lots of stuff now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;New decisions t b made soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School was fine, I didnt sleep, although last night, I didnt shut my eyes for more than 10 mins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well well well, wht more can I say?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Action speaks so much louder than words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112065839434150626?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112065839434150626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112065839434150626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112065839434150626.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112058333571355990</id><published>2005-07-06T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T01:08:55.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've got 3 ppl t bitch about now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First 2, I shant comment on them since, well, some reasons. Give the first person some face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On t the third, oh my god you're so freaking pathetic, like I've said, if would b so much better if you would just kindly b your ownself but too bad you just dont see it that way. So well, I just cant help it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Firstly, its none of your business anymore (mayb the second person i want t bitch about should read this too.) so can you please just kindly do yourself a favor, fuck off. Just stop poking your bloody nose into her life, or for the second person, MY life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Secondly, you sound like a complete loser not able t let go of the whole issue when everbody is moving on with life. Like c'mon sister, get a grip of yourself and catch the bus and PLEASE DO SMTH ABOUT YOUR PATHETIC, HOPELESS SELF. (No, dear D, Im not pin-pointing at you.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thirdly, you're just a fuck-face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye world, sleeping time. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112058333571355990?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112058333571355990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112058333571355990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112057875004070480</id><published>2005-07-05T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:52:30.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my god, Nikk called before I even called her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Goodness, Im gonna buy 4D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112057875004070480?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112057875004070480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112057875004070480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112057875004070480.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112057865718564316</id><published>2005-07-05T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:54:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a sudden, strong urge t bitch. I need t pick on a certain someone t start. Let me think...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmm. Cant think of anyone. [edit] (Totally cancelled on some stuff since well, ask me, i might tell you if im in a good mood.) [/edit]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told Aaronn I need someone t bitch about, she ask me t tell the world how cute she is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright Aaronn I love you you're so cute like a bumble bee I love you you bring joy into my life ________________ (you can add the rest in yourself Aaronn.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think its more of I love her than how cute she is. Hmmm. Out of point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe Im gonna give Nikk a call and ask her t talk t me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112057865718564316?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112057865718564316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112057865718564316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112057865718564316.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112057776172771023</id><published>2005-07-05T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:39:58.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who am I missing? Good question. Who do I want? Another good question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is too deep, too deep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lao sai. (Theres a joke behind this, only D noe.) Didnt go t school. :D. Not going t school makes me happy. Heehee. :D. BUT tmr my day is until 630. Crescent is trying t kill me, I knew it. Growls. One day I might just die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder if Crescent is gonna print out this entry saying that Im trying t blame them for killing me, when they are like trying t make me into an artist or whtever, thus nice long art lessons. Ok print it out then. I can even print it out for you if you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh by the way Crescent dont even noe how t hack into ppl's blogs. How smart. If Im not wrong they got an award for IT or smth didnt they? -Starts t think about my future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I love Crescent. I sang the school song at Partyworld mind you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty girls, we like em' girls. :D.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a long talk with D, sort stuff out. I sounded super mean scolding her, well, just hope she'll wake up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya, D should stop watching Spongebob, shes becoming like Patrick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Once a thief, always a thief."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jigsaw piece is missing once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Money money money. They slip off your fingers like you-noe-who. Grab on t them while you have the chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everybody loves money!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112057776172771023?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112057776172771023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112057776172771023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112048873107852626</id><published>2005-07-04T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:52:13.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't mean it, when I said I didn't love you so. I should have held on tight, I never should've let you go. I didn't know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish, I was lying to myself. I couldn't have fathomed that I would ever be without your love. Never imagined I'd be, sitting here beside myself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I didn't know you, 'Cause I didn't know me. But I thought I knew everything, I never felt the feeling that I'm feeling now that I don't hear your voice, or have your touch and kiss your lips, cause I don't have a choice. Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you lying by my side. Right here, 'cause baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you left I lost a part of me.&lt;/strong&gt; It's still so hard to believe, come back baby please come back, 'cause we belong together. Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough? Who's gonna talk to me on the phone till the sun comes up? Who's gonna take your place? There ain't nobody better. We belong together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh. I miss you loads. I wonder where are you now, probably out?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should b concentrating on ther people rather than you. I've got a life t lead not like you. I've got people who need me, who is trying hard t treat me right, rather than you who dont give two fucks. I've got t study not like you. I've got friends who need me who wont pull me down t shit like yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So why do I still miss you so?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess Im just moodswinging. Im missing lots of people at this moment. Just that the radio was playing this particular song and there goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom is being noisy, drunk as usual. Super irritating. I feel like throwing her into her room. And I'll pay whoever can make her go and sleep $50.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just kidding, I dont have such money. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I still miss D though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112048873107852626?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112048873107852626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112048873107852626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112048873107852626.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112041463571153735</id><published>2005-07-04T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T02:17:15.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really hope we'll b able t work things out, I told you everything I'm thinking about already, but I stil dnoe wht are you thinking about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;So wht are you thinking about right now? Tell me darl, or we'll never b able t work this out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Drinking session right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a 7270 from my mom. :). She promised me t buy me the white cover. Im a happy girl. Heehee. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a hard time transfering all my pics over. OH! My 6170 is spoilt. How?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112041463571153735?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112041463571153735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112041463571153735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112033411066458513</id><published>2005-07-03T03:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:55:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im now dragging Nikk t play Neopets with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YAY! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHE DROWN ME WITH PEEL FRESH JUICE!!!! WALAO~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112033411066458513?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112033411066458513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112033411066458513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_112033411066458513.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112033391254736749</id><published>2005-07-03T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:51:52.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikk: Yuani, I want more drinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: oh, toilet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikk: HUH?????? -starts pushing Yuani. SO YOU'RE SAYING I HAVE T DRINK FROM TOILET ISSIT?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im being torture by a monster. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nikk is staying over at my place, shes clearing up my mini-mart. such a PIG. ok shes staring at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway was out with the usuals tday. met up with Manda and Bj too. and Bernice and Ben. my goodness. Ben's phone is totally.... #!(%&amp;!#(&amp;amp;%^#(&amp;%&amp;amp;!.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you get wht I mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if you dont want me t care I can simply dont, I can just throw you aside and let you get over her all alone. did I? I said I'll push you through, I said I'll b there for you. it seems like its just stressing you up, making myself look like im rushing into things. I told you I want us t take things slow didnt I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112033391254736749?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112033391254736749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112033391254736749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112025209001712075</id><published>2005-07-02T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T05:08:10.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you smoke I smoke too, thats how much Im in love with you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just got back from mos. Xueyun's birthday celebration. my legs are tired from all the techno, there was some rnb too. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anw, Dez, Sean and Jp is over at my place now. Sean and Dez is watching Mtv. Jp is fast asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you want me t stay, I'll never leave&lt;/em&gt;. :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, Im suppose t give Nikk a wake up call at 7 later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm, wondering if I should go for Josef Tan's wedding tmr, want t go, but doubt I'll b able t wake up lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Sean is damn hilarious. I feel like slapping her already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112025209001712075?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112025209001712075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112025209001712075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-anata.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112013724307904835</id><published>2005-06-30T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:14:03.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;fucking pissed off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheebye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont call me arh, I dont want t talk t you anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112013724307904835?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112013724307904835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112013724307904835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-112004568453855164</id><published>2005-06-29T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T19:48:04.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think my hamster is trying t break world record or smth. its eating and running non-stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway. school ended at 630. I wanted t cry. think Im doing my O level art on snakes again. ): me and Sampan is gonna hold hands and head t the zoo tgt for her giant lizards and my snakes. oh, how sweet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I slept from 11 t 330 tday. arnt you proud of meee? (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the best part is no one bothered t wake me up, and I felt as if I only slept for 10 mins after I woke up at 330.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;think I need some sleeping medication soon t control myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if theres such things lah huh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-112004568453855164?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112004568453855164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/112004568453855164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-111997096299811056</id><published>2005-06-28T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:02:45.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im gonna b a pure breed crescent girl now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im gonna bitch on my blog and totally not gonna put the name down, for the fun of it, and for the sake of crescent culture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you're an extra, an outcast, people PITY you thats why you're at where you are. true friendship? sorry, you're not earning any of it with your, i-want-t-b-popular-so-i-better-act-like-that attitude, and your bunch of friends? they treat you like a joke, you're nothing in their eye, there for the sake of being there, and wont make a difference if you die one day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;please just b yourself, you're much better off that way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-111997096299811056?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111997096299811056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111997096299811056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_111997096299811056.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-111995957599087764</id><published>2005-06-28T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:53:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaronn and Nic just left my place. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ive got art art art art art t rush. rushing like mad can? ugh. hopefully can sell lah. if not I'll just kill myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll just HOP off the building or smth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaronn and I both dig Mayday's songs. we shall go KTV and sing sing sing until theres no tmr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss D. :) shes not replying me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Im PISSED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-111995957599087764?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111995957599087764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111995957599087764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-111988691593102213</id><published>2005-06-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T23:41:55.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;talking t her on the phone is pure bliss. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she makes me laugh until i want t die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-111988691593102213?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111988691593102213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111988691593102213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_111988691593102213.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-111987635862884153</id><published>2005-06-27T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:45:58.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im bloody fucking tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i spent my day in class sleeping, smsing away, and stealing from Pearlyn's lunch box.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah im a greedy pig. -OINK.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;listening t Karen Mok's Ai now. somehow thats how i feel towards you. oh wells.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;went out with Dez in her school uniform after school today. we walked all the way from wheelock t cine. haha. she went t get my ear phones with me. and we went t MT E t try t fix my appointment with Craig. aiya, sadly he dnoe run t where, so left my number there and off we went t heeren.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we saw lots of polka dot stuff tday. i was super excited and she simply wanted t slap me a million times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;shit, i need t go and rush my hols hw. and remind Pearlyn t do the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-111987635862884153?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111987635862884153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111987635862884153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-111979990384033124</id><published>2005-06-26T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:31:43.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yuani yuani, wht are you gonna do when one day, she finds about all of it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;nothing. nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-111979990384033124?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111979990384033124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111979990384033124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_111979990384033124.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-111979977299940033</id><published>2005-06-26T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T23:29:33.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;telling nikk about how much i wanna burn my com down because i saw some disgusting picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;right right right. congrats on your happily ever after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it doesnt help when you're listening t sappy love songs and looking at uh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;god, save me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-111979977299940033?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111979977299940033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111979977299940033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_111979977299940033.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-111979785891974501</id><published>2005-06-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:57:38.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ktv with fellow punk, aaronn and nikk came and join us later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was suppose t b out studying by the way. yeah, in the end i went t study how t sing lah har? lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dont feel like bloggin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-111979785891974501?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111979785891974501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111979785891974501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-111955982052057114</id><published>2005-06-24T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T04:50:20.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REFUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; t cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-111955982052057114?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111955982052057114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111955982052057114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_111955982052057114.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12236952.post-111954903353508494</id><published>2005-06-24T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T01:50:33.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Anata.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dez just went home. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;spent the day with her and her friends. went lido t catch Initial D. haha not bad arh quite nice arh. i was telling dez abt my idol and i bet she totally wanted t slap the hell out of me. ppl were screaming when jay chou, edison chan, and shawn yue's faces came out. i was screaming for...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jay chou's dad in the show. haha. im not that sure of his english name. anthony smth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah. tell me about my taste. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;burger king for dinner. dez sent me home and she popby my room for a smoke. and we totally bitched abt me art and flipped thru magazines. and my dog bite her. ouch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lucky didnt bleed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take care of your flu guinea. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12236952-111954903353508494?l=yourstruly-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111954903353508494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12236952/posts/default/111954903353508494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yourstruly-.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-anata_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Yuan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
