<?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-21980572</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:03:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-7246889243815816070</id><published>2007-07-04T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T17:27:03.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, Adalia has decided to blog in &lt;a href="http://playlove.livejournal.com/"&gt;LiveJ&lt;/a&gt; until she feels bored of it and wants Blogger back. Byebye Blogger, Hello LiveJ! (for now, Heehee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayeee, should I delete meemaamoo? :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-7246889243815816070?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/7246889243815816070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/7246889243815816070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/07/blogger-or-livej-tskkk.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-4103789272838255416</id><published>2007-07-03T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:49:25.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why'd you go and break what's already Broken?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN was so funny just now I couldnt help but laugh. I wonder why guys like to ask such amusing questions. I wanna blog in LiveJ but I dont want MeeMaaMoo. If I dont want MeeMaaMoo, i'll hafta create another LiveJ and i'll have 2 LiveJ's. So confusing! &gt;( AIYAH ADALIA MOK WHY YOU LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE THE WEATHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-4103789272838255416?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/4103789272838255416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/4103789272838255416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/07/y-whyd-you-go-and-break-whats-already.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2657451619920023755</id><published>2007-07-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:25:43.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;You'll never find another Me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pretty fine. Town with BestBest, wanted to get TopShop shoes and Red skinnys but didnt in the end. I have no more money ): On a lighter note, I got the Colour My World necklace today! Its real cute k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No time to blog today, I've like 36484518 things to do. I need to bathe, pack my bag, pack my room, upload pictures, reply comments, do sit-ups (HAHAHA) yadayada. Ahhh I really dread school :/ Friendster's being sucha bitch today I cant reply comments, how how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must lose like 5 kilograms. I must I must. Adalia is Fat. Fat fat. And uh, Idk if I shld switch to LiveJ. Its like so fun thr! K byebyebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2657451619920023755?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2657451619920023755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2657451619920023755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/07/y-youll-never-find-another-me-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-1739315788559018004</id><published>2007-07-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:40:21.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Should I switch to LiveJournal? &gt;O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-1739315788559018004?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/1739315788559018004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/1739315788559018004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/07/should-i-switch-to-livejournal.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2725012850105851495</id><published>2007-06-28T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T21:18:16.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lady lady, One more Try,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick ): I finished one whole packet of strepsils today. And I was sniffing/coughing throughout the whole SYF preview. Dont feel like going to school tomorrow. Anyway, the whole limelight of the show was the breakdancers kkk. They're so Hot. Like Hot with the capital H. Shane took peekchas with them before, NOT FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I am so fucking annoyed. I feel like tearing my hair off my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2725012850105851495?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2725012850105851495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2725012850105851495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-lady-lady-one-more-try-sick-i.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-571654423726439477</id><published>2007-06-27T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:10:27.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;The hardest things to let go of, are the things we never really had.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody ah Melody, I'm blogging for the sake of you. Life has been a bore. Thank God its Youth Day next Monday and I get to go out. School has been fairly fine and I've been paying attention in class. But, I got caught for skirt yesterday &lt;em&gt;anofhefiufgn&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come home and only use the computer for around 2 hours these few days. Seeeeee sucha good girl right {: I think I've cca this friday and its big fuck, I cant meet Melody to collect my stuff. &lt;em&gt;Irritathangz&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy needs to use less of thy's money because thy is broke ): Oh, did I mention I saw both of my eyecandies this morning? They're still &lt;em&gt;oh-so-cute&lt;/em&gt; {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5042.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy is so fucking fat, ahhhh Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-571654423726439477?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/571654423726439477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/571654423726439477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-hardest-things-to-let-go-of-are.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2844791096116859977</id><published>2007-06-25T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T16:06:03.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why don't You see that I need You here with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I love my Bestfriend! She got me mini Kinder eggs from Aussie! {: And we've the Bes-Tie necklace from Diva now. Triple yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charisse's my life-saver. She printed my Science assignment for me because my dumbfuck printer decided to die on me just yesterday. I suppose I need a new printer now? Gahhh &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whined alot in school today. The new canteen is disgusting ): It sucks to the MAXIMUM. I've to thank Stmargs for helping me save money because I dont even want to eat the school food now. I'm 'gon bring my own food everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're weird people viewing me on Friendster :/ Should I set my profile to private? And I wanna cut bangs. K whatever. My right eye hurts, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2844791096116859977?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2844791096116859977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2844791096116859977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-whined-alot-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2994552598694567316</id><published>2007-06-23T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:33:13.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Loving hate,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to know that school is starting on Monday. I wont be able to sleep at 4 in the morning and wake up at 2pm. I will have limited access to the computer. I do not want to face teachers who only threaten to cut my hair. I hate tests and exams that will only bring me down. Momma wont allow me to go out anymore. This is so not consoling at all, will someone pleaseeee tell me that the holidays wont end so soon? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I'll be stuck at home for the whole day tomorrow. Great, I dont know why I'm wasting my last day away &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just counted the total amount of moolahs I need to complete my wishlist. $8500 more or less. Oh-so-fucking-awesomeZ. I'll prolly take 5 years to get everything, unless .. You love me and you want to help! {: &lt;a href="http://meemaamoo.livejournal.com/3315.html#cutid1"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt; Goodnight and lets all pray that MOE decides to extend the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2994552598694567316?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2994552598694567316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2994552598694567316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-loving-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-7702574236274773143</id><published>2007-06-23T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:14:27.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For VV. Click to enlarge the images. Oh and you need to have Photoshop {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9exVOUR7yM/RnzfdZEVDjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-uujhxHL7-k/s1600-h/Tutorial1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079180175805320754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9exVOUR7yM/RnzfdZEVDjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-uujhxHL7-k/s320/Tutorial1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Select part of your picture using the Rectangular Tool (actually you can choose the shape you want on the top bar). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9exVOUR7yM/RnzgOJEVDkI/AAAAAAAAACA/O3QiX_-IQgA/s1600-h/Tutorial2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079181013323943490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S9exVOUR7yM/RnzgOJEVDkI/AAAAAAAAACA/O3QiX_-IQgA/s320/Tutorial2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right-click, then Make Selection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9exVOUR7yM/RnzhzZEVDlI/AAAAAAAAACI/cWXFMNFGcYQ/s1600-h/Tutorial3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079182752785698386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9exVOUR7yM/RnzhzZEVDlI/AAAAAAAAACI/cWXFMNFGcYQ/s320/Tutorial3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using the Rectangular Marquee Tool, right-click and select inverse. Choose the colours that you want, then go to Image &gt; Adjustments &gt; Gradient Map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9exVOUR7yM/RnziUpEVDmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sm6nxzKtgvQ/s1600-h/Tutorial4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079183324016348770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S9exVOUR7yM/RnziUpEVDmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/sm6nxzKtgvQ/s320/Tutorial4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final result {:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-7702574236274773143?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/7702574236274773143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/7702574236274773143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S9exVOUR7yM/RnzfdZEVDjI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-uujhxHL7-k/s72-c/Tutorial1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-3934622048426674377</id><published>2007-06-22T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:15:06.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll sing you every song I know if it will make you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a Lovely day. I went out with Melody and spent a lot, to me that is. But Momma didnt scold me, so Adalia's a happy girl today {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a Polly Pocket top from Heeren, Panda pouch and Birdie Tunic from FarEast. All that Melody's fault for making me buy Birdie Tunic! But its like damn nice and I love it alot k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am damn lazy and I've a feeling I'll go on a hiatus soon. Let the pichaaas do the talking {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7423.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7425.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7426.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7427.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7431.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7445.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7446.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ThankYou Melody for making Adalia a happy girl! {:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7461.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly Pocket Top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7490.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda Pouchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7494.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIRDIE TUNIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. I dont want school to start. Screw education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-3934622048426674377?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3934622048426674377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3934622048426674377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-ill-sing-you-every-song-i-know-if-it.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-3547803202345562921</id><published>2007-06-22T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:32:01.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I kinda miss &lt;em&gt;(fillintheblank)&lt;/em&gt; and I so wanna go out with &lt;em&gt;(fillintheblank)&lt;/em&gt; before school reopens but I know I'm dreaming. And yes Adalia, you should stop dreaming. Ahh whatever :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-3547803202345562921?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3547803202345562921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3547803202345562921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-kinda-miss-fillintheblank-and-i-so.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2343394160618775712</id><published>2007-06-21T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T23:00:52.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I'll be your best friend and you'll be my valentine's. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ellie my annoying best friend is baaaack! {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I've completed all of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I dont want school to reopen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I want the damn top from GAP that cost a whooping $65.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I want to go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I want to go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I want to go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I want to go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I want to go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I want to go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7105L.jpg" border="9" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7125L.jpg" border="9" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I likey {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to go out tomorrow, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2343394160618775712?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2343394160618775712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2343394160618775712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-ill-be-your-best-friend-and-youll-be.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-3675116632012387168</id><published>2007-06-20T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:53:21.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; 'Cause dolls have broken hearts too,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will never ever wear heels for shopping days anymore. One of my toenail just came off yesterday. Greatly mortified. And last night, I actually feel asleep at 10 with my contacts. Woke up suddenly at 5 in the morning, then hurriedly removed them and went back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Melody yesterday {: Science Centre &gt; Marina &gt; Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;We were deciding what to eat at CityLink Mall. Passed NUM and I tell you, THE MALAY GUYS IN THE FIRST OUTLET WERE OH-SO-FUCKING-HOT. I wanted the singlet with an extra strap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Conversation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalia: Do you have this with the word Shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guy: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adalia: Do you all have Shopping? As in the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guy: *Shows the -_- face* Shopping is no sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalia&amp;Melody: It is! Shopping is a sport! -Walks out the store-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guy: Bye Mr Happy! (Yes, I was wearing MrHappy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Spagheddies.The malay waiter who served us was damn hottttttt. So like now I've a fetish for hot malay guys :/ He was damn cute and friendly kkkkk. The most embarrassing part ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiter walks towards us and I thought he wanted to clear the plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Waiter: Can I serve your dessert now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adalia: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Waiter: Your dessert, can I serve it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adalia: *Stares at him for a few seconds* Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proceeds to look at Melody then laughed and he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I really didnt know there was still dessert and we were already bloated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and Marina was being sickening that day. TopShop didnt have what we wanted, DP was boring, Mango was closed. Before we went to town, we bought Godiva chocolates for the NUM guys! {: As in one for each, so we got only 2 but when we went into the shop again, there were 3 guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody motions for the cutest one to come over.&lt;br /&gt;Adalia: Umm, we bought chocolates and couldnt finish these 2 so we thought of sharing but we didnt know there were 3 guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guy: Oh its okay. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we laughed and laughed.&lt;/em&gt; Before we went out we told him to give us discount the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towned then went home. Not alot of pictures yesterday because I look like pangsai. Painted my nails red today {: I've a fucking big problem and I dont know how. I reallyreally hope I'm thinking too much. I have no one to go out with tomorrow ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG7256.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalia &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; Melody manymany.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-3675116632012387168?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3675116632012387168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3675116632012387168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-cause-dolls-have-broken-hearts-too.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-4992885033946776553</id><published>2007-06-17T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:27:29.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;L.o.v.e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is bored ): Shall upload more pictures then hope to take more when I go out. Exactly one week before school reopens, like bloody hell :O I need a webcammy to make funny faces. I want basics from TopShop and the Red Babydoll top from Dorothy Perkins. I listen to sad Japanese songs sigh, I am sucha loser. This is so random I've practically nothing to blog about. Look at the pictures, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7117.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7120.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7121.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7122.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7123.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt reading, I just posed with the book {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7124.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7125.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one I likey {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7128.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody's shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7130.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7131.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt pose for this. I WAS REALLY LAUGHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7133.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7134.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I need braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7135.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more, Hahaha. But lazyness doesnt get you anywhere. Charlene! What if my Momma doesnt allow me to go out on Wednesday? Ahhhh. Text/MSN me if you see this kkk. Bye pEEpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make the first move and talk to you in MSN when you were online but I didnt. Now I checked and you're away. This is not the first time. Someone tell me I am so fucking stupid. I'm doing to do my essay now, Triple sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-4992885033946776553?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/4992885033946776553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/4992885033946776553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-is-bored-shall-upload-more-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/th_CIMG7117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-5527818863520104754</id><published>2007-06-15T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:08:41.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't y'know I've tried and I've tried, to get you off my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is PMSing currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7107.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7109.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7110.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7113.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limewire is working already, yay. I don't want to wake up everything morning with you coming into my mind, because I know you dont give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/Picture170.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Happy, would you make Adalia a happy girl again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-5527818863520104754?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/5527818863520104754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/5527818863520104754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-dont-yknow-ive-tried-and-ive-tried-to.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/th_CIMG7107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-6869283626620681176</id><published>2007-06-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:03:00.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; Melody &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;{:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I lied. I remember saying that I wont ever go out anymore but I'm still glad I went out today. It beats being cooped up at home, doing nothing but facing the computer and thinking about dumb stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;strong&gt;Melody&lt;/strong&gt; at Topshop, tried the top I wanted but I didnt buy it. Walked to Heeren, wanted the Elmo tee from NUM but they didnt have it for girls ): Saw the &lt;em&gt;'Tears Dried Heart Died'&lt;/em&gt; tee from thr too, but it was $49.&lt;em&gt; CraSy&lt;/em&gt;. Wenta Action City and showed Melody the tiny&amp;cute but deformed Elmo thing. I want it but its like, scary &gt; &lt;strong&gt;:/&lt;/strong&gt; Couldnt find Mini Toons at Heeren so I couldnt get my Elmo finger puppet &lt;strong&gt;): ): ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Spongebob tee at FEP, $25. I would've got it if it was $15. Went into 2001, third time this week in the shop. Lingered for around &lt;strong&gt;45 minutes&lt;/strong&gt; and I got another JunkFoodTee, &lt;em&gt;Wheee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;{:&lt;/strong&gt; $45 flew away just for &lt;u&gt;Mr Happy&lt;/u&gt;. Yes, &lt;u&gt;MR Happy&lt;/u&gt;. It still looks kinda oversized on me though I got S but I dont care. &lt;strong&gt;Mr Happy makes Adalia Happy {:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'd never step into 2001 anymore. The salesguys are like &lt;em&gt;abcdefg&lt;/em&gt;. One is blur&amp;amp;stupid, the other dao&amp;unfriendly like we owe him money. I think they're a little retarded already, see too many JunkFoodTees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went past this shop, and this guy was really thick skinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melody: Do you all have girls tees?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: Not for you all, but can buy for boyfriend -smiles like cheekopek-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: No boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guy: Then buy for me lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE HELL WANTS TO BUY FOR YOU CHEEKOPEK YUCKS :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When I'm blue, I tend to do weird stuff.&lt;/u&gt; I actually ate today when I was in town. Then I got Mr Happy, so unexpectedly. I went to the library too. &lt;strong&gt;Yes.Me.Adalia.Went.Library.&lt;/strong&gt; Laugh everyone, though it aint a joke. I went thr to get books for the damn reviews. Then I camwhored with Melody in the library, Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Melody.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Mr Happy.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Caramel Frap.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Macdonals fries.&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; love&lt;/strong&gt; Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Prada sandals.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; camwhoring.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Orchard Library.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Balengciaga coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7083.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7085.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7087.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7094.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7097.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7099-1.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7102.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7103.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7105.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love x3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/CIMG7115.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures tomorrow. I wanna change my blogskin/url, Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/2001.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the new logo I drew for 2001, since the salesguys are cockeyed and they kept dao-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-6869283626620681176?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/6869283626620681176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/6869283626620681176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-y-melody-alright-i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Mellowdee/th_CIMG7083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-7928434040508097784</id><published>2007-06-13T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T23:20:59.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Happily ever after' fails &amp;amp; we're poisoned by these fairytales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a screwdriver now, to unscrew everything that's fucked up. I-wish-I-could-vanish-into-the-air-like-right-now. Okay Melody just started webcam on MSN, she made funny faces for me like she got possessed. My headache worsened because of excessive laughter but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE MELODY YAY WO AI NI DUO DUO (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will get the cheapest webcam and make monkey faces for you soon!&lt;br /&gt;I'm ending my post short for you Melody, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-7928434040508097784?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/7928434040508097784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/7928434040508097784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-happily-ever-after-fails-were.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-3392671364674682755</id><published>2007-06-13T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:12:37.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am down but I dont know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is soooo nice. I wanna treat her to sushi but she dont want. Like .. sigh ): I feel weird and I want to ask God why. All the 'maybes' and 'what ifs' start surfacing suddenly. It wasnt like that at first. &lt;em&gt;S.t.u.p.i.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 more days till school. Then Adalia will be deprived of social life. Monday with Home Econs, I nearly died when I saw the timetable. Home Econs is really going to kill me, wtffffffF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep having weird dreams. Why, God. I woke up suddenly this morning, then &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; came into my mind. Thr are many things I would like to ask/tell you. But I'm so scared I'll end up saying the wrong things and it'll make matters even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel like, many holes in my heart now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-3392671364674682755?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3392671364674682755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3392671364674682755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-down-but-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-8605060684913297282</id><published>2007-06-12T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:22:51.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/g40TiewOpL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/g40TiewOpL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Current earworm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adalia feels damn lazy to blog today, though she woke up at 2pm in the afternoon. Did a teenyweenybit of chinese and some research for dumb Animal Farm. In less than 2 weeks time, damned school will start &lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellsie asked me if I was straight last night. She thought I was really with Hosanna, and I bursted into laughter. I mean, isnt it quite obvious that we're just playing? But I might turn gay anytime, hmmm. &lt;strong&gt;Okay so the main point is, Hosanna and I, we're not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FredPerry is so not worth the money. One polo for ard $150 equals to 3 junkfoodtees for Adalia. &lt;em&gt;Camwhorecamwhorecamwhore, Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is very good. He just cooked maggiemee and I can smell it from my room. Abcdefgh ah&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:/ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thr's something I've been wanting to blog but I dont know how to express it. Ahhh this sucks. And maybe its time I close down my blog, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-8605060684913297282?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8605060684913297282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8605060684913297282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/current-earworm-adalia-feels-damn-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-9063871569227336591</id><published>2007-06-11T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:07:08.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sending messages and voicemails, telling you I Miss You, Baby am I doing too much?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/blow_elmo_by_emohoc.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks very much like you &lt;em&gt;Kuku&lt;/em&gt;. Damn cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though my blister is killing me, I am a happy girl today &lt;strong&gt;{:&lt;/strong&gt; I cant seem to stop smiling to myself. Happiness is contagious so spread the love around. &lt;em&gt;-does a little dance-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bugis.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I went to Bugis this morning alone. Wanted to change my light gray skinnys but the damn shop didnt have my size anymore. Then I bought Azuki Frap. from Starbucks for $7.50, drank half of it and threw the rest away. It was &lt;strong&gt;Awful&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;H.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a text from H, &lt;em&gt;yadayadayada&lt;/em&gt; then I met him at Orchard. Like we walked practically the whole of Orchard and I got nothing. Yes, damn loser right. Sorry for the moodswings and Thank You for making my day, so we didnt hafta be loners {: You are very much loved (but not the bf/gf love lah), &lt;strong&gt;and I really hope you dont have AIDS, if not we die tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ellie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I love my bestfriend &lt;em&gt;veryvery&lt;/em&gt; much. It sounds cheesy but I dont care. Wanted to meet her at first to go to Bugis but she didnt want to, then when I met H. she text-ed and wanted to meet me but I said no. Guess the both of us were quite annoyed (explains my moodswings), but she just text-ed me again and we're fine now. So the main point is&lt;strong&gt; wo ai wo de bestfriend duoduo.&lt;/strong&gt; You are leaving for Aussie and I'll miss you. See, one whole chunk dedicated to you, touched right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Melody.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Melody is baaaaaaaaaaack. Yay. I am going to meet her someday for shopping again &lt;strong&gt;{: Yay x2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6838.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: (: (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye &amp;amp; Goodnight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-9063871569227336591?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/9063871569227336591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/9063871569227336591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-very-happy-now-i-need-to-tone-down.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2101419567947973132</id><published>2007-06-09T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:35:33.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ready to be Heartbroken. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last term, I told my Momma I wanted a Chanel wallet. She said if I got 4 As for MidYears, she would get it for me. Just now after I came out of the shower, I told her I wanted a &lt;strong&gt;Balenciaga&lt;/strong&gt; bag and she said the same old thing. &lt;u&gt;4 As = Balenciaga bag.&lt;/u&gt; I must say, my Momma's really nice and generous, but she sets unrealistic goals. 4 As are definitely mission impossible. So now, I need to devise a plan on how to get my hands on a &lt;strong&gt;Balenciaga&lt;/strong&gt; bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorraine Low, your Le Coq Sportif is nothing compared to &lt;strong&gt;Balenciaga&lt;/strong&gt;, Heehee (: I'm still nonsensical now. BYeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2101419567947973132?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2101419567947973132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2101419567947973132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-ready-to-be-heartbroken.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-8076533453542665097</id><published>2007-06-09T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:42:39.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Forgiving is not forgetting, it's letting go of the hurt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep talking nonsense in MSN today. I feel happy for no reason. Hmm. Is it because of ______? Okay I dont know. &lt;em&gt;Dum deedee dum&lt;/em&gt;. Shall remain happy and nonsensical for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Green tea&lt;/span&gt; is nice, I love &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green tea&lt;/span&gt;. I want to try the new &lt;strong&gt;Red Bean&lt;/strong&gt; Frap. from Starbucks. Stewpid Lorraine wants to watch her &lt;em&gt;Ah-Kua&lt;/em&gt; show and doesnt wanna talk to me ): I am so nice but she says I'm mean &lt;strong&gt;:O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6406.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6402.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6400.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6399.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6397.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebyebyebye I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; everyone today &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;{:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-8076533453542665097?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8076533453542665097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8076533453542665097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-forgiving-is-not-forgetting-its.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2619299105602776336</id><published>2007-06-09T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T01:14:13.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/BigHeart2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hosanna&lt;/strong&gt; is hell cool I tell you. She actually wenta comment on some twit's Friendster profile. And that twit is from StMargs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so green with envy now because the both of us were stalking pretty/hot/cute girls in Friendster. Some people are blessed with damn good features, not fairrrrrr. I AM SO JEALOUS I AM SO JEALOUS I AM SO JEALOUS. I feel damn stalker I swear, but they're so hawtttt. Their nice hair, eyes, nose, mouth, teeth, figure makes me green with jealousy ): Okay Shut Up Adalia Mok, you will never be like them. Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2619299105602776336?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2619299105602776336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2619299105602776336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/hosanna-is-hell-cool-i-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2483844899515882415</id><published>2007-06-08T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:53:52.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/g40TiewOpL/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/g40TiewOpL/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I went for a haircut. I wanted this lady hairdresser but they gave me a guy one. His skills were not bad and he was friendly. He kept talking and asking questions but being the unfriendly me, I didnt really talk much :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma allowed me to get another pair of skinnyjeans. I need to make time for a movie, I havent watched one for like 3187863158 days. And I'm still appearing offline, I dont care. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ponytail is damn short now. Tell me, is that a good or bad thing? Oh andandand Hosanna is damn nice she cheered me up last night. 100 kisses for you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2483844899515882415?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2483844899515882415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2483844899515882415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally-i-went-for-haircut.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-8774651741175620109</id><published>2007-06-07T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T19:34:29.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they say "Lust".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not mention the word diet to me. I just ate McSpicy and ShakerFries for dinner. I wonder why people like ShakerFries so much, I still prefer plain fries with curry sauce/mayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/09D41QGYM_normal.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/09G07RSLG_normal.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/09S03PBLK_normal.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/42N29QWHT_normal.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/p367894b.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/p375397b.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/aire2.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what I call LUST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up Adalia, all these stuff wouldnt look nice on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hosanna&lt;/strong&gt; a.k.a Bala is my new girlfriend. She is supersupersuper nice&amp;amp;cute. If you see this &lt;strong&gt;Hosanna&lt;/strong&gt;, you are my sunshine, because you never fail to make me smile &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-8774651741175620109?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8774651741175620109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8774651741175620109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-do-not-mention-word-diet-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2664375250503225676</id><published>2007-06-07T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:42:15.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I don't know how to be fine when I'm not,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to make this feeling stop. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went offline at &lt;u&gt;10&lt;/u&gt; last night and used &lt;u&gt;4 hrs&lt;/u&gt; to complete one chinese compo. I was eating, watching teevee, texting and doing the compo altogether. See, multi-task, Tsk. Though I spent like 4 hrs, at least I got something done. Better than wasting my time infront of the computer doing stuff like Neopets. So yeah, I've officially started on homework &lt;strong&gt;{:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;Was expecting Ellie's reply when I got an sms from *. You're still the same, the way you talk, the way you behave. You've not changed the slightest bit but things around do change. You still assume that everything's the same when they're not. Maybe if the call was from **, I would've been more happier. But whatever it is, you're my past tense. Past tense (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adalia needs to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Get a nice pair of skinny jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Get her holiday homework done.&lt;br /&gt;Get her nails painted NICELY. (I attempted to ytd but it turned out disastrous).&lt;br /&gt;Get a haircut as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Lose some damn fats off her body.&lt;br /&gt;Eat Zinger/McSpicy/Sushi/XXLChickenChop/ShakerFries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been saying how nice Shaker Fries are but I've yet to tried it. Yah lah I'm slow, what to do. There's renovation going on upstairs by some neighbour, and its bloody irritating *&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6382.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6379.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6362.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6361.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6358.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6353.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Save the best for the last"&lt;/em&gt; Last one's my favvvvv {: BYeeeee poopies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2664375250503225676?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2664375250503225676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2664375250503225676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-i-dont-know-how-to-be-fine-when-im.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2999097405777445794</id><published>2007-06-06T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T16:10:01.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Would you say that your Love is always True?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6337.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6340.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6342.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6343.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6352.jpg" border="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could do with another pair of &lt;strong&gt;nice skinny jeans&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Heehee&lt;/em&gt;. Okay I'm gonna get one. Oh and I want the Puma Suede bag but its like so &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; &gt; D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2999097405777445794?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2999097405777445794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2999097405777445794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-could-do-with-another-pair-of-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-6272177118374223599</id><published>2007-06-05T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:47:02.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I, I don't know why I miss you so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I overslept this morning again. I should seriously get a Little Miss Late tee. The guy @ 2001 cheated my feelings okay! I went there today but they didnt have my RollingStones tee &lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt; I dont even think I'll be able to find it anymore. Decided to eat &lt;strong&gt;SubWay&lt;/strong&gt;, then trained down to &lt;strong&gt;Vivo&lt;/strong&gt;. Met &lt;strong&gt;Pearlyn&lt;/strong&gt;, she called out my name suddenly, so I got a shock. Ate &lt;strong&gt;Bakerzin&lt;/strong&gt;, and it burnt a hole in my wallet &lt;strong&gt;:O&lt;/strong&gt; Didnt queue for donuts at Raffles due to time constraint &lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt; Got nothing today, spent all my money on food and more food. &lt;em&gt;SAY HELLO TO ADALIA THE PIG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, I shant go out anymore. &lt;strong&gt;Adalia shall be a good girl, stay at home to revise and do her homework, use lesser of the computer, blog less and study more.&lt;/strong&gt; No, you didnt read wrongly. &lt;em&gt;I.am.going.to.do.what.I.just.typed.out.in.the.previous.sentence.period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from an anonymous. I answered but the person didnt talk. He/she sent me 3 blank smses. I wonder how he/she got my number. Hey, if you happen to read my blog, you are so darn annoying. &lt;strong&gt;Please stop irritating me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6307.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6339.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6383.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6348.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG6411.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More next time {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnighty!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-6272177118374223599?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/6272177118374223599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/6272177118374223599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-i-i-dont-know-why-i-miss-you-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-6045608796482438662</id><published>2007-06-04T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T23:59:50.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Please dont try to fake what You dont feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG4475.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5704.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5708.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5709.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5710.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5712.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5717.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5718.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5719.jpg" border="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be sleeping now. Ahhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-6045608796482438662?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/6045608796482438662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/6045608796482438662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-please-dont-try-to-fake-what-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-929697744064083976</id><published>2007-06-04T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:11:09.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break my heart, and watch me fall apart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to meet Bevin at &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; this morning but I woke up at &lt;strong&gt;9.30&lt;/strong&gt;. So I went all the way down to school to put her charger in the chapel and went to my Grandma's house. Slept for a little while and came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.havent.started.on.any.of.the.damn.homework.&lt;/strong&gt; Ohmygoodnessgraciousgolly, the amount of homework they gave is enough to drown me.&lt;em&gt; Ahhhhh&lt;/em&gt;. I keep telling myself to start with the chinese compositions first, but I keep procrastinating. Anyone who's willing to help me do? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MoBlog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to register for a class blog using &lt;strong&gt;MoBlog&lt;/strong&gt; when we already have one under Blogger. MoBlog is disgusting &lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt; I am bias, I dont care, MoBlog's really disgusting and irritating. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont like MoBlog ):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo tmr, I'm gonna wear my &lt;strong&gt;TopShop&lt;/strong&gt; flats. Hope my feet wont hurt, &lt;em&gt;Heeee (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K byebyebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-929697744064083976?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/929697744064083976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/929697744064083976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/y-break-my-heart-and-watch-me-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-3526672099376025212</id><published>2007-06-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T22:21:29.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELLO POOPS {:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone say Hi to me.&lt;/strong&gt; I know I've been neglecting my blog too much, my internet was down for the past week, and I've been quite busy. So today, I shall do a proper post. A really proper one. Pictures will be up soooooon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29/05/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macromedia trng, but I skipped it. Imma good girl, I didnt pon the trng. I skipped it because I was sick. And I've a MC. But I bet it was nothing much, so what for waste my time? 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;30/05/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Oral today. &lt;strong&gt;I screwed it.&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks to 2 big fucktards. J.Ng who revised nothing at all, and MrsS who placed all the blame on me, making it sound like as if I wanted myself to be stupid. &lt;em&gt;Damn you people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31/05/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Town with Melody &lt;strong&gt;(: (: (:&lt;/strong&gt; It was pretty weird when I met her at first, both of us didnt quite know what to say, but it got better as the day went by. Got my &lt;strong&gt;TopShop flats&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;Zara monster tee&lt;/strong&gt;, Heeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;01, 02, 03/06/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalet for 3d2n. &lt;strong&gt;Bevin, Sherri, Jeannie, Arella and Ellie&lt;/strong&gt; came over on Saturday. They ate and ate, played and played with my sister and cousins. My sissy is so in love with Bevin I tell you. Went to the pool with they all, fortunately, I didnt get any tanner. Went to the beach too, and disturbed little creatures a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Bevin at Bishan to pass her her charger. She left it at my chalet. Then heading down to Grandmama's house and to get my heels repaired. (Yes I broke the heel last thursday&lt;strong&gt;):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tuesday, 5th June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go Vivo with Ellie. But before that, I'm going to Orchard first. 2001 had new stock that arrived during the weekends, hope I get my &lt;strong&gt;RollingStones JunkFood&lt;/strong&gt; {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Misc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I dont hafta go to school anymore, I can paint my nails! 8) I need a haircut too, my fringe is poking my eyes. After the chalet, I'm damn fat now. &lt;strong&gt;Like really seriously absolutely definitely very very fat ):&lt;/strong&gt; So one word - Diet. Havent started on the holiday homework, &lt;em&gt;diediedie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, I've got a LiveJournal now, Heehee. I can sell my stuff and get as rich as &lt;strong&gt;Hosanna.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meemaamoo.livejournal.com&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Adalia, you survived 14 years of life. It feels amazing {:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-3526672099376025212?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3526672099376025212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3526672099376025212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-poops-everyone-say-hi-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-1161046139255249299</id><published>2007-05-28T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:52:01.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;再说我爱你 泪把心占据&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Casino/CIMG5698.jpg" border="5"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Casino/CIMG5695.jpg" border="5"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Casino/CIMG5694.jpg" border="5"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Casino/CIMG5693.jpg" border="5"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Casino/CIMG5691.jpg" border="5"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Casino/CIMG5690.jpg" border="5"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Casino/CIMG5689.jpg" border="5"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Casino/CIMG5687.jpg" border="5"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really needa lose some weight. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fats fats, get outta my sight now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/65h6nKGxWJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/65h6nKGxWJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;再说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;泪把心占据&lt;br /&gt;却有些甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;让伤心被允许&lt;br /&gt;说过的话语&lt;br /&gt;做过的事情&lt;br /&gt;像歌曲陪我每个冬季&lt;br /&gt;纪念着我和你相爱这主题&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, off to Xanga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-1161046139255249299?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/1161046139255249299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/1161046139255249299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-really-needa-lose-some-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/Casino/th_CIMG5698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-7857439563821659086</id><published>2007-05-27T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:03:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:130%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;When you walk away, I count the steps that you take.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, &lt;strong&gt;Pathetic.&lt;/strong&gt; I've Straight Cs except for Chinese D7. Yes, I take Higher Chinese but I failed it by 2 marks. &lt;em&gt;Whatthepok&lt;/em&gt;. MrsS. said I did quite well for English (compared to class standard), so I should be doing well for Literature and Humanities too. Of course, I could've done well for Lit. if not for J.Ng and his 6 marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on a &lt;strong&gt;casino ship&lt;/strong&gt; on Saturday and stayed overnight. Wasnt allowed to enter the casino, so I was merely killing time in the cabin. I've a shitload of pichaaaas to upload, but not today. Hella tired, just reached home at ard 6pm. Ate like some sort of pig on the ship, because every meal was buffet buffet buffet. Therefore, I need to go on an even stricter diet from tomorrow onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna catch up on beauty sleep tmr, &lt;u&gt;I SEE HORRIBLE EYEBAGS ALREADY&lt;/u&gt;. Macromedia trng on Tues, Oral on Wed, Town with Melody on Thurs &lt;strong&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/strong&gt; I have manymany chalet invitations to write, Byeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;I got my Cardigan :D&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-7857439563821659086?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/7857439563821659086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/7857439563821659086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-when-you-walk-away-i-count-steps-that.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-4876085746590656148</id><published>2007-05-26T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T20:07:47.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5190.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5187.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5185.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i253/strawberriedust/CIMG5189.jpg" border="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love my Momma (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-4876085746590656148?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/4876085746590656148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/4876085746590656148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-my-momma.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-372571853233491422</id><published>2007-05-24T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:42:14.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps the worst lies are those we tell Ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You wouldnt wanna know how I ate a cake today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, everyone took turns to use the 2 small icecream spoons. Halfway, fingers started creeping in and all of a sudden we were all digging the icecream cake. Finally, someone took the whole chunk of icecream up with 2 bare hands and we ate straight by biting the icecream. Guess you're mortified, &lt;strong&gt;it was Disgusting to the Max okay&lt;/strong&gt;. We're all gonna get HandFM disease together. But but but, it was &lt;em&gt;fuuuuun&lt;/em&gt; okay, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold a top to Sindhya today &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wanna sell more stuff to get more &lt;em&gt;moneeeey&lt;/em&gt;. I want &lt;strong&gt;Monster Tees from Zara,&lt;/strong&gt; and an &lt;strong&gt;oversized PE tee&lt;/strong&gt;. Rawrrr. Everyone's getting the Green Shrek thingo from Mac now, I have one at home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still appearing offline today, Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this super weird person added me on MSN. I have no idea who the hell she is and how on earth did she get my email. She says she's from &lt;strong&gt;BOSNIA HERZEGOVINA&lt;/strong&gt; and instead of speaking English, she speaks &lt;strong&gt;Bosanski Jezik&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;I nearly laughed myself to death.&lt;/em&gt; Those who dont believe, go check out my Blogskins acct, she tagged there. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I find out that someone's playing a trick on me, I'll skin that person alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-372571853233491422?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/372571853233491422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/372571853233491422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-perhaps-worst-lies-are-those-we-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-8403665662886423437</id><published>2007-05-22T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:41:36.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; They smell just like you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0033;"&gt;I love the things that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Melissa! :D&lt;/span&gt; (Not like she'll see this but yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not talk about results. I'll only blog about them when I get the report book back on Saturday. But y'know what. &lt;strong&gt;I hate Romeo and Juliet.&lt;/strong&gt; It fucking pulled my Literature grades down. If not for R&amp;J, I would have aced Literature with the marks I got for unseen poetry. And and and, I hate Home Econs Paper 2 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It dragged my marks down too. &lt;em&gt;Unfair&lt;/em&gt;. Anyhow, LaoShi and MrsS. said I improved! &lt;span style="color:#ff0033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nice or not nice? :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sissy&lt;/em&gt; is so annoying I swear. She took my &lt;strong&gt;Cadbury chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;, brought it to school, and gave it all out to her friends. Plus she didnt ask for my permission. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;/span&gt; I'll turn her into minced meat, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall bring some stuff to school tmr to sell them away, &lt;em&gt;HawHaw&lt;/em&gt;. Wanna sell my suspenders too. I have too many clothes at home which I dont like anymore. Bevin got her white cardigan from Hosanna today. &lt;em&gt;Not fairrrrr, I want my Mango one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0033;"&gt;A. needs to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Get a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;Get her JunkFoodTees.&lt;br /&gt;Get her Mango cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;Get her Anna Sui necklace.&lt;br /&gt;Lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;Eat a Zinger/McSpicy burger.&lt;br /&gt;Eat Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Eat Awfully Chocolate Ice-Cream.&lt;br /&gt;Drink Tom Yum soup.&lt;br /&gt;Drink bubble tea.&lt;br /&gt;Write chalet invitations.&lt;br /&gt;Queue for donuts.&lt;br /&gt;Get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12 more days to A's birthday ;D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;And cheer up Melody, let time solve all the problems okay. Rmb our date hor! 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-8403665662886423437?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8403665662886423437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8403665662886423437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-they-smell-just-like-you-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-8609464210381338056</id><published>2007-05-21T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:50:14.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;爱会永远永远, 你说的.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;离开我的时候, 却没舍不得.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Results, they suck.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel and what I'm supposed to do. When the next term comes, I will study more with Ellie. She's a monster, she did bloody well. All &lt;em&gt;I wanna do now is to sleep and forget everything.&lt;/em&gt; School is so fucking demoralising I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fthbllshtk, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-8609464210381338056?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8609464210381338056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/8609464210381338056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-3583725114652208987</id><published>2007-05-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:40:22.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0033;"&gt;There are some things You can't fake,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School tmr -pouts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out. So many new clothes in my wardrobe but I havent got the chance to wear them &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I want my cardigan, I waaaaaaaaaaaaant. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought canned&lt;strong&gt; StarBucks&lt;/strong&gt; from Giant, since I dont have money to drink it fresh from the cafe. Maybe I wouldnt live to pass through this week, because results are coming out. &lt;em&gt;But then again, if I die tmr, would anyone even care?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-3583725114652208987?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3583725114652208987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/3583725114652208987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-there-are-some-things-you-cant-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-2844296941788936074</id><published>2007-05-19T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:39:53.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;your call&lt;/em&gt;, I'm &lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt;, call I'm &lt;strong&gt;angry&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Call I'm &lt;strong&gt;desperate&lt;/strong&gt; for your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to &lt;em&gt;the song we used to sing&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In the car, do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, Early Summer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's playing on repeat&lt;/em&gt;, Just like when we would &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't cry during POP today. I don't know why, &lt;em&gt;I only felt a wee bit of sadness&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe my senses are not functioning properly nowadays&lt;/span&gt;. I dont like how I'm feeling now. There's no reason for me to feel this way, but somehow, I cant help it. Don't worry, I'm not sad. Its just this, feeling of &lt;strong&gt;emptiness&lt;/strong&gt;, or I should say, &lt;strong&gt;loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;? Bahhh, mixed-up emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I went shopping again. Got a &lt;strong&gt;bag&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;vest&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;earrings&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, you can shoot me now. &lt;em&gt;I should seriously stop all retail therapy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Look see like buy spend money.&lt;/span&gt; Felt pretty bad, because my mom paid for everything I bought today. I wanted to pay her back but she refused to take my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/141285"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/141285&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look see, I submitted another one, Heeeee 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0033;"&gt;15 more days to official 14 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodnight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-2844296941788936074?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2844296941788936074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/2844296941788936074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/waiting-for-your-call-im-sick-call-im.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-635134279825941976</id><published>2007-05-18T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:42:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:180%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh, that thing called Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda regret not getting the &lt;strong&gt;Anna Sui&lt;/strong&gt; necklace I saw on Tuesday. It was on offer somemore &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt; I keep thinking about it nowwwww. Maybe I should get it when I go to town, well that's if they still have it. Ahhhhh, A. is so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like almost half of 2e6 ponned school today.&lt;/em&gt; I should have did that too. All we did was &lt;u&gt;body jam, listening to horrible singing and watch cheena dances&lt;/u&gt;. Waste of time, could have spent it on beauty sleep. Besides, I had a headache today. Told you I'm stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, this is the longest I can go. One day, I shall go for the Luge Ride and Cable Car at Sentosa. Kinda deprived of childhood, Hahaha. &lt;strong&gt;POP&lt;/strong&gt; tmr, I shall not cry. &lt;em&gt;Shall not shall not shall not.&lt;/em&gt; Tmr will be awesome, I must get my new bag. Goodnight &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-635134279825941976?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/635134279825941976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/635134279825941976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-oh-that-thing-called-love.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21980572.post-4003225755188206497</id><published>2007-05-18T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:43:31.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:180%;color:#fc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pichaaaaas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img80.imageshack.us/img80/4880/cimg5434vo9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/9066/cimg5437un8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img501.imageshack.us/img501/9452/cimg5436ja1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/7124/cimg5438nl9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/4489/cimg5456tk9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/4276/cimg5459jw5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/8991/cimg5444px8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/649/cimg5462zc9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/2597/cimg5460gl9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img301.imageshack.us/img301/7978/cimg5466de8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img501.imageshack.us/img501/6610/cimg5467cs2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I look like &lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt; in all the photos, but who cares. Should I get the pinaforeeee? 1 out of 4 I asked said I look like I'm pregnant, and she's none other than Sherri &gt; :/ Wanna get my &lt;strong&gt;Mango cardigan&lt;/strong&gt; before GSS, before all the kiasu people buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0033;"&gt;And and and, how would I look with bangs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21980572-4003225755188206497?l=thelover-theliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/4003225755188206497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21980572/posts/default/4003225755188206497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelover-theliar.blogspot.com/2007/05/y-pichaaaaas-i-know-i-look-like-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08388294298279146700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
