<?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-6184135</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:53:48.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|zero-six|</title><subtitle type='html'>im a funky gurl. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110878041239128323</id><published>2005-02-19T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T10:33:32.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>moved to www.mismatchedhands.blogspot.com`Loves</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110878041239128323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110878041239128323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110878041239128323' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110872400295381450</id><published>2005-02-18T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:07:07.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bloody happy.So, I shall start blabbering nonsensical stuff here.So if You're too busy to read this, give it a miss.Cause its full of crap, I swear.And I know that I said/typed that I'm NOT gonna blog anymoreContradicting?BUT hey? Sorry, I guess?This week has been nthg but FUN harhaAnd further more, I'm in the Zone &amp; have the time now.. heeMy mind's a lil fragmented right now so I'm gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110872400295381450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110872400295381450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110872400295381450' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110803395093004400</id><published>2005-02-10T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T19:12:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMG!I totally broke My promise/record!!!!I went &amp; yarh.. I saw or rather I readtoo bad, it's over![??]Aint it obvious that it's over?no regrets..It's obvious that You dont have any eitherwould be..Note the words You used.. it's "would be", smthg that supposed to but didnt happenAnd arent You glad/relief that it didntAnyway, Alicia.. Happy 18th to You &amp; Your prettyGirl Harha.From </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110803395093004400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110803395093004400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110803395093004400' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110793625058261558</id><published>2005-02-09T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:04:10.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ytd was bloody FUN! 2 months, ytd. A minute after I told Devaki not to worry cause choosing 4c is like 1 in a million or at least picking her no. is like 1 in a million... BUT NO, Mr Sew chose 4c &amp; instantly, we grabbed each others hand Harha. Devaki stared at Me when she was the "lucky" one HAHAHAHAHA We were laughing our head off Went out with Sunshine, Sexy &amp; Kiri Watched "let's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110793625058261558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110793625058261558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110793625058261558' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110758331805984517</id><published>2005-02-05T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T14:01:58.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was born to make You crazy HAPPY THAT was the joke of the week -shy Hah. You’re wrong. I’m not going to kill You LARH cause the entry is funny, I think? Hah, be loyal cum grateful. Sunshine is taken &amp; You have Your +You, REMEMBER? And Yesh, Sunshine is the best. That, I have to agree =) Right, this week passed really fast, dont Yall agree? Feeling weird though cause there was only 1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110758331805984517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110758331805984517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110758331805984517' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110750961988576990</id><published>2005-02-04T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T17:33:39.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, i'm helping lala to blogshe's busy with god-knows-whatand also because i'm gettin really fucked up wasting my clicksi dont know what is up with her pword larh?tell me, anyone?erm come to think about it, i dont know what to blog aboutharhanvm, i'll just smoke my way thru larhoh well,wednesday night was a horrible night for her &amp; MEthanks to her, i went to sch with puffy eyes &amp; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110750961988576990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110750961988576990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110750961988576990' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110725827602187341</id><published>2005-02-01T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:44:36.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iwant[(*You)]badlyFirstly for ALL of You in LPP's class:That's not how it goes!!! LPP said that there WAS a girl MANY MANY years back that said, "Metal bra". I SIMPLY said that She MAYBE right cause y'all know? The women warriors MANY MANY years back uses metal bras??EVEN Madonna uses it in one of Her video clip!!!GRR.Gawd.Totally lost count the no. of time I had to explain the WHOLE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110725827602187341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110725827602187341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110725827602187341' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110700813306274956</id><published>2005-01-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:15:33.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She sent me to delta then went to town to meet ThemI thought that You had gone back so I stayed there for awhile since pang, batu, rachel, jaryne &amp; monica came down. Sorry to keep You waiting.=)Anyway, they said that the bag's nice so I'm borrowing it!! HAHA.Mr Balb shouted at me so grr.And i just cried.Guess I need something to push the button.HAHA.Gosh.I heard something...I dont </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110700813306274956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110700813306274956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110700813306274956' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110696974425055620</id><published>2005-01-29T11:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T11:35:44.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Song of the week:I feel it in My fingersI feel it in My toesLove is all around MeAnd so the feeling growsIt's written on the wind It's everywhere I go, oh yes it isSo if you really love meCome on and let it showYou know I love YouI always willMy mind's made upBy the way I that I feelThere's no beginningThere'll be no endYou can dependI see Your face before MeAs I lay on My bedI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110696974425055620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110696974425055620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110696974425055620' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110665116279734489</id><published>2005-01-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:06:02.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tired of taking the initiative &amp; everything everything. whatever.i'm tired.FULLSTOP./MovingtotheBackSeat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110665116279734489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110665116279734489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110665116279734489' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110648371191617279</id><published>2005-01-23T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:35:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoaarh, yeshgo ahead siago ahead and invadetake over the damn thing plslike yeahself invitegrr. I'll show y'all how horrible my mly is.. HAHA Am i like the only one who types and saves their entries as drafts? Saya berasa salah. Saya tidak ingin menggunakan awak sebagai sesuatu untuk menghilang perasaan untuknya. wait, that doesnt sound right? perasaan? feelings? grr. saya </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110648371191617279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110648371191617279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110648371191617279' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110644799370871603</id><published>2005-01-23T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T10:39:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... tell me pleasewhat's going on?what's up with all the drafts?if i hadnt invade, i wldnt have knownand what IS up with it being "prince"i'm all confused and messed up.+seventeen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110644799370871603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110644799370871603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110644799370871603' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110638728220203797</id><published>2005-01-22T16:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T17:48:02.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosh,I'm pos to be studying by yeahI was packing my room andAs I was going through this particular drawer,I found letters and some letters that I did not send.As I read through the contents of every letter,I realised that I really DID loved Her alot.Alot that up till now, She's still someone so special to me.Its not going to change, I guess.But of course I've moved on.But then again,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110638728220203797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110638728220203797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110638728220203797' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110623009644985528</id><published>2005-01-20T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:08:16.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woh. i feel so tempted to blog abt something. HAHA.BUT i cant!grr.hurry stab me this tempatation is killng me!!sch was great. hahahnat &amp; i gave meiyi today's newspaper so as she wld rmb today's datethen meiyi looked confused and speechless. hahagave her present after a while hahahstood behind with sunshinewhoa. kiri, sunshine, ginni, nikko and adeline were damn funnytook attendance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110623009644985528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110623009644985528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110623009644985528' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110613461070189464</id><published>2005-01-19T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T19:36:50.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it just brings back the past doesnt it?reading all the stuff that you wrote on your own blog?about the different peopledifferent situations?fuck.the "writings" that you wrote on your blog.the "writings" that described everything that was felt back then.its totally unfair for me to do this.to write this entry.unfair to certain people.but really.by just reading the past entries, you get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110613461070189464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110613461070189464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110613461070189464' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110588006148074747</id><published>2005-01-16T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T20:54:21.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whoa, my sis kicked my bed in the morning then asked me to hurry bathe and change. HAH. we went taka, wisma then fareast. today's weird.. really. hahha she bought for me that levi's that i wanted. hahahha just like that. hahha i was shocked. scary? yup. hahha then she bought skirt for herself then we ate cookies. hahha then ate at far east. then went lot 1 to buy her slippers then bought presents</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110588006148074747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110588006148074747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110588006148074747' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110576115125619689</id><published>2005-01-15T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T11:52:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Truth is a whisper and only a choiceNobody hears above this noiseAlways a risk when you try and believeI know there's so much more than meYeah I got caught in the ruse of the worldIt's just a promise no one ever keepsAnd now it's changing while we sleepAnd no one can seeNever got to know youDid you ever wonder whyNow it's nice to know youAnd I'm glad you're doing fineThink of all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110576115125619689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110576115125619689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110576115125619689' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110570394251904039</id><published>2005-01-14T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:59:02.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, time REALLY flies.been going home late and my parents starting to scold. grr but yeah, i'm trying. hahah.start of the week beautifully with cheng's one-day-earlier-birthday party. although it started out bad cos all of us got pissed and irritated, overall it was great. managed to change the "mood". hahahha and cheng made me the rubbish bin, not literally ofcos. haha.had to finish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110570394251904039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110570394251904039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110570394251904039' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110515364296415797</id><published>2005-01-08T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T11:07:22.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phoo. 1 week is gone. ok, 6days. hahha. nat thinks i'm becoming like her. HAHA. ok, that's not bad right? hahaha. i'm beginning to like pink. hahaha. nat got the shock of her life when i told her that iris's mini ipod is nice cause i love the metallic pink color. hahah. this is gonna be long! hahahso funny, i see cor EVERYWHERE now. hahaha. she'll jump in frnt of you anytime. hahah. i'll just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110515364296415797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110515364296415797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110515364296415797' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110474804670695352</id><published>2005-01-03T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T12:52:36.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>took me 4 days, think i'm getting rustyi guess, i remember every single glance that you shot me.but why did you throw away the thought of us?i had to go on pretending that you dont mean a thing.even had to psycho myself into thinking you meant nothing.those painful days.i found many excuses to not give a fuckbut i still care for you.its hard to say i held my tonguei could have.but did</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110474804670695352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110474804670695352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110474804670695352' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110466092464952179</id><published>2005-01-02T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:15:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i LOVE pug jelly pls. hahhaha.kick yellowcard... now its pug jelly. hahah.have y'all heard the song erm.. wait ah.. "Another heartache". it's nice ehh. hahah. i download like ALL their songs. hahahhaha. some shucky but yeah. cant upload it into iwebtunes! tsk.ok, i'm high. hahah. according to cheryl this is the"BEFORE-GOING-TO-SCHOOL-THE-NEXT-DAY-MADNESS". hahahahai've a feeling that THIS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110466092464952179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110466092464952179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110466092464952179' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110458903553329523</id><published>2005-01-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T22:17:15.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>phoo. 1 more day till sch reopen. scream? hahah cant wait pls!i'm so happy pls! ate alot of choclate today. hahah.sent alot alot of new year msg ytd hahha die. ahha. elis msged at like 2plus? asked me to entertain her?? and demanding her present?? she's scary ok and i dont know how come i'm her nightmare??? mun hui got her pay today!! annnnd.. nat scold me again!!! andd.. ahhh i cant rmb alr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110458903553329523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110458903553329523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110458903553329523' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110449018494411797</id><published>2004-12-31T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T18:49:44.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did y'all watch mvp?? =)hahha i know it's like soo ytd but i missed out the last few episodes the previous time cause somehow, i lost the channel. i was like on the edge of my sit please. hahhaha. typical story line though, one goes up the escalator while the other went down and YET, they didnt see each other... dots. hahhah.went back after that to bathe/change.. i fell aslp.. for a while and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110449018494411797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110449018494411797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110449018494411797' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110445263377294967</id><published>2004-12-31T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T08:23:53.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's so cold ok. ahh. marc asked me to use her gloves??? hahah cos she said my hands are sama sama like ice. ok.. that was her exact words, "sama sama like ice". hahhah her mly damn kayu pls, like cheena bukit. hahahaah.ok, after her, i know that kind of love doesnt exist. hahha ok, not for me.. but apparently cheryl teo suling found it!!!!!!! hahah totally envy narene and her. dots! so sweet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110445263377294967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110445263377294967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110445263377294967' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110444758859504930</id><published>2004-12-31T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T08:07:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, i know it's shit early. hahha.. i'm at marc's place.sleep over. my mom said i cld since it's like shit near.ok, she's readind everything out loud. HAHA. marc's an asshole! oh you want to know her real namevtrtk7yekytjdetjgsdgthat's her.. arhh! shoo laa! forget it, i shall tolerate for this few sec. HAHAHA. oh guess what?!?!?!? someone hacked in! [gasp?] i'm tired of chnging my pword </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110444758859504930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110444758859504930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110444758859504930' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110438543966951675</id><published>2004-12-30T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T13:54:30.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... marc asked me to go.i dont know or rather she knows what my ans will be, "i cant". she gives me a week to tell her. that's nice. she said she dont mind me having another on my mind when i'm with her as she knows it'll stop.. AHH! why cant stacy be as nice as marc?!i dont know... by next week, wednesday. hahs. first msg when i woke up was marc's.. she's nice. it's good to have someone who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110438543966951675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110438543966951675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110438543966951675' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110438383288073153</id><published>2004-12-30T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T13:55:11.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i changed my pword again. HAHA?you said that i've shaken your confidence in Me? guess what.. My WHOLE "friends list" has shaken toppled and your 3 names are no where to be found. thnks, for I've learnt a lesson. I trust pple too easily. THIS is how I feel now.. but I HAVE to keep it to myself. for OUR sake. to salvage this friendship, according to you. HAHA.you know, somehow i've a feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110438383288073153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110438383288073153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110438383288073153' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110402877363494014</id><published>2004-12-26T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T10:39:33.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night was the WORST night ever, i think. apparantly my sis thinks that i have been going out too much. note that shitty word "too" pls. -roar so here i am typing this, AGAIN. you know why again? cos my house had a circuit? black out??? every word is GONE! 1hr of entry is ka-phoof! ahhhh shhh... i was fucking wrong when i thought things would get better. WRONG! it ended with me crying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110402877363494014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110402877363494014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110402877363494014' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110379972078312481</id><published>2004-12-23T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T19:19:30.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SCREAM!i love natria pls. HAHA.love her blog, love THE pword!! -shyshe's my new gf IF she cut her hair and my new hired murderer. HAHA.the bruise on my head has gone down. didnt know it wld hurt that much getting whacked in the head by a hockey ball. haha. but somehow kiri thinks that have chnged me... to a better man. HAHA. robbie williams.think elis is so funny. haha. she called to ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110379972078312481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110379972078312481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110379972078312481' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110370696095380501</id><published>2004-12-22T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T20:50:30.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had bio today and pei overslept. not surprise. hahhaha. waited for shaleen then went to town where we met mun hui. then followed by mel and melanie and shit happened than cherie, poon and stacy.today WAS supposed to be fun. blablabla. pple got pissed and stuff so i left. think it was a waste of time since all of us was off. no offence but yeah... /i kept you at the back of my mindon the way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110370696095380501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110370696095380501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110370696095380501' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110361677476893594</id><published>2004-12-21T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T16:37:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. hahha.if y'all read shaleen's entry on the penang trip, dont bother reading this cos both of us blog abt it together. hahah we just switched our names around. HAHA.hmmm.. gonna do this in point form. HAHAHA. cos its gonna be ultra long!! HAHAHAH. oh! we jotted down the time of some funny/embarrassing moments in our phone! HAHA.shaleen grped with hanwei and ber [she regretted]while i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110361677476893594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110361677476893594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110361677476893594' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110361040170148476</id><published>2004-12-21T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T16:32:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BOO!hahha. will blog abt the penang trip with shaleen later..cant believe i'm back..the irony of it. that on the first night, i was wishing whole heartedly to be back home and during the journey back, i had tears in my eyes. somehow hoping that the tyres or smthg went wrong and just delay a lil longer.y'all know? that in penang, we as in shaleen and i laughed the whole time? like literally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110361040170148476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110361040170148476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110361040170148476' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110360092219186155</id><published>2004-12-21T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T11:48:42.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DONT CHANGE MY PASSWORD!!! leave it as NATRIA~! damn. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110360092219186155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110360092219186155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110360092219186155' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110309353098210356</id><published>2004-12-15T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T15:21:40.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had to hand in the goals by nine so yeah. after that met up with chicken for breakfast.. hahhaa. i missed her.why wont they believe me when i say i'm okay? AHH. i am. honest! swear! whatever it is but i'm telling the truth. this shit is becoming like a norm to me.. though i know this time it's for real.. dots but yeah, i'm okay. damn it, hate it when pple doubt what i say. tsk. dont see the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110309353098210356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110309353098210356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110309353098210356' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110302396245813035</id><published>2004-12-14T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T19:32:42.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahh thnks to kiri, i can lock this damn thing.hahha i dont really know why but is "i JUST feel like it" good enough?i just dont want to let anyone, JUST anyone know abt me.HAH, somehow that doesnt sound like me.. somehow...pple who know:kiripeivallc---&gt; i think?so hush hush please...oh guess what? slept ard 3plus last night, i think? HAHA. last time i checked, it was 0345 so yeah? i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110302396245813035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110302396245813035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110302396245813035' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110294823697303971</id><published>2004-12-13T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:30:36.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.. so it is official. hahaha that shaleen and i are not liverpool fans anymore. HAHA.. have to take it out.hmmm why doesnt kiri have a tag board???yup, that's it. this is lame. hahaha/my dreams are straying me away from what i have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110294823697303971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110294823697303971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110294823697303971' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110302210821676909</id><published>2004-12-13T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T19:01:48.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>is it my fault?did i do smthg wrong? and if i did... why am i not as sad as i thought i wld be? somehow i expected this... yeah, somehow...kinda weird that i'm not "broken"... that i'm not running to cheryl teo, crying.. bleh... think i've gotten use to this. honestly, i think i have.did u see? her blog? no more "*you"... michelle/chermin noticed it first. so was that the spark of everything? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110302210821676909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110302210821676909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110302210821676909' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110293378169827163</id><published>2004-12-13T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T18:29:41.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhh i'm bored again!!!HAHAHA.. tell you what i'm doing.. haha..was playing msn checkers with faezah. HAHA. we had 2kings each or is that what u called it? we lined them up in a row cos we cldnt get to eat each other. hahhaha.. then we decided to have a draw cos it wont end. hahahha now, we're playing minesweeper?? HAHA..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110293378169827163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110293378169827163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110293378169827163' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110293141507095453</id><published>2004-12-13T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:50:15.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pei han is baccckk! er... she WAS on the plane like erm around 3 plus? haha but i was slping so yeah, didnt reply her. haha. there's nthg else i want more now then to talk to her. it's that simple... somehow, my options are suddenly limited.. dots?/decision decisions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110293141507095453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110293141507095453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110293141507095453' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110285971192212540</id><published>2004-12-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:56:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[ you ]:knowing how u felt was the WORST thing that happened to me. note the past tense as in refering to the word "felt". so live with it. it was ancient history, ytd. dont come and screw/toy with my mind. the last 2 days was the worst day ever. total waste of sms. you're like an itch that i could not scratch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110285971192212540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110285971192212540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110285971192212540' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110277011769582109</id><published>2004-12-11T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:25:46.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>booo! decided to blog.. HAHAwhy is it that all the good players are in real madrid and they still suck? hmmm...did y'all watch singapore idol the encore?? hahahhaa.. i tell you, i melted when taufik sang "i dream" hahahha and i felt as though i was evaporating when he was singing "me and mrs. jones" HAHAHAHA.. esp when he shared the mic in the end with sly.. so sweett.. hahah k, i know its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110277011769582109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110277011769582109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110277011769582109' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110258683042199622</id><published>2004-12-09T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T18:07:10.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahh.. i'm bored. tsk.pei's not here.. cant call her..stacy's out with her mom, cant msg/call her either..elis had to go out with her sister so she cant talk and entertain me.. ahh..faezah doesn't want to play with me anymore, HAHA cos apparently her eyes hurt.. playing pool with shaleen now..think i'm getting too bored and restless that shaleen thinks i'm getting too vulgar. HAHA.k, i'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110258683042199622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110258683042199622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110258683042199622' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110205310984861615</id><published>2004-12-03T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T13:51:49.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I won't talkI won't breatheI won't move till you finally seeThat you belong with meYou might thinkI don't lookBut deep inside in the corner of my mindI'm attached to youI'm weakIt's trueCause I'm afraid to know the answerDo you want me too?Cause my heart keeps falling fasterI've waited all my lifeTo cross this lineTo the only thing that's trueSo I will not hideIt's time to try </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110205310984861615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110205310984861615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110205310984861615' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110199615192504056</id><published>2004-12-02T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:02:31.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ytd was fun. hahaaa had sms "war" with pei. hahaa. apparently taufik is her husband..?? dots. hahahaa like what happened to sly?????? stupo fickle minded freak. hahha. and i'm pos to leave the reality to her and me, the dreaming??? hahaathat was nothing compared to today. nat misunderstood my question. hahah. she said she's taufik's husband without listening properly to me.. hahaha. and pei is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110199615192504056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110199615192504056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110199615192504056' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110160738753329441</id><published>2004-11-28T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T19:06:18.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>k, i've got the urge to blog..feel like talking but there's no one to "talk talk" to. and the best part is that... there's nthg to talk abt. HAH.all we do is argue.. so just bare with me.. or better still.. go, save yourself. hahaa. k, think this is funny. hahahaa. i'm like talking to myself. oh, think i'm gonna erase this blog soon cause somehow, i dont feel like updating anymore? hahahaa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110160738753329441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110160738753329441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110160738753329441' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110126511520455057</id><published>2004-11-24T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T10:58:35.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... MORNING!shall update.. feel like it.. or rather i need to go smthg while waiting for my sis to get dress. hahaahmmm what's new? i'm darker.. there's a cut on my lip.. dots. feel so ugly. hahaah change topic! hahhaa.i miss obs.. like alot alot. miss saying "fooh" to pple who understand. hahhaa. miss delia's cold jokes.miss nat and cheang's laughter.miss partner. hahah oh now that i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110126511520455057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110126511520455057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110126511520455057' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110035029172383573</id><published>2004-11-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T20:51:31.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>..... guess what? i didnt fast today. dots. so... that's like eleven days?so hari raya is tmr? but i dont feel like hari raya-ing...JUST realise that i'm grandmotherless. hahhaa. both sides. think that's very saddening... tmr will be diff.. i guess? without my grandmother on my dad's side.. can totally imagine her with her big big sunglasses.. hahaa yeah, when we take photo. hahaa cos somehow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110035029172383573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110035029172383573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110035029172383573' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110025605716262943</id><published>2004-11-12T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T19:39:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>met my sis at her work place. hahaha. she's weird. ok, in a good way? hmmm... laughed alot and everything on her today is PINK. dots.. she bought a PINK wallet and collected her PINK specs.. her attire, excluding her pants.. is pink. gosh.. she commented on everything and everyone.. hahah and her ego is so big! cant stand it. hahaa. k... enough abt that.. oh i did a good thing, i bought the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110025605716262943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110025605716262943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110025605716262943' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-110014244956405394</id><published>2004-11-11T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:13:04.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have I finally gotten it?Now, My heart bleeds no more.It's been turned to stone ( Like Yours).I've broken both my legs that fell for You.Recalling back would only sharpen My sense of pain.But outside my heart bleeds no more now.There's nothing else to do.I wanted to provide you with proof of what you put me throughIf I were to pretend that I were so happy,I'd keep it to myself.I won't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110014244956405394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/110014244956405394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110014244956405394' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109965172733680372</id><published>2004-11-05T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T18:48:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i frightened my grandfather ytd and he jerked. hahaha.. oh i start my cousin's bike the engine ytd. hahahhaa i almost pushed it down.. reached home ard 11plus plus plus? hmmmm... hahahhatoday was FUN! excluding some parts..at first sylvia and i had a task to "welcome parents and bring them to cherie/sarah there"? waited for a few minutes and welcomed the theresians instead since we had no "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109965172733680372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109965172733680372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109965172733680372' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109946766250597238</id><published>2004-11-03T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T15:41:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh guess what? i was late for trng AGAIN. hahhahaaa. so typical of me. hahaha when i intentionally wanna be late, i'll arrive either on time or earlier. vice versa. u shld get it. hahahhaphysical was hell and trng was a torture. erm come to think of it, trng was alright la? just that i was totally tired? hahhaa AND guess what? i broke ahem.. my fast. shit la.. nine straight days. somehow, when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109946766250597238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109946766250597238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946766250597238' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109940061585406453</id><published>2004-11-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T21:03:35.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sunshine: er.. somehow i'm feeling guilty for not saying "anything" on sunday. i mean yeah, cldn't think on the spot. cant work under pressure rmb? hahahaa erm hope the hug helped? hee? sorry again.. i mean yeah. suddenly that "...i just cry..." line.. erm.. yeah.. tc. hahahaa. don't stop singing, k? hehx. your no.1 fan. :)ok.. back. for awhile.went cycling in the afternoon. hahaha but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109940061585406453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109940061585406453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109940061585406453' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109937063594565284</id><published>2004-11-02T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:43:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>___ so finally i've decided to update. hahhahaa. relinked &amp; linked y'all.cldn't find a nice-nice skin or rather.. i scanned through 3 or 4 and gave up? wanted to upload a song but... FORGET IT.. somehow i cant figure out which song to choose.. tsk tsk... so negative.. hahhaa.. kkkANYWAY.. dots... still can't think of anything to blog abt. okay,i lied. hahhahaa.oh wait.kiri :TSK! when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109937063594565284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109937063594565284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109937063594565284' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109783326118276581</id><published>2004-10-15T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T18:31:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>_____and you can't stop now.one more time in this game we playsorry that i couldn't make you stayplacing pieces on the floorof all the things that we loved beforenew york city streets with friends by my sidetelling stories of those who've left us behindall the things we'll never saylike puddles in the rain --haha! i got in! *BEAM* am i brilliant or what. heh. x) woa, this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109783326118276581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109783326118276581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109783326118276581' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109245124639336344</id><published>2004-08-14T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T10:40:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shh... i'm gonna take advantage of the fact that you cant highlight the words on my blog.. hahhaa...i dunno.. think THIS is stupo. what kind of relationship is this?? you dun even have time for me.. think this is pathetic. rather be single? i'm having doubts again.. hate when this happen.. then again.. i cant live without her.. without stacy tay. kinda ironic dun you think? cant live without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109245124639336344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109245124639336344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109245124639336344' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109210366125092238</id><published>2004-08-10T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T10:07:41.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>morning? dotskkk, think smthg's wrong with my computer cos everything uber BIG.ytd was rather~ interesting...oh somebody committed suicide just across the street from my flat last night, str8 away after the ndp thing.. hahahaa.. my mom heard... wait, pratically my FAMILY heard the 'pi-ak' sound excluding me.. hahhhaa.oh... pang's an ass la... dots..back, COS i was happily listening to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109210366125092238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109210366125092238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109210366125092238' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109204162361104662</id><published>2004-08-09T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T16:53:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm bored!i hate the break. its ass boring and all. HAH.the time pass so sloowly, i want sch to start... then again~ CA twill follow.. darn it.. i'm never satisfied..oh my fren asked me "why do pple say the word fuck when their angry?" hahhaa... she was like.. "isnt fuck mean doing it" hmmm... yeah and like if u hate the person &amp; you tend to ask the person to "fuck you/off" right? but why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109204162361104662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109204162361104662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109204162361104662' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109184090346703493</id><published>2004-08-07T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T09:08:23.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it's hard to tell if you should hurry up or slow down. Life is not a race, you keep telling yourself. But then you look around and everyone's wearing brand-new running shoes. k, i'm bored... lets blog. hahhaha.. oh~ MORNING... dots.. cant believe it... i'm still high.. haaa.. oh announcement!!! sarah tan is MY new holding hands partner!!! hahhahaa just read her blog. hahahaakkk. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109184090346703493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109184090346703493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109184090346703493' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109178788098538486</id><published>2004-08-06T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T18:24:40.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>glad there's no english lesson. dun have to face that trashbag today. rite.. she's not pin pointing to anyone huh? yeah... not anyone maybe just to cherie and me.. dots. bloody hell. when she scolded us like its totally obvious that she was refering to both of us la. tsk. kept pointing to me.. expecting me to look at her.. and what she said was totally hurting.. lick my rectum la..had a blast </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109178788098538486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109178788098538486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109178788098538486' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109161796292075675</id><published>2004-08-04T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T19:12:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.. today is like damn fun la.. hahhaa. everyone's super high. hahhaa.oh.. natria's scary when she's higghh.. hahhaa. honest! hahaa. so long didn laugh like this with them.. hahaha.oh i came late cos i missed the train..! not purposely!!! hahhahaa. believe me shaleen &amp; sylvia!! hahhaaa. honest!!enjoyed every period today including.. mly.. unbelievable rite? hahaah cos shaleen was sitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109161796292075675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109161796292075675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109161796292075675' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109144111243977435</id><published>2004-08-02T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T18:05:12.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fell aslp during lit. hahaaha. whatever. hahaha.. like u care.. hahhaoh... wait... THankS PEI HAN... she wanted the color to be orange. hahhaa. kkk.. took forever to choose "****" it k.. hahhahaa.. was looking for kiri during maths... dots.. hahahha.lai meiyi's evill~!!!! think my hand is rough paper is it?? test ink zit?? tsk tsk. hahhahaa. so i'm ur punching bag la??? tsk! evil or evil?? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109144111243977435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109144111243977435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109144111243977435' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109126418341128664</id><published>2004-07-31T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T16:58:29.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ello. hahhahaa.was totally high ytd. hahhaa. think its cos of the stacy's chocolate. hahhaa.dashini, devaki, nithiya &amp; cassandra totally drilled them down. hahahhaaa. especially devaki when she said "no thank you" to anjana.. oklah, dunno whther she was taking revenge but pei &amp; i just clapped &amp; cheered for her.. hahahhaa. and and dashini... oh my!!! she rocks man! like attitude.. hahhhaa.. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109126418341128664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109126418341128664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109126418341128664' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109084023313557439</id><published>2004-07-26T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T19:10:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>eh, sorrie to ask but who the hell is my laughing partner???been going round asking. hahahhaha. asking all the crazy pple if they're my laughing partner. hahhaa. arh... just cant rmb WHO. hahhaa.. think meiyi's like damn funny la. hahha. cheng!! can you see??? i'm damn-ing. hahhaa. kkk. went back with nette, yw &amp; cheng. hahha. nette is extra evil today. really. hahhaa. yw's first touch is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109084023313557439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109084023313557439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109084023313557439' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109075070112707046</id><published>2004-07-25T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T18:20:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                   INVAAAASION   muahahhaaa. like shucks.. haha. i figured out my dear lauhing partner's password!!! ha ha ha.. like total duhness lah huh? your *****s. come on pple start bribing me! ha ha. and why the hell didn you link me huh? want to die zit?? idiot. ha ha ha. oh! tell all of you the truth la huh.. she lovvees meee more than anyonnee... ooops. its out of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109075070112707046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109075070112707046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109075070112707046' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109066870913032105</id><published>2004-07-24T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T19:43:31.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ytd was damn fun okay... er~ some parts.. hahahaa.. had pe, pe, chem, recess den dismissed. hahahaa. totally rite?? played hockey with michelle, pei, val, marcia &amp; yw for awhile cos we're waiting for the 3a gurls. hahhaaa. kept laughing at val &amp; yw. hahhaa. michelle hit a hard ball &amp; it hit yw's ankle &amp; she act macho.. "not pain.. chey~, not pain".. hahhaha.. went town with pei, stacy, val, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109066870913032105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109066870913032105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109066870913032105' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109040349877827137</id><published>2004-07-21T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T17:54:51.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUN! k, let me tell yall.. hahhaa.. after maths is english rite?hahha.. 10 more mins till recess &amp; yw asked me to run.. hahhahaa.. damn funny.. &amp; mrs chan forgot that we had only 1 period with her den HAH... shld have seen yw's face.. hahhahaa she like packed her stuff like 3 times. hahhaa and she left her wallet in the canteen. hahaha so pei &amp; i kept it. omg! took her forever to realised </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109040349877827137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109040349877827137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109040349877827137' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109023342684860620</id><published>2004-07-19T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T18:37:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kkk, i'm bored. too free. talking to cheng &amp; sylvia &amp; elis &amp; some girl who refused to be named. really! freaky okay! she dun want to tell me her name! HAH.. she's getting on MY damn nerves. HEY! know u'll be reading this so PISS OFF.. but found out 2 things frm her though. hahahaa. someone fancy pei.. hahaa. she refused to tell me who. hah. nvm. tel half way only.. dots.. hahahaa. kkk... OH.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109023342684860620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109023342684860620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109023342684860620' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109022913022509520</id><published>2004-07-19T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T17:39:32.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today was FUN. hah.   think this "black font" words like totally fun. hahaa. imagine pple highlighting them to read. HA HA HA.. yes yes.. continue reading.. 1 2 3 4 5 6.. yesh, S-I-X is a good no. HAHAHAHA...   kkk, managed to postpone geog test. good cos i like didn study cos yea.. dots.. er~ was laughing throughout the period. haha. think yw's high today. once the recess bell rang, she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109022913022509520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109022913022509520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109022913022509520' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-109011271421884579</id><published>2004-07-18T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T09:11:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>omg. are [you] talking abt me? it really feels like it. the "indirect cause" totally scream "karmila".  i didn see [it] &amp; i'm sorry. [your] not a punching bag.. trust me, [your] NOT.  If i need to vent it on someone it'll certainly not be [you], there's soo many other innocent pple i can do that on.. &amp; [you] know i can..   take my "theresian heart" badge away cos i certainly am not. esp not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109011271421884579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/109011271421884579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109011271421884579' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108998494895627084</id><published>2004-07-16T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T21:37:36.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>... just got back.. i'm really really tired. gonna wake up late tmr. HAH. gonna force myself  if  i have to.. yall shld know what i mean. hahahaa.   start the day really bad. miss quek "scolded" me bcos of the class "slowness" so i shouted at them.. &amp; lead really fast.. i'm sorry. didn talk much today. hahhaaa val acts like mr sng. hahaha. really really funny.. was singing the whole of today. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108998494895627084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108998494895627084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108998494895627084' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108988362602496270</id><published>2004-07-15T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T17:27:06.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cldn slp last night. decided to read a book &amp; listen to muh ipod... amazing rite? [referin to me, reading la] noo, cos i thought if i read.. confirm i wld fall aslp what.. so yea. BUT that didn happen.. ended up reading the whole book. 1 of my sis's anne rice collection. hahahha fell aslp at 2plus.. was yawning throughout school. hahahaa..today was fun. hahahhaa.. here goes..wanted to disturb</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108988362602496270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108988362602496270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108988362602496270' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108979474216583469</id><published>2004-07-14T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:02:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>think cherie's horny.. she's touching everywhere.. hahaa. think cheryl's crazy.. cant stand her.. she can break my walls.....did i do the wrong thing?... but you wanted it.. BUT this doesn feel right... did i? BUT you wanted it... didn you? you told her that... didn know i was pissing you off.. didn know i was getting on your nerves... maths test was alright.. i figured out how to do the log </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108979474216583469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108979474216583469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108979474216583469' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108971446059688102</id><published>2004-07-13T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T18:51:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got this stupid cut on my face.. dots. hate it! arhh... when is it gonna heal~~?? dots.. hahhahaa. ignore that.mood swing today. hahhaha.. got on pei's &amp; cheng's nerves.. hahahahaa. er~ yeah? ... i need the damn a maths paper!!! TSK... FORGET IT... whatever.. out.. dun feel like blogging.. wait, i wanted to blog. had soo much stuff to blog about on the way home.. but cant seem to rmb/recall</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108971446059688102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108971446059688102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108971446059688102' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108953799307819608</id><published>2004-07-11T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T17:26:33.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haah.. left with chem~... dots.. never de mind.. hahahha.. never give up never surrender!! dots... msning with cheng. hah. she's proving me wrong abt black background? hahhaha.. nvm.. she woke up earlier than me today. amazing? hahhaha. and she's slping now. haa. since 1319 till now.. like its 1751!!! no comments.. k, nthg else to say.. gonna be so chaotic tmr.. hahhahaa. STILL think our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108953799307819608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108953799307819608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108953799307819608' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108943295133775038</id><published>2004-07-10T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:24:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>KIRI! tsk you la~!guess what happened?? nvm.. i'll tell you! haha. er... i thought trng was in sch today see.. so i left my stuff in school. BUT shaleen msged &amp; said it was at delta. like dot, dot or DOTS?? so i had to like happily go to school and take my stick and stuff. In the end, i went fer like 20mins of trng? hahahahaa.. They say it takes a minuteto find a special person, an hour </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108943295133775038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108943295133775038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108943295133775038' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108936454637964932</id><published>2004-07-09T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T11:48:33.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got the theresian heart award? i feel utra guilty standing up there, listening to mrs chua talked about the "heart" pple.. like dots. that is so~ not me. hahahhaaa. anjana was like, "i wondered why i'm chosen but after seeing that you can get it... think everyone sure have a chance". hahhaha. like ouch or what? nola.. its true.. i'm evil! hahhahaa. i admit.. hahhaha.. took the badge then covered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108936454637964932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108936454637964932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108936454637964932' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108927475326363544</id><published>2004-07-08T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T16:19:13.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so fast 2nd week.. hahhahaa.. why?? dot, dot or dots?? hahahaa..er~ watched spiderman 2 ytd!!! hahhaha... "go get them tiger".. hahhaha.. that sounds so come-to-me-baby? hahahhaaa.. kkk.. darn it. shld have blog abt ytd ytd. get it? like blog about wednesday ytd.. kkk.. hahhaha.. dun think u get it BUT nvm.. hahhaha.. tsk, tsk or tsk?? hahhaha... fun or fun?kkk... not in the mood to blog long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108927475326363544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108927475326363544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108927475326363544' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108910455827768382</id><published>2004-07-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T17:02:38.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay.. this is totally contradicting from the previous entry.. hahhaha.. nuts, nuts or nuts?? hmmm... tough options.. hahhaha.. dots.k, i take evrything back about going to sch? cos sch was GREAT.. sadly.. it WAS. hohoo.. hmmm.. let me see.. i laughed.. laughed.. AND~ laughed today. hahahahhaa. especially during maths. hahahaa. cheryl t-o. tsk tsk. hahahahh pei, cheryl &amp; i laughed like macam so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108910455827768382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108910455827768382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108910455827768382' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108899929947812265</id><published>2004-07-05T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T11:48:19.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>everything is wrong! i meant e-ve-ry-thing... like everything everything you get it?? shitt you.. i dun really care whether you get it or not.waste muh forty bucks on her fucking watch.. idiot or what?? forty?? its like the cheapest i cld get &amp; like my mom is "singing" now.. DOTS.. i dun reply msges..even if i do, i said smthg bad? or sent a line or 2.. like totally waste rite? might as well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108899929947812265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108899929947812265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108899929947812265' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108892946874312302</id><published>2004-07-04T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T16:24:28.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey heybeen busy? or maybe~ it's lazy? dots...shhit... guess what? i forgot how to 'blog'. hahaa. kkk, feeling weird now. i'm actually thinking what/how to post. retarded or what? haa. is it just me or does the time really fly by? June hols is over &amp; tmr will be the 2nd week of term 3? dots.. fast, fast or fast? dots..face of a stone, was shocked on the other end of the phoneword back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108892946874312302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108892946874312302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108892946874312302' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108830069455595454</id><published>2004-06-27T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T17:09:51.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok~... here goes..thursdaywoke up at 5am? or rather was force to wake up. went to NUH cos grandma was admitted cos she had difficulty breathing. the strangest thing was that i found out e-ve-ry-one was at muh aunt's place which is like a walking distance frm muh hse excluding my family.. dots when this shit happen.. went there in sch u cos i thought she wld be fine.. i mean it's not her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108830069455595454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108830069455595454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108830069455595454' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108795675592392445</id><published>2004-06-23T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T10:12:35.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok wait... firstly to boss :arhh~! dots. how cld you go to the LP concert! DOTS.. so this is what you do with my pay~! you piece of--.... seaweed! you PRETTY thng! arh~! box you la~!!kkk... now, that's done. hahhahahaa.italy won! did you see the goals?? uber nice.BUT they're not in! cant believe italy's not in!! shucks.. cos apparently the top 3 had the same points so they have to go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108795675592392445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108795675592392445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108795675592392445' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108787239100816628</id><published>2004-06-22T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T11:11:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MORNING... wait... yea, it's still morning.. hahhahah.boss : sorry~ for taking such a long break. hahhahaha.. tiring la this "updating" job. hahhah-you- :think i did smthg wrong? did i? i duno.. cos if i did you have to tell me... whatever i did.. i didn mean it, okay? i'm sorry. i didn use you. honest.. i wld never do that.. esp to you [wink].. why are u avoiding me?? i think i did smthg </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108787239100816628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108787239100816628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108787239100816628' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108747611813429189</id><published>2004-06-17T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T20:41:58.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the movie was horrible. horrible. horrible. tsk tsk. talked uber loud durin the movie. hahahha. some pple kept shoo-ing me away.. fine la. i go~.. dots. hahhaahha. think pei &amp; mel walked very slow. haha. strawberry gurl was totally irritated with the lady at popular.. hahha. she told the woman that the q was behind. hahhaa. tsk tsk. how evil can she be??song playing now:It's not like you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108747611813429189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108747611813429189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108747611813429189' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108739027861632795</id><published>2004-06-16T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T20:51:18.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>....ok~ fine... m thinking of smthg to blog abt... waiting 4faezah to come online den can "update" her. hahahhaha. boss, where are you??wad the hell is running thru my mindcan someone tell me if im blindwhen everyone is deadnone can regret wad they saidso wad is the point that im trying to sayits that no matter either nite or daealtho u haf tried to apologiseits no useits in me,as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108739027861632795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108739027861632795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108739027861632795' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108721496280197244</id><published>2004-06-14T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T21:00:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kkk.. this is gonna be long.. so take your time hahhahaa.was totally irritated last night &amp; this morning [stare]. forget it.. shln go into it cos dots... forget it..reached tbp.. POS to meet stacy at 1015 BUT she reached at 1030 plus? ard there... dots. she woke up at 0930 &amp; told me not to worry cos apparently tbp is near her house &amp; confirm she wont be late BUT... like i said~... she reached</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108721496280197244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108721496280197244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108721496280197244' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108713466378260147</id><published>2004-06-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T21:51:03.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lalalaa..hahhaha.. was late fer the match. not really~ late cos it starts at 3 but have to be there by erm 2.. hahhaa. i reached at 230? smthg like that. hahhaa. was watching portugal vs greece. arhh figo disappoint me.. dots. that penalty~! arhh..met weizhen &amp; felicia at the traffic light?hahhaa stood behind them fer like 3 mins den they realised that i was there... dots. rushed up cos bubu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108713466378260147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108713466378260147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108713466378260147' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108708891852120829</id><published>2004-06-13T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T09:22:48.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up early today. sis was making alot of noise~.. she woke me up to ask whether she cld borrow my t for gym. dots. feel like boxing her.. hahah. but nvm.. august.. den they'll be gone.. kkk. that's evil.. i take them back..guess [she's] still slping. hahahhaa. not surprising though. [grin]feel like boxing faezah. hahhaaa. made me think all sorts of egg "dishes" &amp; in the end she decided to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108708891852120829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108708891852120829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108708891852120829' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108703935940958186</id><published>2004-06-12T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T19:23:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay so~ i haven't been updating.but does it really matter? dots...there's so many question going through my mind &amp; i still cant figure out the ans.. arrhh.i think smthg's wrong.. i think smthg will go wrong cos~... everything been going too smoothly. hahhahaha? forget it... will just keep it to myself. dots. maybe i'm just mood-swinging?? hahahs is there such a thing? dotsc her : you got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108703935940958186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108703935940958186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108703935940958186' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108649770488116834</id><published>2004-06-06T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T12:55:04.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cldn slp last night. kept turning and turning. hahhaz BUT when i did, someone called 675*****.. duno who. like wth! it was 2+ eh! stupid freak.cheng &amp; lily came down. hahhaz. like i still dun understand why they wake so early for this.. but anyway THANKS! muahahhahaz... scored 2 but mr balb still scold me. fine.. 4get it...kept getting blown cos i backed-tackle. hahahhaz. sorry la. tsk but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108649770488116834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108649770488116834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108649770488116834' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108640698653523553</id><published>2004-06-05T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T11:43:06.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok erm.. morning? hahahahz.. shall update.. evil partner hinting2.. hahhaz.. tsk..erm.. erm watched harry potter ytd at westmall. hahhaz cos we tot that 2nd day wld still be hard to get tickets... so went to ulu-fied place &amp; wth~, you cant choose the seatings.. &amp; 2 counters were only working.. like ur service is super good~? my sisters were totally irritated with the pple there that they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108640698653523553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108640698653523553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108640698653523553' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108614875625191903</id><published>2004-06-02T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T11:59:16.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok~ shall force myself to update. hahahhaz. request by dear! came to a conclusion that all... ALL 3a gurls are evil. like wth rite?? cheng &amp; shaleen made me wait so long that i had time to go mc &amp; finish my hashbrown &amp; milk &amp; go back down to wait... argh.. hahahz.den reached sch early cos i have to separate the test papers cos ahem~ dots, i forgot to do them last fri. yea.. hahhaz. not muh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108614875625191903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108614875625191903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108614875625191903' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108600296863903737</id><published>2004-05-31T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T19:31:22.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kkk.. my computer. hahhaz. better. faster. hah. kkk, by myself.dad's back!!! muahahhahaz. went out with him today. get new turf shoe. hah! he bought 2 pairs cos he cant decide which 1 to get. hahahz. totally rite?? hahhaz but he's flying off AGAIN on wednesday... like box him arh. so fast...felt so guilty when i sat next to him... hahhaz. told him abt my maths den he looked-- disappointed. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108600296863903737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108600296863903737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108600296863903737' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108599308920616017</id><published>2004-05-31T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T16:50:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay~ at muh aunt's place. arghhh i'm irritated. dammit. her computer is fucking slow. I meant uber sl0W anD like arghhh any time it suddenly caps the words and like i have to un-cap LOCK IT&gt; SEE!!!! I DIDN PRESS ANYTI|HING! ARHHHHHHHHH&gt; THAT"S POS TO BE A FUcking fullstop &amp; see the words?? it became smallerr. arghhhhh... cant stand it! shall blog laterr then.. when i reach home!xuan~ ure my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108599308920616017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108599308920616017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108599308920616017' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108587706285510627</id><published>2004-05-30T07:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T10:29:34.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hah! think-- NO~... lay cheng IS evil~. roarr. the head is mine!! cant believe she's bringing camera to "expose" shaleen &amp; i in skirts... like only an evil person could come up with that idea, ritte?? had fun on msn with you. hahahz. cracks me up. hahhaz. my mom thinks i'm crazy cos she walked in &amp; i was smiling when we're arguing abt MY man. hah! mine top, urs bottom! agree?? good! deal! hah!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108587706285510627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108587706285510627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108587706285510627' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108573621820163434</id><published>2004-05-28T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T17:23:38.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm... having a blast on msn with shaleen &amp; sylvia. hahhaz. kkk. mrs wong called me ytd. hahahz. nvm. there's nthg to blog abt or rather dun feel like bloggng anyway.hmmm... think we're breaking up? dun u think so? pls dun. must stand/stay unite! hahz.hey hey~ jus found out that laycheng is coming on thursday too. hahahz. totally. think their gonna luff their heads off watching us play. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108573621820163434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108573621820163434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108573621820163434' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108561833440860419</id><published>2004-05-27T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T08:38:54.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so~ i'm at home. pon-ned today. hahhaz so did karteka &amp; karverna rite?? hahahz. totally. cos my OTHER cousin's getting married today see... hahahz. that's a good excuse, rite? hahahz. anyhow, i'm telling the truth. hahhaz. whatever~.hmmm~ my left wrist hurts. hell~ it's swollen. arghhh after the tuesday's trng. stupo. what the hell did i do wrong? hahahz. cant rmb getting injured or wacked at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108561833440860419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108561833440860419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108561833440860419' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108548614580297050</id><published>2004-05-25T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T19:55:45.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>had a blast in sch. stupo devaki~ argh... hahahhaz.shaleen &amp; i in our own world again. hahahz. didn listen to coach. hahhaz. did our own things when asked to do another. hahahhz. think the sec1s very hyper. think they full of crap, esp THOSE few.. arh. crazy~...ANYWAY~ what the hell did i do to offend [you] loh?? arh.. like maybe i/we SHOULD be the 1 who is pisst or be doing all the diao-ing?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108548614580297050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108548614580297050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108548614580297050' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108539104228119572</id><published>2004-05-24T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T17:38:27.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>jus realised smthg while playing with the 3a gurls. hahahz that~ no one trust/believe me when i played bluff. hahahz. totally. like every freaking card i placed down~, surely 1 of them will turn it to check. roarrr. hahahz. but hack! hahahz. i didn lie at all.. hahhaz. i won!! i woN!! hahahz.hmmm... oh my~.. didn kno heart attack could be so~ panic-ky? hahahz. goodness. hahahhaz. played with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108539104228119572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108539104228119572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108539104228119572' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184135.post-108522619883472356</id><published>2004-05-22T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T20:47:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hmmm~ had fun today. ha ha ha. seriously la. hahahhaz. had trng in the morning. roarr. pos to start at 0830 but mr balb reached at 9plus. stupo. if i had known~ i'll take my time cos i was late see... i could have spend the time enjoying the scenery. hahahhaz. NOT.you kno wad caroline said?? cos 2balls were missing &amp; i asked them to go find. so she was like maybe it went in the gents &amp; she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108522619883472356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184135/posts/default/108522619883472356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thruthedark06.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108522619883472356' title=''/><author><name>lala</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
