<?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-35786083</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:13:47.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide Romance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-2257567332127933884</id><published>2007-02-06T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:46:37.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED TO LJ!</title><content type='html'>HEY PEOPLE! RELINK ME! I've moved to LJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://summerfacade.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://summerfacade.livejournal.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya'll there. &lt;33333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-2257567332127933884?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/2257567332127933884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=2257567332127933884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/2257567332127933884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/2257567332127933884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/02/moved-to-lj.html' title='MOVED TO LJ!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-7029913540075562992</id><published>2007-02-05T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T17:52:29.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>I had lotsa fun with my dear Ting ting today! School is fun with her around. Wahahaha. Morning, met SJ before meeting ting and ling. We had biscuits from my darling tingting today! Yay! I love that biscuit. LOL. We board the bus, stopped at school and off to school. Siti sat with me during Chem, we talked abt the soccer match SG Vs Thailand. Talked abt what she did yest and stuff. SS was boring, Mr Lee was being fucked up again abt the whole test thing. WTF! He himself said last week, don't do the test since I didn't go find him after school on wed. And today, he scolded me for not finding him. WTF man. MR LEE, YOU SUCK! Ass! I wasn't in the mood during his lesson. -roll eyes-. Anyway, Cons came later and we chatted during CME. It was boring anyway. Recess, chatted with Vern, Bran and Sasa. English was next and it was fun! LOL. We had to do this work, it talks abt love. We have to write an introduction on 1) A love lost &amp; 2) Falling in love for the first time. I can't really write for both since I'm not well experienced in it. :P Then, for qn 1, we have to write it so emo! Ting's introduction was SO EMO ! LOL! Since then, Ting have been acting emo. It was so funny! Math was ok, Petrick was acting like a fool when Mrs Tan was on her way to the classroom &amp; she saw. Haha! MT was ok, as Cikgu Aziz gotta leave early for the soccer match againsh ACS(I), we sorta had a free period. Siti kept disturbing me, very irritating. :( &lt;br /&gt;Went to find Nedu after school to ask her to postpone the test for me to tmr since I had a headache. She was nice to let me do it tmr! Yay! Now, at least I've the time to study. :D Then waited for my darling to finish her lunch and we're off. Bought waffle and we chatted. On the way home, Ting was acting emo! Again with her nonsense! I love  going home with her. Endless crap from her. Hahaha. I LOVE YOU, darling! &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I asked Ridzuan abt the girl. Haha. Ass! He asked me the same qn back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, last night SG Vs Thailand match. BAh! The Thais was playing rough once again! Y'know before the match starts and all the players gotta shake hands, the Thais players had fucked up faces! Wah, not happy huh? :P The game had a lot of fouls. I hate Thailand players, no 2 and no 7. They played so rough esp no 7! Ass man that player. The referee should have sent him out! No discipline on field. My house was noisy as my whole family was screaming. It would be waaayy more fun if I'm watching with my cousins. All the endless cursing! Wahaha. Anyway, I'm glad S'pore won. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hope is a driving factor in helping us stay on course in life.&lt;br /&gt;It may feel as though it comes and goes,&lt;br /&gt;but in reality there is always hope,&lt;br /&gt;there is always a chance for something else to happen,&lt;br /&gt;and you need to have faith that it will.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Hold me so close,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me until I can't breathe&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away every tear that I cry&lt;br /&gt;Love me till the very day that I die&lt;br /&gt;Show me how much I mean to you&lt;br /&gt;Help me when I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to get through&lt;br /&gt;Catch me every time I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; most importantly, never&lt;br /&gt;Walk away &amp; make me lose it all.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;times were tough, but the memories remain,&lt;br /&gt;situations were rough, but we overcame.&lt;br /&gt;side by side; together we grew.&lt;br /&gt;cause when its said and done,&lt;br /&gt;i`ll look back on a friend like you &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;we're just silly little girls&lt;br /&gt;who fall in love way to easily,&lt;br /&gt;laugh way too hard,&lt;br /&gt;act like complete dumb asses,&lt;br /&gt;make our lives way more&lt;br /&gt;dramatic than they should be,&lt;br /&gt;talk way too much shit,&lt;br /&gt;and would be completely lost&lt;br /&gt;without each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-7029913540075562992?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/7029913540075562992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=7029913540075562992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/7029913540075562992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/7029913540075562992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/02/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-4889044096157570015</id><published>2007-02-04T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:42:33.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE WINS AFC! :D</title><content type='html'>YAY! YAY! YAY! I'M SUPER HAAAPPPYYYY THAT SINGAPORE WON THE AFC! &lt;i&gt;bwahahahahaha to Thailand.&lt;/i&gt; GO SINGAPORE! YOU ROCK! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D Congrats to players on both field &amp; bench! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! I'm too happy to blog now. But I do have a LOT of comments on the game. SO, tmr maybe? Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-4889044096157570015?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/4889044096157570015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=4889044096157570015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/4889044096157570015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/4889044096157570015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/02/yay-yay-yay-im-super-haaapppyyyy-that.html' title='SINGAPORE WINS AFC! :D'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-399131169612794272</id><published>2007-02-02T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:43:21.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintended</title><content type='html'>Didn't update for 2 weeks. I was sick okay! Didn't go to school and missed out on a lot of stuff. Didn't get to celebrate Weiling's birthday with her but at least I get to see her and wish her :D:D Haha. Heard she had an AWESOME sweet 16. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! This week have been non-stop fun. It's great to get back to school from being sick and just have fun with your friends. YAY! :D :D I LOVE MY DARLINGS! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiring. POA was first lesson, BORING as always. Had test. Sucked. Haha. For PE, we had to run around the school for our 2.4km run. It was tiring cos the last time I run like that was last year's 2.4km test. YEAH, I'm a lazy pig, I know. HEhehe. Ran with ting, it was fun. LOL. Surprisingly, I didn't get stitches and my body didn't ache like I always do. Played floorball after that. I was tired and was feeling really giddy by then. Bahh! After that was math. Math was okay, Mrs Tan has been on good mood for 2 days, GOOD! :) For recess I played with Cuihua. Showed YeeVonn that &lt;i&gt;mother fucker&lt;/i&gt;. Ting knows who cos we both hate him to the fucking core. Talked to Vern too. Vern has been lame these days. He kept asking me stupid random qns. HAha. Was late for Chem. Cons and I made this excuse that we didn't know where the Chem lab is as we didn't come last week. But it's true! :)) Chem practical was fun! I love mixing chemicals. LOL. But one thing sucked when I had to smell i-d-k-what-thing. The smell like, goes up to my nose and it fucking hurts! I almost cry! It was sooooo &lt;b&gt;awful&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;After school stood at canteen there waiting for the sky to fall. LOL. No, of cos. Was waiting for those band people to decide whether they're going for band or not. Saw JL and Cuihua. We decided to go lunch tgt. Then there's this guy from 4/4 who was acting REALLY weird. He kept calling my name and stood near us. Then he started taking pictures. Like, WTF? The girls like started surrounding me and Cuihua becomes my lesbo partner. :) Haha. We went to KFC. JL and Cuihua decided to go home, said bye and went on. We were soo noisy in there. Being insane girls as usual. I was feeling kinda down and kept quiet. &lt;/i&gt;I don't know whyyyyyyyyy!&lt;/i&gt; WTF! When we were leaving, Vern, Sasa, Siti, Amel and Brandon came. Vern was being lame again. Said our 'good-byes' and I started being my crazy self again. :D Bussed home with Shengjia! &lt;br /&gt;Reach home, I collapsed in my bed. I had a great sleep til I receive a phonecall! It disturbed my sleep. Then realised got a msg from Nurman. Text him til he made a small mistake and I got angry at him. He was sweet to let me cool down :)Haha. I shouldn't have reacted that way but it was mean of him to say that! Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! I need to go to zoo, bird park and botanic garden for ART! Shooooot. And I don't know when I can. Need to confirm with Siti, Amel and Candy. I'm lazy to go actually.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! This is my current favourite song of Muse. I was going crazy in class today wanting to take out my mp3 just to listen to that particular song. Haha. I got addicted to the song suddenly. Haha. Here you go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Unintended"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my unintended&lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one I'll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was the one who challenged&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams and all my balance&lt;br /&gt;She could never be as good as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be my unintended&lt;br /&gt;Choice to live my life extended&lt;br /&gt;You should be the one I'll always love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there as soon as I can&lt;br /&gt;But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-399131169612794272?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/399131169612794272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=399131169612794272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/399131169612794272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/399131169612794272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/02/didnt-update-for-2-weeks.html' title='Unintended'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-7787783124002515845</id><published>2007-01-21T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:44:05.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and tired</title><content type='html'>Just came home from my gran's place. Some of my cousins were there. It was so nooisy! Haha. This 2 cousin of mine, they're siblings but the older one looooves to disturb my little darling. They were arguing non-stop. The little kid kept disturbing me while I was watching tv. He was screaming and running around me. I got pissed and shouted at the two of them. The little kid went quiet and tried to get my attention. I just ignore him. Haha. I'm mean but it's really irritating! Then when I wanna go home, he was mad at me cos I said I don't wanna friend him. Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed. I think I'm getting fever. I've been having running nose, sore throat and headaches! Waah! It'll be cool if I'm sick as I get to skip school but at the same time, I don't wanna get sick cos I'll be stuck at home doing nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather got admitted to the hospital today cos he's gonna have an operation tmr. :( I hope he'll be fine. Maybe I'll visit him later in the evening. &amp; I still have to get my Art work done. I feel soo sick right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-7787783124002515845?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/7787783124002515845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=7787783124002515845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/7787783124002515845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/7787783124002515845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-came-home-from-my-grans-place.html' title='Sick and tired'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-1095533079907513695</id><published>2007-01-20T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:44:45.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Had a terrible headache last night. &amp;, I didn't eat anything the whole day except for snack in the evening yesterday. Ate panadol, took a quick nap and I was alright. Text Ridzuan til 12+ and went to bed. And my sore throat is getting worse.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early today, I don't know why. Watch tv, shower and had breakfast. Went to do math and english hw. Got bored and went online. Chatted with Cons and watch tv. I'm lazy to do SS hw. I &lt;b&gt;hate&lt;/b&gt; Humanities! I still haven't study Chem &amp; Math. Oh, I just remembered, there'll be Bio practical test next week too! &amp; I don't know when! Screw the new time table. So many changes. And there's Math every single day. x( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not about being who everyone&lt;br /&gt;else wants you to be, it's about being&lt;br /&gt;yourself &amp;&amp; finding someone who&lt;br /&gt;loves every single bit of it&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that if you look carefully&lt;br /&gt;at people's eyes the first five seconds they look at you,&lt;br /&gt;the truth of their feelings will shine through for&lt;br /&gt;just an instant before it flickers away.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;High school is one big soap opera&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is gossiping about everyone else&lt;br /&gt;&amp; at the end of the day, you wonder&lt;br /&gt;what's going to happen tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;if the people we love are stolen from us,&lt;br /&gt;the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them.&lt;br /&gt;buildings burn. people die. but real love lives forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-1095533079907513695?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/1095533079907513695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=1095533079907513695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/1095533079907513695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/1095533079907513695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-terrible-headache-last-night.html' title=':D'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-5847913572387570198</id><published>2007-01-19T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:45:28.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day gone by</title><content type='html'>I'm having headaches now. I don't know why. Argh! What more, I didn't eat anything for the whole day. Yeah, since dinner last night. I only snacks just now.. :( I don't feel like having dinner, feel like throwing up man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiring. I had no mood to study anything today actually esp after PE. I just wanted to take a shower after that but there's no way I could do that in school. X/ After school straight away went to Ginza to buy magazines. Went back to school to go to  Ngee Ann Poly open house. It was kinda boring. But I do wanna go there for Mass Com course! :D Haha. But I wanna go Temasek too, because of their fashion course! Baah, I don't know.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see something about 'X', I can't help but laugh at 'X'. 'X' is like such a loser. All 'X' does is think highly of 'X's self &amp; blah blah. It's kinda gross. Many thinks 'X' is a loser. Haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is gonna be busy. I've to finish Art Brainstorming, Math hw, SS hw and study for Math &amp; Chemistry test. I better start finishing my homework first then off to study for tests &amp; finish Art. *dies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-5847913572387570198?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/5847913572387570198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=5847913572387570198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5847913572387570198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5847913572387570198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-having-headaches-now.html' title='Another day gone by'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-836989842454112111</id><published>2007-01-18T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:45:59.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cam-whores! XD</title><content type='html'>Whoot! Today was FUN! Haha. Only during Art lesson &amp; after school that is. LOL. I think this is the best week so far I had in CWDS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art lesson was fun. Ms Yeo gave us chocolates &amp;amp; didn't bother if we listen to mp3. She also said that if we finish our brainstorming by next week, she'll buy for us anything we want. As in food stuff I guess. COOL! :D:D I asked her to buy for us more chocs. Haha. Then art lesson ended &amp; had to stay back for art remedial. She went for a short meeting &amp;amp; print some pictures for us. We slacked while she was away. Ting came to art room &amp; I bought prata roll with her for lunch cos I was starving. Came back up &amp;amp; cam-whored! Haha. Cam-whored with Pet too. It was damn fun. Hahaha. Then I skipped choir. I wasn't feeling well too ok! Reached home &amp; went to sleep straight away. Yea, I was worn out. I slept late last night, talked to Ridzuan ah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee! Tmr going NP for their open house. I'm gonna cam-whore tmr again :D I'll post 3 pictures up only. Cos there's a lot &amp;amp; some are just funny. Haha. Enjoy! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/Ra9rDTBhF7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/thvGpp1_bdk/s1600-h/%23.997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/Ra9rDTBhF7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/thvGpp1_bdk/s320/%23.997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021349813931808690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tingting&lt;/span&gt; :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/Ra9rjzBhF8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/x43h3EtIKcY/s1600-h/%23.999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/Ra9rjzBhF8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/x43h3EtIKcY/s320/%23.999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021350372277557186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny faces. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/Ra9sazBhF9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/dBeqwzKcC60/s1600-h/%23.1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/Ra9sazBhF9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/dBeqwzKcC60/s320/%23.1008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021351317170362322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although we played around, I did do some work ok! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;All the &lt;em&gt;little things&lt;/em&gt; that annoyed you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;so much are the things you'll &lt;u&gt;miss&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the most when he's&lt;strong&gt; gone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;this past year, i`ve learned that goodbyes will &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;span&gt;hurt. pictures &lt;em&gt;never replace&lt;/em&gt; having been there.  &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;memories, &lt;strong&gt;good or bad&lt;/strong&gt;, will bring &lt;em&gt;tears&lt;/em&gt; to your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;&lt;/u&gt; words will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be able to replace  »»» &lt;em&gt;feelings..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;[12]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My&lt;em&gt; heart&lt;/em&gt; tells me that &lt;strong&gt;I&amp;#39;m in love with you&lt;/strong&gt; but my &lt;em&gt;head&lt;/em&gt; tells me it &lt;strong&gt;won&amp;#39;t work&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean we &lt;u&gt;broke up&lt;/u&gt; &amp; got &lt;em&gt;back together&lt;/em&gt; &amp; then &lt;strong&gt;broke up again&lt;/strong&gt;, it &lt;u&gt;can&amp;#39;t work&lt;/u&gt;. We fought &lt;em&gt;all the time&lt;/em&gt;. But my &lt;u&gt;heart still says&lt;/u&gt; I&amp;#39;m in &lt;strong&gt;love with you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;[13]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pull &lt;/strong&gt;back the&lt;em&gt; hair&lt;/em&gt; from your &lt;u&gt;eyes&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;and &lt;u&gt;let&lt;/u&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt; see your &lt;em&gt;pretty face&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; they &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; it when &lt;strong&gt;you smile&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span&gt;hurt. pictures &lt;em&gt;never replace&lt;/em&gt; having been there.  &amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;memories, &lt;strong&gt;good or bad&lt;/strong&gt;, will bring &lt;em&gt;tears&lt;/em&gt; to your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/u&gt; words will &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be able to replace  &lt;em&gt;feelings..&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;singing in a car packed full of your &lt;strong&gt;close friends&lt;/strong&gt;, laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;&lt;/u&gt; smiling and having the &lt;em&gt;best time&lt;/em&gt; of your life. with the *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;windows &lt;strong&gt;down&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; the moon shining bright. now &lt;em&gt;these&lt;/em&gt; are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the days that &lt;u&gt;i&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;live&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;for&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We're women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We &lt;b&gt;don't&lt;/b&gt; say what we want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;but we &lt;u&gt;reserve the right&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to be &lt;i&gt;pissed off&lt;/i&gt; if we &lt;b&gt;don't get it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You know someone is a &lt;b&gt;true friend&lt;/b&gt; when,&lt;br /&gt;you are about to &lt;i&gt;break down&lt;/i&gt; &amp;amp; cry, but&lt;br /&gt;they will say the &lt;u&gt;stupidest,&lt;/u&gt; most &lt;b&gt;random&lt;/b&gt; thing&lt;br /&gt;just to see you &lt;i&gt;smile&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-836989842454112111?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/836989842454112111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=836989842454112111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/836989842454112111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/836989842454112111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/whoot-today-was-fun-haha.html' title='Cam-whores! XD'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/Ra9rDTBhF7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/thvGpp1_bdk/s72-c/%23.997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-2981817776316051356</id><published>2007-01-16T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:46:20.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse is LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/RayqDDBhF6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/kPtgZp3z88M/s1600-h/Muse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/RayqDDBhF6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/kPtgZp3z88M/s320/Muse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020574653939259298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MUSE CONCERT TONIGHT AT FORT CANNING PARK! Bah, what a waste, their first time in SG &amp; I can't go to their concert. Damn. Vern's going. Like finally he'll get to see Muse for real. Haha. I wanna see Matthew Bellamy!! X( Haha, okay. I'll stop before I go crazy..  Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-2981817776316051356?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/2981817776316051356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=2981817776316051356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/2981817776316051356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/2981817776316051356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/muse-concert-tonight-at-fort-canning.html' title='Muse is LOVE!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/RayqDDBhF6I/AAAAAAAAAAg/kPtgZp3z88M/s72-c/Muse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-5440750415477197908</id><published>2007-01-16T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:47:21.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>School today was alright. Most of the time was boring. Came to school just in time as usual. Usual stuff. On the way back to class, told Sasa somethings. Yeah. First lesson was math. It was okay, did some sums. Next was SS. Mr Lee didn't come. This teacher came &amp; we just did our own stuff. He didn't care if we listened to mp3. Cool! :D Yeah, then crapped, joked, gossiped with Cuihua. It was funny. LOL. We were both just bored cos there's nothing fun to do. :/ Then Dom told Veera to show me who that guy in his class. That guy waved &amp;amp; then ask Dom to ask me stupid qns. haha. Lesson ended &amp; POA next. I finally understand SOMETHING about what ms neo teach. Though I don't understand completely.. Recess was boring as Sasa &amp;amp; I had to do duty. During Bio did practical. The yeast stinks! Haha. I love the colour of the Benedict Sltn. It's really cool. K, MT was next. Boring once again. Sum it all up, my day was a boring one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy last night when we talked. I mean, it's been quite a while especially after the whole argument. I said sorry &amp; we're okay. It seems forever since we last talk. We talked like we usually do last time. Most of the time he was simply being lame. Yeah, I'm just glad everything's cool between us. :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30 Seconds to Mars - "A Beautiful Lie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Lie awake in bed at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And think about your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Do you want to be different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Try to let go of the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; The battles of your youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 'Cause this is just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's a beautiful lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's the perfect denial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Such a beautiful lie to believe in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; So beautiful, beautiful it makes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; It's time to forget about the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; To wash away what happened last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Hide behind an empty face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Don't ask too much, just say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; 'Cause this is just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Everyone's looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'm running around in circles, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; A quiet desperation's building higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I've got to remember this is just a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-5440750415477197908?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/5440750415477197908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=5440750415477197908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5440750415477197908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5440750415477197908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-today-was-alright.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-5628798775519272273</id><published>2007-01-15T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:48:22.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripped memory</title><content type='html'>School today was weird. Haha. Somehow, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the MRT early &amp; I thought everyone had left. LOL. So, text Cons and shes on her way. Then Shengjia came, Ting next &amp;amp; the rest too. Then board the bus. It was full once again. Wah, I hate this part. The bus stopped a stop before school, then this bunch of banglas came &amp; squeezed in. &amp;amp; worse, I'm near the door. I WAS FREAKING OUT LAH! I almost cry. I just don't like. Y'know, reading articles about them... Lucky there was some space near Ting &amp; I went to her. I was still freaking out. When we reach school, I was relieved. Damn, I hope it'll NEVER EVER happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached school just in time. Time-table changed. So dumb! Just because of a teacher, the whole school gotta suffer. Pfft. Got to class &amp;amp; we made a lot of noise till Mr Ch'ng shouted. I hate it when he shouts cos he shouts very LOUD! The rest of the day was normal, lessons were boring &amp; did not much learning except during malay. Mr Aziz is sooo lame. LOL. Then ting text me &amp;amp; told me smthg. Baah, whatever lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended &amp; went home with ting &amp;amp; cons. Went ginza to buy sweets &amp; Bio files. Went home with ting while cons's dad fetch her. Had fun going home with her. Talking about stuff. Then we saw this BOOM hair girl. She looked like she just got a lab explosion! There were 3 girls behind her who was laughing, I think they were laughing at her. LOL. Reach home, change &amp;amp; eat. Fell asleep while watching this movie.  LOL. Woke up, shower &amp; went out. Had Fish&amp;amp;Chips for dinner. After eating half of the fish, I was already full. My dad finished the rest for me. Just had no appetite I guess. On the way home, thought of a lot of things. Dang, I need to tell someone about it man! I almost cry but I shut my eyes. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that's what's wrong with the world;&lt;br /&gt;No one says what they feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;They always hold it inside&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They're sad, but they don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;They're happy, but they don't dance or sing.&lt;br /&gt;They're angry, but they don't scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because if they do, they feel ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the worst feeling in the world.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone walks with their heads down.&lt;br /&gt;And no one sees how beautiful the sky is.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;you are my fading photography,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;my ripped memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;you are the noise in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Script;font-size:180%;"&gt;i cannot sleep without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you are the way out of here,&lt;br /&gt;the grace that i have found&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be waking up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to another day filled with life's mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;And the ones that lingered from the day before.&lt;br /&gt;All the blanks I've drawn,&lt;br /&gt;All the times I've shared,&lt;br /&gt;All the times that I've been unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;All the songs I've sang that I just can't explain&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; you get to know a person,&lt;br /&gt;the more &lt;u&gt;attractive&lt;/u&gt; they become to you.&lt;br /&gt;Because everything &lt;b&gt;beautiful&lt;/b&gt; you see on&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt; of them, suddenly you're able&lt;br /&gt;to see on the &lt;u&gt;outside&lt;/u&gt; of them too&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; remember that moment I looked&lt;br /&gt;in your &lt;u&gt;eyes&lt;/u&gt; for the &lt;b&gt;last time&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; that&lt;br /&gt;one &lt;u&gt;little&lt;/u&gt; memory still has the&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right &lt;i&gt;amount&lt;/i&gt; of love to make me &lt;b&gt;cry&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-5628798775519272273?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/5628798775519272273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=5628798775519272273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5628798775519272273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5628798775519272273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-today-was-weird.html' title='Ripped memory'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-6907809470574574754</id><published>2007-01-13T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:48:39.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>Didn't blog for a week. Been busy with the orientation stuff. Been going home late at 7 everyday. I hate that. I went home, shower, eat, homework &amp; sleep til the next morning. I missed out on a lot of my favourite shows. Baah! &amp;amp; I still gotta go for choir. Damn it. I don't want. Or that stupid teachers &amp; that ong -something, something- guy will start nagging. SCREW &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CWDS&lt;/span&gt; CHOIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the sec 1 orientation thing. It was tiring but cuihua, my sis(she came) &amp; I had lots of fun. I got raped by cuihua a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I didn't sing. Thanks to my cramp! :D:D I don't wanna sing either. I realised that the only CCAs that performed were GMSS CCAs, apart from band which has a combine of both GM&amp;JT. The orientation ended late, sucks &amp;amp; it was still raining, sucked more! Got home close to 8pm. Sis &amp; I wanted to have dinner at Mac but since there was a lot of people, we went home. I was darn exhausted by the time I got home. Lucky it was on Friday, so I could wake up late today. Shower, eat &amp;amp; slept at 8.30pm. &amp;&amp;amp;&amp;, I missed so many shows last night!! !%^#!^@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it only hurts, when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm only sad, when there's tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie and say I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;But it only hurts, when you cry&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;It's too late baby,&lt;br /&gt;there's no turning around&lt;br /&gt;I've got my hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;and my head in a cloud&lt;br /&gt;this is how i do&lt;br /&gt;when i think about you&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that you&lt;br /&gt;could break my apart&lt;br /&gt;I keep a sinister smile&lt;br /&gt;and a hold of my heart&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;&lt;/u&gt; i'd rather be standing outside&lt;br /&gt;in the &lt;em&gt;freezing cold&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;than to be warm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;in the arms of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you care if i don't know what to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Will i shake this off, &lt;u&gt;pretend it's all okay&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there's someone out there who feels just like me&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when,&lt;br /&gt;When I know it and&lt;br /&gt;The world revolves around us,&lt;br /&gt;And we're keeping it,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it all going,&lt;br /&gt;This delicate balance,&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable all knowing&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;you always know there's going to be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside, there's a little part&lt;br /&gt;of you that likes to pretend that he's waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;its when you see him with someone else, thats you're&lt;br /&gt;forced to grow up and stop pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-6907809470574574754?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/6907809470574574754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=6907809470574574754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/6907809470574574754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/6907809470574574754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/didnt-blog-for-week.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-4026970824044097371</id><published>2007-01-06T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T17:24:37.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Charm</title><content type='html'>New layout once again. XP I spent the afternoon doing it. I know I'm supposed to study for Bio test. I'll do it later. :]] Oh, I finished my math hw this morning after I woke up. It's weird cos I usually don't do hw in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I don't have appetite to eat these days. I ate only a small portion of rice. Then the other day, when I see food, I feel like vomiting. If I did, I'd have missed school. Which is good.. But I didn't. :/ I hope this doesn't go on for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm lazy to update. I've to get out of here &amp; start studying. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-4026970824044097371?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/4026970824044097371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=4026970824044097371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/4026970824044097371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/4026970824044097371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-charm.html' title='Death Charm'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-8871880721954922062</id><published>2007-01-05T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:44:49.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping with the light on</title><content type='html'>School was much, much better than the first day. I'm lucky to get most of the teachers who taught me last year except for malay &amp; POA. And, form teacher too. We got Mr Ch'ng for our form teacher. He's funny but he likes to lecture. I didn't listen to what he was talking because I can't be bothered with it. Every teacher says the same thing. So, why bother right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first day of school, like I said in the prev entry, SUCKED! First, I lost 10 bucks, wtf?! Luckily I brought my wallet along. Came to school, totally lost and know nothing. So, just follow what Mrs Aidil says. It was boring cos they were blabbering nonsense. I'll skip all the boring stuff. So, during recess, the canteen was bloody crowded! Like, the canteen is packed with people which means, long queue! X[ crapped with cuihua. That ass smacker! :P We went up and waited for the tour around the sch. The tour sucked. It's bloody hot eh. Pfft. We ended up learning nothing about the school. Got back class &amp;amp; slacked. Sch ended soon, we went to KFC to buy lunch. Ting and Ling went back to school while Cons, SJ &amp; I went home. The bus was bloody packed that there was no space. Cons &amp;amp; I were pissed as we're darn tired, so, took cab home. Reach home, sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd &amp; 3rd day was not bad. Had pe, games were boring. Oh, we had art today! It was fun as we did nothing. LOL. She can't give us the O level paper yet. So, she just showed us artworks of our last year's art students art work AGAIN. Then she showed us some of the ex JinTai students art work. :O I've absolutely no comments. Really.. :) Anyway, got to know this JinTai guy. I don't know how he looks like. Haha. Weird, I know. Cos he asked his friend to get my no. &amp;amp; we actually wanted to meet up but didn't get to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries* I wanna go back to GMSS! I MISS GMSS! Even some of the teachers prefer GMSS. :(( Baah!&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate CWDS uniform! It looks like cleaner uniform. Why must our principal have absolutely atrocious taste in colours?! It'll be better if Ms Yeo's design was chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our hopes &amp; expectations&lt;br /&gt;Black holes &amp;amp; revelations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do I have to spell it out for you?&lt;br /&gt;Or scream it in your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the chemistry between us ; could destroy this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold my hands&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;we'll &lt;i&gt;chase &lt;/i&gt;the &lt;u&gt;sun&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;we both know &lt;b&gt;something's&lt;/b&gt; begun.&lt;br /&gt;nothing feels that real &lt;i&gt;without you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn so much &lt;i&gt;about you&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;so let's &lt;i&gt;lie in the grass&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stare at the stars&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;live in the moment&lt;/u&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;FIGURE OUT WHO WE ARE.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sometimes we need to &lt;u&gt;stop analyzing&lt;/u&gt; the past,&lt;br /&gt;stop&lt;i&gt; planning the future&lt;/i&gt;, stop &lt;b&gt;figuring out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;exactly&lt;/u&gt; how we &lt;b&gt;feel&lt;/b&gt;, stop &lt;i&gt;deciding&lt;/i&gt; what&lt;br /&gt;we &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;see what happens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-8871880721954922062?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/8871880721954922062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=8871880721954922062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/8871880721954922062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/8871880721954922062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/sleeping-with-light-on.html' title='Sleeping with the light on'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-6482369700573987574</id><published>2007-01-03T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:33:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CWSS X(</title><content type='html'>TODAY IS THE WORST SCHOOL DAY EVER! I wonder how long I can survive in this hectic environment. :( I'll blog more tmr, if possible. Currently not in the mood. So, good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-6482369700573987574?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/6482369700573987574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=6482369700573987574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/6482369700573987574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/6482369700573987574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/cwss-x.html' title='CWSS X('/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-926084856738014739</id><published>2007-01-02T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:05:21.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new beginning</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy actually as school starts tmr! BOOOO! I don't want school to start. Pfft. My sis &amp; my eldest cousin are lucky! They won't be going to school til their O level results are out. *cries* My sis told me just now that she wished she can go back to school. &amp;amp; I'm like, -_- I rather stay at home than going to school! I'm still in the holiday mood. But, I've gotta change my attitude! I have to study my ass off for the O levels. Things have to change for the better! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with parents yest for my mum's bday. :DD We had fun shopping! I miss shopping. My aunt actually asked me out to Vivocity, then she changed her mind &amp; asked me to go out with my parents instead to celebrate my mum's bday. I wanted to go with my aunt actually.  Another day I guess. Anyway, if I go out with my parents, my dad will pay the bill. :P Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how tmr will go actually. Esp abt prefect. I hope Jialiang will fill me in! OR I'll totally be lost. X\ I'm looking forward to see my darlings too! I miss them. :) NOT looking forward to see the teachers. Oh, I wonder who'll be our new form teacher as Mrs Leong's no longer in CWSS. I just hope everything will be alright tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/pp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/pp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/pp.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-926084856738014739?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/926084856738014739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=926084856738014739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/926084856738014739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/926084856738014739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='New year, new beginning'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-8856158369125295711</id><published>2006-12-19T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:56:11.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffins! Yummmmy!</title><content type='html'>Baah! I'm bored. Currently blog-shopping. Nah, haven't bought anything yet. Just looking around, found a few that caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been raining cats and dogs for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; whole days. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brrrr. &lt;/span&gt;My feet are freezing. I had fun the last 2 days too. My cousins stayed over. They kinda trash my house. Haha. But I don't mind. My house was filled with noise from them. My dad ordered pizza. And they can still eat it after having dinner.. I was wondering how guys stuff all those food ? Boy! I can't even have a single bite. Cos I had Fish &amp; Chips in the evening after going out with my aunt, mom &amp;amp; sis. Then, dinner. That Fish &amp; Chips meal alone filled me up. I ate dinner cos my mom kept pestering me to eat.&lt;br /&gt;My mum baked muffin yesterday. The muffins are small. But it's darn delicious! Esp with choco chips in it! I kept eating it till I past dinner. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! Quotes, quotes, QUOTES!! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can talk to you whenever,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; just about&lt;b&gt; whatever&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;trust you&lt;/u&gt; with my heart,&lt;br /&gt;so please stop &lt;u&gt;breaking it apart&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As soon as I &lt;b&gt;heard those words&lt;/b&gt;..those &lt;u&gt;horrible words&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't &lt;em&gt;breathe&lt;/em&gt;..I couldn't &lt;u&gt;think&lt;/u&gt;..I couldn't even &lt;b&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;straight&lt;/b&gt; enough to &lt;u&gt;concentrate&lt;/u&gt;.then, you &lt;b&gt;asked me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i was &lt;u&gt;okay&lt;/u&gt;..How could I possibly &lt;b&gt;be okay&lt;/b&gt; when&lt;br /&gt;the one &lt;b&gt;asking me&lt;/b&gt; if I was &lt;em&gt;okay&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;u&gt;CRUSHED my life&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 3:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;partying,&lt;b&gt; flirting&lt;/b&gt;, dancing. it's great to&lt;br /&gt;be single but sometimes i wish i could have that..&lt;br /&gt;holding hands, kissing in the &lt;u&gt;rain&lt;/u&gt; kinda thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 4:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sometimes i wonder where i would be,&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't know you &amp;&amp;amp; you &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know me.&lt;br /&gt;who would i &lt;u&gt;laugh&lt;/u&gt; with &amp;&amp;amp; cry with at the &lt;u&gt;end&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;where would i be &lt;u&gt;without&lt;/u&gt; my best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 5:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Attitude changes in &lt;u&gt;5 seconds&lt;/u&gt; ;; flat.&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;b&gt;sweetheart &lt;/b&gt;to bitch; so &lt;b&gt;don't test that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; all you want..&lt;br /&gt;but you &lt;b&gt;can`t break the girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who thinks &lt;u&gt;nothing&lt;/u&gt; of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 7:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;you wanna see how much &lt;b&gt;i love you&lt;/b&gt;? go outside&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;u&gt;its raining&lt;/u&gt; &amp;&amp;amp; catch drops on your tounge.&lt;br /&gt;the ones &lt;b&gt;you catch&lt;/b&gt; are how much you &lt;u&gt;love me&lt;/u&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;the ones you miss are how much i &lt;b&gt;love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live&lt;/strong&gt; every &lt;em&gt;moment&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt; every &lt;strong&gt;day&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;`cause &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt; you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;precious&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;slips&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;away&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 9:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you ever wish you could &lt;u&gt;die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;but be &lt;b&gt;alive &lt;/b&gt;at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;just to see who would be there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;just &lt;/u&gt;to see who would&lt;b&gt; cry&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isnt it &lt;u&gt;hard&lt;/u&gt; when people ask&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong?" ..and you &lt;u&gt;can't&lt;/u&gt; tell&lt;br /&gt;them you have an &lt;b&gt;answer&lt;/b&gt; because&lt;br /&gt;the truth is, you &lt;u&gt;don't know&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-8856158369125295711?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/8856158369125295711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=8856158369125295711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/8856158369125295711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/8856158369125295711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/12/baah-im-bored.html' title='Muffins! Yummmmy!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-8920202390109915693</id><published>2006-12-14T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:57:11.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet days</title><content type='html'>I wrote something, just now. It's kinda short, but it's really nice. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna cry,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hide.&lt;br /&gt;All these feelings trapped inside.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;to handle a life that isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;Times are tough,&lt;br /&gt;I can't go on,&lt;br /&gt;I wish these misery are all gone.&lt;br /&gt;Those words that I fear,&lt;br /&gt;are the words I yearn to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Good times go,&lt;br /&gt;I say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Bad times come,&lt;br /&gt;I start to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you all feel? It doesn't relate to anything about me. I just wrote it outta boredom. See what boredom can do to me? Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you people with a quote and an icon I made. LOVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/RYFFf7jNbII/AAAAAAAAAAM/W-i13rpOSPI/s1600-h/icon54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/RYFFf7jNbII/AAAAAAAAAAM/W-i13rpOSPI/s320/icon54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008360675476335746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;sometimes you just have to &lt;em&gt;realize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;that you can't have it &lt;strong&gt;all.&lt;/strong&gt; you can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;fix&lt;/u&gt; what you've done. you need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;move&lt;/em&gt; on &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to be &lt;u&gt;happy,&lt;/u&gt; even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;if its the &lt;em&gt;hardest&lt;/em&gt; thing you'll &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;have to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-8920202390109915693?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/8920202390109915693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=8920202390109915693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/8920202390109915693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/8920202390109915693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-wrote-something-just-now.html' title='Quiet days'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XgnQDkcUckA/RYFFf7jNbII/AAAAAAAAAAM/W-i13rpOSPI/s72-c/icon54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-3279807838969445116</id><published>2006-12-14T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:58:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome weekend!</title><content type='html'>New layout! Did it this morning. Yay! I love the layout! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't update the past week. It was an awesome week! I love it. And I got a new mp3 player! Yup, the one I've been wanting it since Shengjia intro me to it! It's tiny! I love it. LOL. Oh, the gathering was awesome too! Had lots and lots of fun with my cousins as usual. Non-stop laughter. XD Haha. Went for Ms Yeo's wedding too, she look so pretty. She looks better without glasses. Haha. Took a couple of pictures with her and crapped around with Ting, Ling, Jialiang, Sis, Gayathri and Mr Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro went to the beach with my aunt and my 2 cousins. I wanna go. But they left early. Boo! NVM. Woke up and ate scramble eggs w/ sausages. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here's a few quotes that I found. Read it,  it's really lovely. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 1:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She sits in a corner&lt;br /&gt;singing herself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;wrapped around promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that no one seems to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 2:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You're always there to point out my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;and shove them in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 3:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere deep in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is someone that you're dying to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but also living to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 4:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another dead end street gone wrong&lt;br /&gt;another shattered dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always the same old song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quote 5:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letter by letter he typed sadness into her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-3279807838969445116?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/3279807838969445116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=3279807838969445116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/3279807838969445116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/3279807838969445116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-layout-did-it-this-morning.html' title='Awesome weekend!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-204449554671852930</id><published>2006-12-06T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:05:53.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>Didn't update the last 2 days. Lazy! :D So, went out again and we watched a movie. Happy Feet! I love the penguins. The Amigos was so adorable. LOL. We wanted to catch a night movie but our parents wouldn't allow. Boo! Party poopers! :( Haha. We went home. And slacked around. Yest slacked at home and played Need For Speed Underground. I wanna buy Need For Speed Carbon! :D:D:D I hope my dad will let. If not, I'll save up and buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis and cousins are out. They asked me to go but me, being lazy, decided not to go. Haha. I need to spend time with my comp now. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I last went to Taka. I miss that place. I need to find some stuff at Kino too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURVEYY!! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;idk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yeah. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;okay, i guess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Are you an active person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;depends if i'm not lazy. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness, would you survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;lol. i doubt so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7. Do you like to ride horses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i never have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9. What are your top 5 favorite video games?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;1. need for speed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;2. harry potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;3. halo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;4. wrestling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5. spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;(random order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10. If a sexy person was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you get involved with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;haha. ew. no, duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11. Are you judgmental?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i try not to be, but sometimes you can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;idk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hmmmmmmmm, pursue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14. Can you speak another language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;not that well :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15. If you had to choose, would you rather be deaf or blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16. What's your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;edible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;17. Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no, i wanna learn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;18. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you grabbed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cell &amp; mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;19. How often do you read books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;RARELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;20. Do you think more about the past, present or future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21. What is your favorite children's book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;22. What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;really dark borwn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;23. How tall are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;not that tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;24. Where is your dream house located?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;laguna beach :]]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;25. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like to pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;26. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;27. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;28. What are your keys on your key chain for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;29. What's your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;blue&amp;purple!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;30. Where was the furthest place you travelled today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;31. Where is your current pain at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;32. Do you like mustard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;idk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;33. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;34. Do you look like your mom or dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;idk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;35. How long does it take you in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;10 if i'm in a hurry and 45 if i'd like to take my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;36. Can you do splits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;hell no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;37. What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;38. Do you put lotion on your dog or cats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i've not pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;39. What did you do for New Year's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i forgot, it's months ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;40. Do you think The Grudge was scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;only the sound effects are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;41. What was the cause of your last accident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;never had one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;42. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yeap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;43. What are you drinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;listening to music, survey-ing and hiccup-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;44. Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;45. What's the last letter of your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;46. Who did you vote for on American Idol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;47. How many hours of sleep do you get a night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;48. Do you like Care Bears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;eww, i HATE them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;49. What do you buy at the movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nachos, drinks, popcorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;50. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;51. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;52. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;53. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a lot of acting happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;54. How many meals do you eat a day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;every meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;55. Is your tongue pierced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no, but i want, but i'm not allowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;56. Do you always read MySpace bulletins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;57. Do you have pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i don't have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;58. Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;funny, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;59. Ever been to LA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;60. Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;61. Do you use cuss words in other languages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;62. Do you steal or pay for your music downloads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;steal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;63. Do you hate chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no, they're yummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;64. What do you and your parents fight about the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;lame stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;65. Is your cell usually on vibrate or ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;66. Are you a gullible person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;haha, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;67. Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;no, we need friends :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;68. If you could have any job (assuming you have the skills) what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;69. Are you easy to get along with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;70. What is your favorite time of day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;night time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-204449554671852930?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/204449554671852930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=204449554671852930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/204449554671852930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/204449554671852930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/12/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-3592241734969364784</id><published>2006-12-03T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:30:29.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bla bla</title><content type='html'>TIRED!! My legs are killing me. WHY? Cos I walked around a whole shopping centre today. Came home about an hour ago. My sis and my oldest cousin wanted to find a job, that's why. But they didn't in the end. Had dinner at my aunt's and went home. Baah! I did have a lot of fun. Wanted to buy some clothes but my is told me not to. She said buy another day. Oh wells.. TMR GOING OUT AGAIN! Yup, with my cousins :D Gonna have fun, fun, FUN! :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOday was fun EXCEPT WHEN I SAW &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, I officially HATE you now. I hope you read this. I know you purposely hang out under my block. Dude, CAN YOU JUST GO GET A LIFE? Stop whatever you're doing and please, just stop disturbing me!! I think no, I KNOW I did a mistake by accepting being your friend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRIBLE MISTAKE&lt;/span&gt;! I just hope you realised what I'm trying to say, if you don't, I can write it CLEARLY for you. I DON'T WANT TO HAVE ANYTHG TO DO WITH YOU, I DON'T WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND, and many more. You're the least person I wanted to see and how unlucky I was today. BLEAH! That's all. I've nothing more to say. Actually I do, but I'll spare you. Oh, get whatever I say into your head and think about it :) -roll eyes- Hate me if you want, diss me if you want, you're the one who made all this happen and I'm just saying what I'm supposed to say a freaking long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, that post, :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking of changing my no. Reasons? Personal. I'll see first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, off to bed now, bed, not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's my 2nd aunt's birthday today too, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-3592241734969364784?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/3592241734969364784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=3592241734969364784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/3592241734969364784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/3592241734969364784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/12/bla-bla.html' title='bla bla'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-6715446602471008418</id><published>2006-12-02T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T16:11:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO</title><content type='html'>Wheee! I played with a turtle! LOL. It's soo small. I've a picture of it. Wanna see? I'll post it up at the end of this post. Hehe. That turtle's my cousins's pet. He just bought it yesterday. It's so cute. Haha. Played with up. Then my cousin put it on my hand and it sorta grap my skin. It's claws are sharp! But it doesn't harm you. :D There was one time a cousin of mine got bitten on the nose. That turtle was a bigger turtle. It got release a few days after that. Aww.. But that turtle stinks !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. My post last night was lame. My sis didn't go to the gig, the gig is today not yest. She did went home late because of a gig at the poly though. Oh well, sounds fun! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures time! Some pics I took last night and the turtle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/hysteria/-7.jpg" width="200" height="170" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/hysteria/-6.jpg" width="200" height="170" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/hysteria/-5.jpg" width="200" height="170" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURTLES! *reminds me of a teacher* wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/hysteria/-4.jpg" width="200" height="170" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/hysteria/-2.jpg" width="200" height="170" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i look like if I were to tie my hair. It's short &amp; my hair is soo messy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/hysteria/-3.jpg" width="200" height="170" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 darlings! :D:D (besides fernando torres &amp; dougie poynter &lt;33)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-6715446602471008418?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/6715446602471008418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=6715446602471008418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/6715446602471008418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/6715446602471008418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/12/two.html' title='TWO'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/hysteria/th_-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-3371538052427686276</id><published>2006-12-01T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:22:50.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long time</title><content type='html'>Came back from the ICA building hours ago.. The cab driver was damn slow!! Bleah! I wanted to go shopping with my mum actually then my dad wanted to tag along. -roll eyes- It was borinng cos my dad brought us straight home. BAAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soo bored! I did absolutely nothing cept taking pictures of random stuff and surfing sites. My bro's staying over at my aunt's place. Damn him! He didn't tell me!! And my sis went to the Ngee Ann Poly thing which ended like and 2hrs ago and she still hasn't come back. I bet she went to the gig at Science Center! Not fair!! She said she'd bring me.. *@^#&amp;!!!! This is soo sad. ://&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I shouldn't mourn over it. At least I have this house all to me.. Okay, not exactly me, got my mum and dad. Whatever, I don't talk to them anyway.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mum said that she'll buy me a digi-cam! But I must share it with my sis. I don't mind. Haha. But I must fork out some money. :/ Haha. Nvm. I'll get back my money from those who owes me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is still not back! Baaahhh! Ok, I'm gonna enjoy the chinese drama now. Haha. See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you meet a loner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter what they tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's not because they enjoy solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's because they have tired to blend into the world before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and people continue to disappoint them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from: x_killer_quotes_x&lt;xanga&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-3371538052427686276?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/3371538052427686276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=3371538052427686276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/3371538052427686276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/3371538052427686276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-time.html' title='A long time'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-3066828102228952392</id><published>2006-12-01T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:00:57.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE MY DOUGIE DARLING!</title><content type='html'>OOH! And yesterday was Dougie's birthday :D:D Happy belated birthday to him! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/icon34.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-3066828102228952392?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/3066828102228952392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=3066828102228952392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/3066828102228952392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/3066828102228952392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/12/ooh-and-yesterday-was-dougies-birthday.html' title='I LOVE MY DOUGIE DARLING!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-5713400883371289552</id><published>2006-12-01T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:07:44.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala</title><content type='html'>Quick update! As you all can see, a new layout! Hope ya'll like it. It took me 2 days to do it. It looks simple but I completely messed the whole thing up. &gt;_&lt;" Haha. Anyway, it's done and I love it!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I'm making my I/C today! Haha. I left only 3 more days to do it and my mum kept nagging at me when am I gonna do it. Bleah. I hope after that I can go shopping! :D:D:D Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-5713400883371289552?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/5713400883371289552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=5713400883371289552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5713400883371289552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5713400883371289552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/12/lala.html' title='Lala'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-8885059231958022599</id><published>2006-11-25T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:22:30.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McFLY!</title><content type='html'>Brand new layout! It's been a long time since I last made a layout myself. Hehe. Wanted to do a layout of Dougie but I couldn't find nice pictures of him yet.. Ended up doing one of McFLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love this week ssoooo much! Went out and had fun with my cousins. :D Played soccer with them when I went to their house the other day. Haha. And I went shopping yest! Bought stuff for my relative's wedding tmr. And today, I just slacked at home due to the rain! :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to elaborate what happened and all cos it'll take me such a loong time. Too many things happened. :) Hmm, gonna leave you guys with a quiz &amp; a quote to enjoy! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;01. What is one thing you would love to happen tomorrow? &lt;b&gt;get new stuff &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. What colour ink do you write with? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Do you prefer History or Geography? &lt;b&gt;neither. too BORING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Who was your first crush? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i couldn't remember. primary sch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Analog or Digital clocks? &lt;b&gt;digital.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. What would your dream car look like? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want like those in Need For Speed! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you shop at Hot Topic? &lt;b&gt;no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Have you ever seen Phantom of the Opera, if so good or not? &lt;b&gt;not seen it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. What colour are your Bathroom walls? &lt;b&gt;white &amp; orange-y tiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is the largest amount of money, you have ever had? &lt;b&gt;couldn't remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is your phone a flip, slide or neither? &lt;b&gt;slide.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you say "Film" or "Movie"? &lt;b&gt;movie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Halloween or Easter? &lt;b&gt;halloween.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Longer school hours, or more homework? &lt;b&gt;longer hours.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you like My Chemical Romance's - The Black Parade song? &lt;b&gt;yeah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Does Mikey Way look better with or without glasses? &lt;b&gt;without! :D:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you fancy someone right now, if so who? &lt;b&gt;THAT GUY! only sasa knows.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;18. Do you like Special K breakfast cereal? &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Have you read any Darren Shan, and did you like them? &lt;b&gt;no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Morning or Night? &lt;b&gt;night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you think when you read the word, Chain? &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chain mails. and, I HATE THEM SO DON'T SEND IT TO ME!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you know anyone called Julie? &lt;strong&gt;no. i don't think so..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many times have you left your house today? &lt;b&gt;not once.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever been in a "Mosh Pit?" &lt;b&gt;nope.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. How many ties do you own? &lt;b&gt;zero.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Boomerangs or Frizbees? &lt;b&gt;both.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you ever been to Russia? &lt;b&gt;no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you lost all your teeth? &lt;b&gt;haha. nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 How old where you when you lost your first one? &lt;strong&gt;hmm, when i was in kindergarten?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you like the novel Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte? &lt;b&gt;never read it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you wish you could breath underwater? &lt;b&gt;yeah .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever had a Rabbit? &lt;b&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;33. Do you bite your fingernails? &lt;b&gt;no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you like Mexican food? &lt;b&gt;not that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do your family have a really embarrassing nickname for you, if so what? &lt;b&gt;no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you text on a calculator? &lt;b&gt;no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Do you have Muse - Black Holes &amp; Revalations CD? &lt;b&gt;nope but i do wanna buy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like Manga? &lt;b&gt;no. but i do like comics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What do you think of Chinas one-child-policy? &lt;b&gt;lame.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Are you paranoid?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;we will leave a letter and this song for you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we'll write &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;once a day&lt;/span&gt; and float it through the sea to you&lt;br /&gt;we'll regret &lt;span style=";font-family:Script;font-size:180%;"  &gt;all those things we thought of&lt;/span&gt; but didn't ever do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from: Acceb163&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-8885059231958022599?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/8885059231958022599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=8885059231958022599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/8885059231958022599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/8885059231958022599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/mcfly.html' title='McFLY!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-5506365108960370147</id><published>2006-11-20T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:52:05.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. And there's nthg much to update but do surveys. Haha.  Enjoy it ok! :D Bye. Off to watch tv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-5506365108960370147?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/5506365108960370147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=5506365108960370147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5506365108960370147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/5506365108960370147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-6022740144049401287</id><published>2006-11-20T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:49:46.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>1. BLACK OR WHiTE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. PiNK OR BABY BLUE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YELLOW OR ORANGE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. GREEN OR TEAL ?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. RUBY RED OR ORANGE RED?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ruby red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. PURPLE OR ORANGE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. NAVY BLUE OR BLACK?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. HOT PiNK OR LiGHT PiNK ?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. GRAY OR BEiGE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. YELLOW GREEN OR TURQUOiSE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WATER OR SODA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. COKE OR PEPSi?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. CREAM SODA OR SPRiTE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cream soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. SPRiTE OR 7 UP?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. iCE TEA OR HOT TEA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. BOTTLED WATER OR TAP WATER?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bottled water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. LEMONADE OR ORANGE JUiCE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. APPLE JUiCE OR FRUiT PUNCH?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fruit punch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. STRAWBERRY SMOOTHiE OR BANANA SMOOTHiE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. SMiRNOFF OR VODKA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. FRENCH FRiES OR CURLY FRiES?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. STEAK OR CHiCKEN?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. PASTA OR RiCE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. CHiCKEN SANDWiCH OR BACON BURGER?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. CHEESEBURGER OR HAMBURGER?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheeeeese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. MASHED POTATOES OR FRENCH FRiES?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;french fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. APPLES OR GRAPES?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. LEMON OR LiME?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WATERMELON OR POMEGRANiTE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. CARROTS OR CELERY?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. PLANE OR TRAiN?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. CAR OR TRUCK?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. CLASSiC LiMO OR HUMMER STRETCH LiMO?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hummer stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. PRiVATE JET OR HELiCOPTER?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;priv jet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. HiGHWAY OR BACK STREETS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. SPEED BOAT OR YACHT?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yacht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. SOAP BOX OR BiKE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. SCOOTER OR SKATEBOARD?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skateboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. MiNi VAN OR GOLF CAR?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mini van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. TAXi OR PRiVATE DRiVER?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;priv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. CALiFORNiA OR FLORiDA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALIFORNIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. PARiS OR LONDON?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONDONNNN!!! :D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. FRANCE OR ENGLAND?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLAND!!!!!! &lt;3333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. NEW YORK OR HOLLYWOOD?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. CAPE COD OR MYRTLE BEACH?&lt;br /&gt;46. DiSNEYLAND OR DiSNEYWORLD?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disneyworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. KANSAS OR ARiZONA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. ViETNAM OR JAPAN?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. SPAiN OR PORTUGAL?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPAIN! X}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. iTALY OR FRANCE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;france&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. NiCOLE RiCHiE OR PARiS HiLTON?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. LiNDSAY LOHAN OR HiLARY DUFF?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. GEMMA WARD OR ADRiANA LiMA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ADRIANA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. MiSHA BARTON OR RACHEL BiLSON?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RACHEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. CHRiSTiNA AGUiLERA OR BRiTNEY SPEARS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. ASHLEE SiMPSON OR JESSiCA SiMPSON?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HEATHER MARKS OR CAROLiNE TRENTiNi?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. MARYKATE OLSEN OR ASHLEY OLSEN?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. LAUREN CONRAD OR KRiSTiN CAVALARi?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kristin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. TESSA OR KYNDRA FROM LAGUNA BEACH?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. DiSNEY OR NiCK?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISNEY :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. MTV OR VH1?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. LiFETiME OR ABC FAMiLY?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. LAGUNA BEACH OR THE HiLLS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAGUNAAA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. NEXT OR DATE MY MOM?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. PROJECT RUNWAY OR NEXT TOP MODEL?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. MADE OR TRUE LiFE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. THE SUiTE LiFE OF ZACH &amp; CODY OR THAT'S SO RAVEN?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. PHiL OF THE FUTURE OR LiViNG LiFE WiTH DEREK?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. ONE TREE HiLL OR THE OC?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE OC!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. iPOD OR DiGiTAL CAMERA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. LAPTOP OR DESKTOP COMPUTER?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. CELL PHONE OR HOUSE PHONE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. MYSPACE OR XANGA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. FACEBOOK OR LiVEJOURNAL?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. RADiO OR iTUNES?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. DVD PLAYER OR VHS PLAYER?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. FLAT SCREEN TVS OR REGULAR TVS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. SPRiNT OR VERiZON?&lt;br /&gt;80. CiNGULAR OR TMOBiLE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tmobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. CHEERLEADiNG OR GYMNASTiCS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gymnastics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. SOCCER OR BASKETBALL?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. BASEBALL OR SOFTBALL?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basebal&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;br /&gt;84. SWiMMiNG OR TRACK?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. VOLLEYBALL OR TENNiS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. FOOTBALL OR SOCCER?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soccer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. ALGEBRA OR GEOMETERY?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. ENGLiSH OR SPANiSH?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. HiSTORY OR SOCiAL STUDiES?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ewww.. NONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. CHEMiSTRY OR BiOLOGY?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. TAN OR PALE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. CURLY HAiR OR STRAiGHT HAiR?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;curl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. SKiRT OR DRESS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. JEANS OR SHORTS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. BERMUDA SHORTS OR SHORT SHORTS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bermuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. COCO CHANEL OR LOUiS VUTTiON?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt;d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. DiOR OR DOONEY &amp; BURKE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. COACH OR BURBERRY?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;burberry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. VOGUE OR COSMOGiRL?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. SEVENTEEN OR ELLE GiRL?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. SiLVER OR GOLD?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102. TiFFANY'S OR DOLCE &amp; GABBANA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&amp;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. BRACELETS OR NECKLACES?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;necklace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. EARRiNGS OR RiNGS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;earings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. OVERSiZED SUNGLASSES OR PEARLS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oversized sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106. PEARLS OR DiAMONDS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIAMONDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. RiBBONS OR HEADSCARFS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ribbons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. TRENDS OR ORiGiNALiTY?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;originality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109. HOOP EARRiNGS OR DROP EARRiNGS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. EYELiNER OR MASCARA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. FLATS OR FLiP FLOPS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flip flops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. SNEAKERS OR CLOGS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sneakers deff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. STARBUCKS OR LOCAL COFFEE SHOPS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;starbucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. KRiSY KREME OR DUNKiN DONUTS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunkin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. BAGELS OR ENGLiSH MUFFiNS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. BUiLD A BEAR OR STUFFED ANiMALS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stuffed animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. BEiNG ATTRACTiVE OR BEiNG iNTELLiGENT?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. SWEET OR BiTCHY?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. THREE WiSHES OR COMPLETE HAPPiNESS?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;complete happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. SOCALiTE_SURVEYSz OR ANOTHER SiTE?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;both :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surveys are better at SOCALiTE_SURVEYSz(xanga)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-6022740144049401287?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/6022740144049401287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=6022740144049401287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/6022740144049401287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/6022740144049401287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-4207557049541845612</id><published>2006-11-14T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T16:42:41.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>i'm bored. quiz time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Level One&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigarette&lt;br /&gt;( ) Smoked A Cigar&lt;br /&gt;( ) Done Weed&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex&lt;br /&gt;( ) Drank Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2&lt;br /&gt;( x) Are / Been In Love&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) Shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Fired&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In A Fist Fight&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Snuck Out Of A Parent's House&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Had Feelings For Someone Who Didn't Have Them Back&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Arrested&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made Out With A Stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Out On A Blind Date&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4&lt;br /&gt;( x) Had A Crush On An Older Person&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Skipped School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept With A Co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen Someone / Something Die&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your MYSPACE Friends&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Paris&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To Spain&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown Up From Drinking&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Myspace&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Mosh Pitting&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In An Abusive Relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Taken Pain Killers&lt;br /&gt;( x) Love(d) Someone Who You Cant Have&lt;br /&gt;( ) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Snow Angel&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Tea Party&lt;br /&gt;( x) Flown a Kite&lt;br /&gt;( x) Built A Sand Castle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Puddle Jumping&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Played Dress Up&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Sledding&lt;br /&gt;( x) Cheated While Playing A Game&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been Lonely&lt;br /&gt;( x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 10&lt;br /&gt;( x) Used A Fake / Someone Else's ID&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched The Sun Set&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt An Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;( ) Killed A Snake&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 11&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been Tickled&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been Robbed / Vandalized&lt;br /&gt;( ) Robbed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pet A Deer&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 12&lt;br /&gt;( x) Won A Contest&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Suspended From School&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had Detention&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been In A Car / Motorcycle Accident&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 13&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Have Braces&lt;br /&gt;( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;( x) had deja vu&lt;br /&gt;( ) danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 14&lt;br /&gt;( ) Hated The Way You Look&lt;br /&gt;( ) Witnessed A Crime&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pole Danced&lt;br /&gt;( ) Questioned Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 15&lt;br /&gt;( ) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been Lost&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Swam In The Ocean&lt;br /&gt;( ) Felt Like You Were Dying&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 16&lt;br /&gt;( x) Cried Yourself To Sleep&lt;br /&gt;( x) Played Cops And Robbers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sang Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 17&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Made Prank Phone Calls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed In The Rain&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 18&lt;br /&gt;( ) Written A Letter To Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Kissed Under A Mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;( ) Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care / Cared About&lt;br /&gt;( x) Blown Bubbles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Bonfire On The Beach&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 19&lt;br /&gt;( ) Crashed A Party&lt;br /&gt;( x) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Gone Rollerskating / Blading&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Wish Come True&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Humped By A Monkey&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 20&lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn Pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped Off A Bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) Screamed "Penis" In Class&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swam With Dolphins&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 22&lt;br /&gt;( x) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole / Freezer/ice Cube&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed A Fish&lt;br /&gt;( x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sat On A Roof Top&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 23&lt;br /&gt;( x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours&lt;br /&gt;( ) Stayed Up All Night&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 24&lt;br /&gt;( ) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree&lt;br /&gt;( x) Climbed A Tree&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had / Been In A Tree House&lt;br /&gt;( x) Scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 25&lt;br /&gt;( ) Believe In Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have / Had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone Streaking&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jail / Visit&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 26&lt;br /&gt;( x) Played Chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Been Pushed Into A Pool With All Your Clothes On&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Broken A Bone&lt;br /&gt;( x) Been Easily Amused&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 27&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later&lt;br /&gt;( ) Made A Porn Video&lt;br /&gt;( ) Caught A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Laughed So Hard You Cried&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Cried So Hard You Laughed&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 28&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mooned / Flashed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had Someone Moon / Flash You&lt;br /&gt;( x) Cheated On A Test&lt;br /&gt;(x ) Forgotten Someone's Name&lt;br /&gt;( ) Slept Naked&lt;br /&gt;( ) French Braided Someones Hair&lt;br /&gt;( )Gone Skinny Dippin In A Pool&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Kicked Out Of Your House&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 29&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rode A Roller Coaster&lt;br /&gt;( ) Went Scuba-Diving / Snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had A Cavity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Black-Mailed Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Black Mailed&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 31&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been Used&lt;br /&gt;( ) Fell Going Up The Stairs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked A Cat&lt;br /&gt;( x) Bitten Someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Licked Someone&lt;br /&gt;SO FAR: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 32&lt;br /&gt;( ) been shot at&lt;br /&gt;( ) had sex in the rain&lt;br /&gt;( ) flattened someone tires&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rode your car until the gas light came on&lt;br /&gt;( ) got five dollars or less worth of gas&lt;br /&gt;So Far: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Done 43 Out Of Stupid Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-4207557049541845612?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/4207557049541845612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=4207557049541845612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/4207557049541845612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/4207557049541845612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-97548823735160837</id><published>2006-11-13T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:42:36.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles</title><content type='html'>Didn't update the last few days cos I'm just lazy and also busy with stuff. Had fun with my cousins at my gramp's place. Ate ice-cream! Watch some cartoon and went home. At night watch The Notebook! Love that movie. :D&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing much today. Woke up early in the morning. Watch some tv. Sleep in the afternoon. Woke up and shower. Had late lunch and comp till now. Boring day, I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated my icons! Check em out yeah ? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:rockwell;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:rockwell;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You're &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;my &lt;u&gt;favourite mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;You're just a &lt;b&gt;simple regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I &lt;i&gt;thought &lt;/i&gt;I knew &lt;u&gt;who you were,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;But &lt;i&gt;watch &lt;/i&gt;how &lt;b&gt;fast..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;watch&lt;/u&gt; how &lt;b&gt;well &lt;/b&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:rockwell;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:rockwell;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=BLOOD__STAINED_x_WRISTS"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/BLOOD__STAINED_x_WRISTS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:rockwell;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:rockwell;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-97548823735160837?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/97548823735160837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=97548823735160837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/97548823735160837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/97548823735160837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/puzzles.html' title='Puzzles'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116307699661422054</id><published>2006-11-09T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:09.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 icons</title><content type='html'>Made 2 icons today. Wanted to do more but I was tired. Maybe later.. :D I need inspirations! Anyway, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/words/thend.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/words/kisses.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116307699661422054?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116307699661422054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116307699661422054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116307699661422054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116307699661422054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-icons.html' title='2 icons'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/atits-/words/th_thend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116297941734752874</id><published>2006-11-08T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:09.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly away</title><content type='html'>Changed layout! I love this layout soo much. Exactly what I wanted. :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Check out 'Misc'! I've added something new. :D Use it if you want but please credit okay? Thanks. I'll make more of it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took such a long time to adjust the whole blog. And then I forgot to save it and BOOM! all gone. Had to do it again. Lucky I saved half of it. If not, X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH! Ting and the rest are having fun sleeping over at her house. I wanna go!! And they're off to Bugis &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;! Hope they'll have fun.. *slaps forehead* DUH THEY WILL! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. Ok, I'm gonna rest now. Tired sitting in front of the comp for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116297941734752874?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116297941734752874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116297941734752874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116297941734752874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116297941734752874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/fly-away.html' title='Fly away'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116279974300805484</id><published>2006-11-06T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:08.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faggot!</title><content type='html'>Damn you bitch! I talk to you nicely yet you reply me so rudely. Faggot! I don't get what did I do wrong. Ass man. If you're pissed at someone else, don't take it on me can?*$@#&amp;amp;*Ugh. I just cried. Because of that person. I just dont get it. -roll eyes- The worse thing is the way she reply. Like, WHAT DID I DO WRONG??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing nothing except for listening to MCR since this morning. I'm just addicted to their new album! It's damn nice. I love the song "Mama" and "I don't love you". In fact, I love all their songs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like I did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Chemical Romance-I don't love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116279974300805484?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116279974300805484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116279974300805484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116279974300805484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116279974300805484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/faggot.html' title='Faggot!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116264978129008600</id><published>2006-11-04T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:08.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a somebody</title><content type='html'>It's almost 10pm! No reasons for saying that though. I'm just bored. I can't blast my speakers cos my sis is studying.. Sucks! I need music! It's not the same as listening to my mp3 cos no matter how loud it is, it isn't the same as blasting it in your room, a wide open space. Anyway, I could spoil my eardrums too. LOL. But, for my sis's sake, I'll keep it quiet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like finally my darling Weiling has a blog! I hope she won't forget her password/username this time round. Haha. Chat with her in the evening just now. It's been a long time since we last talked like that, it's kinda fun! Oh, I miss those ET days and esp sec 2 days, in 2/2, creating lots of troubles for the fucking teachers (whoops!) and more! I miss being in sec 2/2! Those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, same as my prev post, I NEEEEDDDD TO BUY NEW ALBUMS! I've been wanting to buy one but I don't know what to buy. But now, I already have 2 albums that I &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; buy! Muse and MCR albums. I know Muse released it like a long time ago but I kept forgetting to buy it and when I went to Heeren two days ago too. So, I must, must remember this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The only way to have a friend is to be one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116264978129008600?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116264978129008600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116264978129008600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116264978129008600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116264978129008600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-somebody.html' title='Be a somebody'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116263365184748854</id><published>2006-11-04T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:07.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock out!</title><content type='html'>I'm reallllyyy bored! Currently listening to Muse! I love that band! It won alt rock at the recent EMAs! Whooo! hahaha. I wanna buy albums! I need to buy albums. That's on the top of my list right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is awesome except for choir and my bloody cramps! I hate them. Choir sucks so much right now. The new instructor is bloody gay and so not fun. SIGH! I had fun AFTER choir cos I went out with my darlings. Haha. We were nuts shopping for accessories. It's fun going out with them! Saw Sasa, Mario and Russell at Plaza Sing. Hugged Sasa! Haha. Haven't seen her since the end of school year.. Miss her so much and it's great to meet her! Haha. Was supposed to go for her birthday party but can't cos then I've to stay over at the hotel and I don't think my mum will let. So, just wished her and bought her a present! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog later. Kinda busy.. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116263365184748854?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116263365184748854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116263365184748854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116263365184748854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116263365184748854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/11/rock-out.html' title='Rock out!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116229483681299070</id><published>2006-10-31T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:07.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp</title><content type='html'>YAY! I revamp my blog. And I love it very much. Hahaha. Post some pics up on the 'entertainment' section, some from last few days of school madness and some from the prefect ROD dinner. Oh, I love the video! It's damn sweet :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go shopping! But can't currently cos my sis and bro is having exams. And poor me, have to wait before I can go shopping. I need to buy things! But I don't wanna spent my money. I'm saving up to buy either a new mp3 or bag. Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honore de Balzac&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116229483681299070?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116229483681299070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116229483681299070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116229483681299070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116229483681299070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/10/revamp.html' title='Revamp'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116228142079034831</id><published>2006-10-31T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:06.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not been updating for like a week? Haha. was busy and lazy at the same time. Had loads of fun last week! Hari Raya, last day of school, cam-whoring and MORE. Hahaha. Now I'm rotting at home. I'm bored. DOn't really have anything to do. Oh, skipped choir today.. Was lazy to go. It's boring now cos of the new GAAAYYY instructor =D Hahaha. The way he talks, OMG!, soo weird. Hahaha. Whatever. I couldn't care less abt school stuff anyway. I go to school cos I've to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I gotta go do smthg to my blog. Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116228142079034831?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116228142079034831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116228142079034831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116228142079034831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116228142079034831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116134725344136659</id><published>2006-10-20T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:06.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls just wanna have FUN!</title><content type='html'>Whee! Had lotsa fun today! Hahaha. Arrived to school at the same time, talked to Audrey. Cons and the rest came a while later. Then Mrs Leong came and asked her if I retained or not, she said 'No' and I was excited! Told Sasa and we hugged. LOL. :D Did prefect duty and purposely spend my time downstairs cos there's nothing to do in the classroom anyway. Then Mr Chew called Ting, Cons, Ziting and me to meet him. I guessed it was all abt the Leadership+OBS camp. My guess was right! Finish talking to Chew, talked to Sasa and Haider. We disturbed Ms Ting. Haha. She's so lame! Haha. So, talked about whether to go the camps or not. I wanna go for OBS but Chew said must go for both camps. -_-" Take so much of my time! Both camps 5 days! And my art 'O' Level paper will be given during Nov. Have to do lots of research and complete like the first few stages. So, I don't think I'll be going. I also need to revise ALL my work this year! :D I'll be a dork this coming holidays :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went up after that, played uno and heart attack. LOL. Made lotsa noise. Then went down for the foot print thing. Painted both feet! Hahaha. So, went down to canteen for a while then went up to classroom. Malay lesson, I wasn't even in the classroom. Only went in for a while and off I went out. Haha. Went down with Cons to see Mrs Ong and see the 3/4 students having P.E. The floor was slippery and they had lots of falls. Haha. Went up and crapped. Then went to 2/4 to see Siti, Afni, Cons, Amel and Tasia play Uno. Maths lesson next and Mrs Tan asked us to do the FT Math Paper1 cos all of us did badly for paper1. True man! Haha. Then the husband comes in and started BLAH-ing. I wasn't listening to a thing he said. He went in again after a while to go through the exam paper. I wasn't listening as I was listening to my mp3. Then he purposely ask me to go up to the board cos I put my head down. I'm like whatever and just went up to the board and do. He's always picking on me anyway. -roll eyes- During recess, Sasa and I walked around feeling board. Went for Geog lesson next and TOOK PICS! :D:D Hahaha. Then Mr Lee had to go down for the rest of the period and all of us, the Humanities students went to do our own business. The corridor was chaotic! LOL. Played catching and also cam-whoring with Amel, Candy, Ting and Steph. Haha. It was fun! Went in and out of classroom like crazy people. I gave up and played heart attack with the rest. Cons was nuts! She kept screaming for nothing. Oh, and Guanyang played with us. Haha! He spoiled the whole game ! Haha. It was fun. So, cam-whored again :D:D It was bio after that, but we had to do measurements for the new &lt;b&gt;SUPER UGLY AND DISGUSTING&lt;/b&gt; school uniform! &gt;:/ Measurements were CRAP! And some extra assholes kept asking us to go away after taking our measurements. We're not even blocking the way. Bitches.. So, went up to AVA for Bio and a while later went toilet with ting while waiting for 3/1 students to come. After Bio went to Queensway for a while. Siti's butt was itchy when she was on the bus. She kept moving from seat to seat. LOL. Alight and went off. Walked around and was fooling around with Amel and Siti. Went home after that and fell asleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't went to sch yest. Had MC! :D Had fun the day before with Ting and Shengjia. Went to Henry park after such a LOOONNGG time and had fun. Had headache after a while. Cam-whored and went to ting's house. Haha. That's when the fun begin. Cam-whored! After ting took her shower and shengjia had her lunch, went to ting's 1st floor and the fun starts! We were acting and did a music video. LOL. It was fucking hilarious ! Too bad we can't post it up due to reasons. LOL. Then ting's maid saw us. Haha. Her mum did too. XP Then we went up to her room and cam-whored like mad. It was the best time I had for such a long time. I really need that. :D Thanks girls! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! Gonna stay up late today and watch tv! There's lotsa shows tonight :D I hope tmr I can go shopping! Haha. Ok, I guess this is a really long post, so, I'll end here! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116134725344136659?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116134725344136659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116134725344136659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116134725344136659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116134725344136659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/10/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girls just wanna have FUN!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116106520644016027</id><published>2006-10-17T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:06.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing cars</title><content type='html'>Had Bio lesson this morning. Came just in time but waited for the others to come. Waited 15 mins k! But we're not the last ones to arrive. Haha. DIdn't really listen during the lesson. Cons and I played while she was teaching. Haha. We're bored and had no mood to study! We were just waiting for the lesson to end. Went home with Shengjia. Cons asked me out but too lazy and I've not asked for my mum's permission, so, went home. Wanted to go to playground actually but I was already at my block, so, don't bother then. Reach home, change and watch tv. Was feeling sooo hungry! But gotta wait til 6+. :/ Haha. So, just slacked around. I wanna go shopping! I'm freaking bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going school this thurs for the amazing-whatever-thing. It's freaking long and I'm gonna wear out. If I'm not going, still gotta stay in school and waste my time there. Bleah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched 'House of Carters' last night. I love that show! Haha. Couldn't sleep so watched tv. I actually intend not to sleep til it's time for my pre-dawn meal. But since there's school today, I sleep for like 2 hours? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm gonna go back to my tv and spend my time with it! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;til death do us part..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116106520644016027?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116106520644016027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116106520644016027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116106520644016027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116106520644016027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/10/chasing-cars.html' title='Chasing cars'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116100941519342026</id><published>2006-10-16T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:05.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results are out!</title><content type='html'>Results out today! I passed 4 subs and failed 3! It's better cos I've always been failing 4 subs and passed only 3. LOL.So, it's the other way round now. :) Oh! Passed POA! Like, finally. Haha. And I really did study! Bloody Tan don't believe me. Whatever ah! Did badly for Math. Again, whatever. I just hope that'll get promoted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot! There's Bio remedial tmr. Ahhh! I don't wanna go but must go. Bleh. I hope I'll wake up early tmr cos I'm planning to sleep late to watch tv. Haha. Thinking of going to Ting's house after that. But don't know yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Take note of the song I've put on my blog. The lyrics are great! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it why you gotta make a big fuss over SUCH SMALL MATTERS! You don't gotta repeat the same old boring sentences y'know. It's so irritating. I don't wanna tolerate you anymore. And you said that if I'm interested to text you, I can text. But the thing is, I'm not. So, please understand. Stop repeating it a lot of times. I get what you're saying! UGH! I'm not bearing any grudges, eh, I do, a little bit cos I can't stand the way you treated me that time. If you wanna text me, go on. But don't be angry with me if I don't reply you. I've my reasons why.. So, I hope you geddit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm off to watch tv. Sleep tight everyone! :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116100941519342026?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116100941519342026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116100941519342026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116100941519342026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116100941519342026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/10/results-are-out.html' title='Results are out!'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116074139526094489</id><published>2006-10-13T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:05.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday 13th</title><content type='html'>Whee! Exams finally over :) But the bloody results next monday and I already fail 2 subs. :\ This is bad.. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up early morning to go to school for Bio. Purposely woke up late, shower and went to school. Got back Bio FT paper and failed, DUH! Whatever, I don't give a shit abt Bio. HEAR THAT?? :D Was dreaming a bit while she's explaining. Bleah, had lots of careless mistakes. After that went Holland with Shengjia. Bought magazines and went home. Had fun talking to her. Haha. Got home, shower, changed and watch tv. There's nothing interesting to watch though. So, went to read my magazines and fell asleep. Mum called asked to go out to buy clothes and I agreed. Got back to sleep. Forgot about going out w/ mum. Haha. She got home and was furious w/ me. Argued and was ok by evening. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! I can't stop thinking of the worse! :{ I gotta be more optimistic man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Couldn't take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;Sick with shame.&lt;br /&gt;Must be exhausting to lose your own game.&lt;br /&gt;Selfishly hated,&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you're jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You can't play the victim this time,&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116074139526094489?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116074139526094489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116074139526094489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116074139526094489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116074139526094489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/10/friday-13th.html' title='Friday 13th'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35786083.post-116047091351131235</id><published>2006-10-10T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:39:05.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>Helloooo! :D Okay, opened a new blog. Just for fun. :P Anyway, exams is gonna be over in two days time and results of exams like, in 6 days! Oooooh! -shivers- I know for sure I'm gonna fail what subjects. Lets hope it won't be more than 3. Sigh.. I hate this year's system. All because of merging, there's so much changes. I hate that!! :{ Oh well, there's nothing I can do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefects R.O.D this thursday. I don't wanna go cos I'm lazy but have to. Bleah. I hope it'll end fast and can go home fast! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better finish my art. If not, I'm gonna be dead tmr. I'll update later! Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35786083-116047091351131235?l=thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/feeds/116047091351131235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35786083&amp;postID=116047091351131235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116047091351131235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35786083/posts/default/116047091351131235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtlesscrime.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>atits-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01627438243245228492</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
