<?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-2657433509549000662</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:13:42.732+08:00</updated><category term='Emily'/><category term='I don&apos;t care'/><category term='I like that quote'/><category term='WOOLDRENSS'/><category term='My milk toof'/><category term='penguins'/><category term='Finally'/><category term='piano practice'/><category term='hey africa'/><category term='FISH'/><category term='Micheal Jackson-RIP'/><category term='subjects-blech'/><category term='Lameness'/><category term='grounded'/><category term='haha'/><category term='September'/><category term='I told you so'/><category term='Poems'/><category 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-8303726244229622572</id><published>2009-12-11T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:35:31.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ouchhh'/><title type='text'>hush stomach</title><content type='html'>My stomach hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I still haven't tried the ice, MX. :)&lt;br /&gt;Could I ask you guys something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What the fetch do you bring on the first day of school??&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have to bring everything, I might as well not go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA WATCH GOSSIP GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;Don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a photo of Chuck and Blair and I've been obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STUDIED YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;See, this is what I mean by Seriously Bored.&lt;br /&gt;No, really.&lt;br /&gt;Who in the right mind would STUDY during the HOLIDAYS?&lt;br /&gt;This just proves I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, my stomach hates me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna play with the ice now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't die, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It's not nice 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stomach'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-699390325057353924</id><published>2009-12-08T12:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:03:43.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piano practice'/><title type='text'>GLEE!!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE GLEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF GLEE GO SHOOT YOURSELF ON THE FOOT! &lt;br /&gt;It's a series I really don't bother to explain right now, so just watch it at www.casttv.com.&lt;br /&gt;And Stupid Blogger won't let me link it.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be awesome-ly busy today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna skip to woodlands to visit my sister, then after that I'm gonna have a piano lesson I didn't practice for, then I'm off to church to help out in the Nativity decorations.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't sound as bad as I thought, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO STUDY. &lt;br /&gt;LIKE...NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got nothing else to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Imma practice my piano now. &lt;br /&gt;Peace. &lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-699390325057353924?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/699390325057353924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/12/glee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>AWON</title><content type='html'>Holwry Crwap, I haven't posted in ages.&lt;br /&gt;I sorta felt like posting today.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I'M EFFIN BORED DURING THE THE HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;I READ WHEN I'M NOT IN THE COM AND I STILL READ WHEN I'M IN THE COM.&lt;br /&gt;LISTEN TO THAT ENGLISH!&lt;br /&gt;EVEN MY ENGLISH IS TURNING CRAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;Aish.&lt;br /&gt;The unlimited sms isn't doing anything too.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, MeiXin, sms me when you read this.&lt;br /&gt;So damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone completely nuts over "Glee".&lt;br /&gt;Whoever is reading this has to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Like, NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Close this blog and go to Lord Youtube.(Got that from Glee.)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It's a series, so you'd better start now. ^^&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right here, all alone and sad at home if you wanna thank me. &lt;br /&gt;Aish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What date is it today?&lt;br /&gt;I kinda mixed up the time, and I'm turning nocturnal.&lt;br /&gt;Even my mum has to wake me up sometimes now.&lt;br /&gt;Who wakes up at 11 nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait- there's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED TO THE DARKEST PITS OF TARTARUS!&lt;br /&gt;I'D EVEN BURN A WHOLE LIBRARY JUST TO ENTERTAIN ME!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm bored of saying I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna read fanfics.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes you get to the point when&lt;br /&gt;       all you can say is&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; "I'm done trying."&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-1231242875174942870?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-1606871861378294587</id><published>2009-11-05T07:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:51:41.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WOOLDRENSS'/><title type='text'>AWESOMENESS</title><content type='html'>HELLERRSS.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;Iffah, Mei Xin and me(plus sis) laugh like CRAZY mannnn.&lt;br /&gt;I met up with mx and Iffah at 478 and walked to Sun Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, you don't playplay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SO FRICKIN HOT, I TELL YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I was stuck in the house too much, I got really, REALLY hyper.&lt;br /&gt;We went to McDonald's(which, btw, I'm not really a fan of,) and had breakfast there.&lt;br /&gt;There was this boy playing with this thing on the wall, and we forgot our manners and started staring.&lt;br /&gt;Like, really, REALLY, staring.&lt;br /&gt;So funny.&lt;br /&gt;Then we called the whatever-you-call-it to check if ETP was open, and it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;So awesome, neh?&lt;br /&gt;So, we decided to go to Orchard instead.&lt;br /&gt;Iffah forgot her wallet in McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky they still had it!&lt;br /&gt;We rode on the train, we so damn, fickin' noisy.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno how my sister fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there was this creepy dude who was like mumbling stuff, and mx wanted me to imitate it.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh like CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Woah, wait,I was totally daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Orchard and met up with my sister's friend.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the arcade and play like siao.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to KFC for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;We had fastfood for breakfast and lunch&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm running tomorrow(stupid rain).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched this movie called "Coraline".&lt;br /&gt;So damn boring in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;But it gets better in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I was killing mx hand when I got freaked out by the mum.&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified of buttons man.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked to Starbucks to find my OTHER sis who worked there.&lt;br /&gt;Me, MeiXin and Iffah got bored, so we left my sisters and their friend to ULTRA CENTRAL.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahahahaha, that's all thanks to mx mishearings.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Orchard central, and went to the roof garden.&lt;br /&gt;You have NO IDEA how long an escalator can go.&lt;br /&gt;Me and MX were practically dying since we were afraid of heights.&lt;br /&gt;Iffah was freakishly calm in the back.&lt;br /&gt;So funny.&lt;br /&gt;The roof garden &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SO DAMN HIGH, IT'S NOT FUNNY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;We took the escalators DOWN to the first floor.&lt;br /&gt;That was okay.^^&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we decided to go to the lowest floor since we went to the highest.&lt;br /&gt;We walk one round at the lowest floor(B1. wahh. so low. -heavy sarcasm inserted here-).&lt;br /&gt;Then my sis call and it was time to ciaoss.&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot, along the way to starbucks, there was this two american boys, a tall and short blondie.&lt;br /&gt;We were debating whether the taller one or the shorter one was cuter.&lt;br /&gt;It tuned out that the taller one was cuter but the shorter one had better hair.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, we were going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;MIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;AIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;IAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train back home it was more CALM.&lt;br /&gt;Still laugh like crazy, but we were so tired, we had to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO OUT AGAIN, MEIXIN &amp;amp; IFFAH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, I gosss and eat breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;p.s: WOOLDRENNSS. SINGAPORE'S MEGA COURTS SALE! *pretends to whisper* They say, the best bargains in your neighbourhood. DON'T PLRAYPLRAY(lol). *laugh like PCK*. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stop planning you life &amp;amp; let&lt;br /&gt; it plan itself. Quit trying to&lt;br /&gt; find the perfect boy &amp;amp; let him&lt;br /&gt; find you. If you don't want&lt;br /&gt; drama, then don't talk shit.&lt;br /&gt; Things are only as complicated&lt;br /&gt; as you make them- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-1606871861378294587?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1606871861378294587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesomeness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/1606871861378294587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/1606871861378294587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesomeness.html' title='AWESOMENESS'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-2514491205929203996</id><published>2009-11-03T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:53:01.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ETP'/><title type='text'>I'm nuts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this book just now, in the living room with my mum, when something tragic happened in the book.&lt;br /&gt;So, being the blur Adrielle, I screamed,"OH &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCK&lt;/span&gt;!" right in front of my mum.&lt;br /&gt;-Pause-&lt;br /&gt;It was so scary.&lt;br /&gt;You know THAT LOOK your mum gives you when you do something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;The one that says,"You are SO dead."?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, imagine momzilla giving that to me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HUNDRED TIMES DEADLIER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so...frighting.&lt;br /&gt;Like I was thrown into *Tatarus or something.&lt;br /&gt;So creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I've got piano lesson later.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't practice(surprise,surprise).&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my piano teacher's in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;She and my mum are very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dundundundunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going ETP with Mei Xin &amp;amp; Iffah tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;Plus my sister that is.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, she's gonna look like a nanny.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EFFIN' EXCITED MANNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope MX won't be in the mood to go in the haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I won't be in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY won't be in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that typing on the keyboard is like playing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll post tomorrow about my awesome day in ETP.&lt;br /&gt;So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be an awesome day full of awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DIE ANYTIME SOON!!&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE TOMORROWS GONNA BE AWESOME.(I have to stop that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My best friend and I laugh at a joke three times.&lt;br /&gt;First is when the joke is told.&lt;br /&gt;Second when someone explains it.&lt;br /&gt;And third when we actually GET it -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Tatarus is literally the darkest pits of hell. Thanks for recommending "Percy Jackson" Wallace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-2514491205929203996?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2514491205929203996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2514491205929203996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2514491205929203996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-nuts.html' title='I&apos;m nuts.'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-2619223644070210711</id><published>2009-10-28T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:59:50.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penguins'/><title type='text'>ohsmeegoods.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FINALLY!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I FINISHED LINKING EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably my biggest accomplishment this year.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, jk^^&lt;br /&gt;So did everyone get their results?&lt;br /&gt;I totally sucked in my Chinese &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got into express stream!&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder what momzilla's gonna say.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to go express.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's like the beginning of a whole new school year.&lt;br /&gt;New people and new teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I sound like a philosopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*raises hands and talks in a weird voice*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Even IF you are going into a new class, REMEMBER, people will always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;*coughcough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Where was I? oh yes, the philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Emm...oh, and they have cookies in the other side^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Soooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;How's life people?&lt;br /&gt;Catch any lizards lately?&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;I completely lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAIONARA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Remember...birds fly.&lt;br /&gt;Except for Penguins and Ostriches.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Life's unfair.&lt;br /&gt; So use PHUN POO PAA!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-2619223644070210711?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2619223644070210711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohsmeegoods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2619223644070210711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2619223644070210711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohsmeegoods.html' title='ohsmeegoods.'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-807155023822015698</id><published>2009-10-27T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:00:51.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey africa'/><title type='text'>GETSOME,GETSOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You're really pretty."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thank you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So you agree? You think you're really pretty?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Got that from &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mean Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm watching it now in my sister's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP BROOKE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aish.&lt;br /&gt;Life's so unfair-got that from Mei Xin!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a confession.(SERIOUSLY, DON'T GET ANY IDEAS. I'M WARNING YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;Ermm....&lt;br /&gt;How do I put this...&lt;br /&gt;ARGH, NEVERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;Just find out in school or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*BANG!*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER*beeeeeeeeeeeep*&lt;br /&gt;Ouchouchouchouchouchouchouchouchouchouchouch.&lt;br /&gt;I hit my friggin' knee.&lt;br /&gt;Cao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aish, I got nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-807155023822015698?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/807155023822015698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/10/getsomegetsome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/807155023822015698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/807155023822015698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/10/getsomegetsome.html' title='GETSOME,GETSOME!'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-7245031953271892390</id><published>2009-10-19T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:18:38.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JIA YOU'/><title type='text'>Harlo!</title><content type='html'>Haha, hola, long time never post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE MORE PAPER TO GO EVERYONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GAMBATTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JIA YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER LANGUAGE THAT MEANS GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;But, seriously, did the last paper HAVE to be Math?&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;You know on Friday, we aren't  suppose to go to school right?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;So I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SKIPPED&lt;/span&gt; to school, thinking there IS school.&lt;br /&gt;*lalala...skipping to school*&lt;br /&gt;So I reach school, to see no one in line.&lt;br /&gt;So I thought, ok, they're probably in class or something.&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs  to class, to see the lights OFF.&lt;br /&gt;OH CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;I run downstairs again, to see one of my classmates(I'm not gonna name this classmate, for her protection. And pride.).&lt;br /&gt;I practically jumped on that person(lol).&lt;br /&gt;So we run back to the foyer, and asked Mr James whether there was school.&lt;br /&gt;He was like ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;He asked us if we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HIGHER M.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even pass the normal M.T and you expect me to take higher M.T??&lt;br /&gt;Get real.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr Felix came and threatened to keep us in till school ended since we were so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I leave you to imagine what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;I advise you to imagine the Principal, Vice Principal, Discipline Master and whatever higher-ups you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I feel so damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;NOTE: PAY ATTENTION TO MORNING ANNOUNCEMENTS. IT COULD SAVE YOUR PRIDE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's leaving for Australia on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss that dude.&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna be gone for two frickin' years.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;Baibai!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-7245031953271892390?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7245031953271892390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/10/harlo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/7245031953271892390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/7245031953271892390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/10/harlo.html' title='Harlo!'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-5875900184678172459</id><published>2009-09-19T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:38:48.447+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lameness'/><title type='text'>I.Dont.Want.</title><content type='html'>Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back to Philippines!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Argh, just kill me!&lt;br /&gt;=.=".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cries the next flood for Philippines-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get like, a lot of people to stand outside my house, and together, we're gonna shout,"................."&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what should we shout?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;"SO WHAT IF NOT RICH LOR, CANNOT STAY IN SINGAPORE?"&lt;br /&gt;ohmaigawd.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so effin lame.&lt;br /&gt;Haish.&lt;br /&gt;I should have a petition or something.&lt;br /&gt;ok, Hail Mary, lets talk something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;You know when after you bathe, your hair is wet right?&lt;br /&gt;Then my mum was brushing my hair while I'm in the com.&lt;br /&gt;She went to the kitchen to do who-knows-what, and suddenly ask,"Roseanne! Have you bathed?" in tagalog.&lt;br /&gt;I just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes to a corner-&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, I'm so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;I got over Neopets and Pokemon!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah boyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to fanfics though.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm too lame to blog today.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I will not think about him.&lt;br /&gt;  I will not think about him.&lt;br /&gt;  I will not think about him.&lt;br /&gt;  I will not think about him.&lt;br /&gt;  I will not think about him.&lt;br /&gt;  I will not think about him.&lt;br /&gt;  Shit, who am I kidding?   -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-5875900184678172459?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5875900184678172459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/09/idontwant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/5875900184678172459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/5875900184678172459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/09/idontwant.html' title='I.Dont.Want.'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-8500486720878591563</id><published>2009-09-17T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:46:23.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Swift'/><title type='text'>Brookielicious.</title><content type='html'>Harlo.&lt;br /&gt;Hellohello,hellohello.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you $50000000000000000000000000 Mei Xin is dying of laughter now.&lt;br /&gt;My mum was watching the wedding of this famous Chinese actors, and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;No subtitles.&lt;br /&gt;So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow got Chinese oral.&lt;br /&gt;Sure die =.=".&lt;br /&gt;Wah, do I really need do go???&lt;br /&gt;Can't they just give me a zero and get over it??&lt;br /&gt;Aigooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke came!&lt;br /&gt;So cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;My mum told me that she pooped a BIG one that it reached her head!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, SHE POOPED ON HER HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;My mum showered her.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-DRAGON IS SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;I L-O-V-E HIM.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T PLAY PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;Really eh, have you guys heard his song, "Heartbreaker"?&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Kanye West.&lt;br /&gt;Such a rude, obnoxious, jerk.&lt;br /&gt;What would he do if someone suddenly goes up the stage and disses you in font of A LOT of people?&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention in front of cameras EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;Such an A-hole.&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo.&lt;br /&gt;I really pity Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;Sniffsniff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;That's that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go and bury my head in Blood+.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Around the world.&lt;br /&gt;For generations.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='Brookielicious.'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-161060985465027558</id><published>2009-09-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:41:38.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='subjects-blech'/><title type='text'>WOAH!</title><content type='html'>HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;I was SO close to forgetting my password!&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, posting todayyy(finally).&lt;br /&gt;Um.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;*coughcough*&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;errr.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I've got a confession.(DON'T GET ANY IDEAS NOW! I'M FRIGGIN' WARNING YOU!)&lt;br /&gt;I....&lt;br /&gt;HAVE GONE COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH NEOPETS.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, goodness save me. &lt;br /&gt;I click on the internet, and the first website I go to?&lt;br /&gt;NEOPETS.&lt;br /&gt;Don't go and pretend that I don't have a serious problem!&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;I was playing PlayStation(there is something wrong about this sentence) with Eddie, and guess what we were playing?&lt;br /&gt;POKEMON.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what else?&lt;br /&gt;I HAD FUN.&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Please, go ahead and press that red button with the cross on the top right hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon and Neopets is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, setting THAT aside, I pretty much, sorta, barely, passed most of my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;I failed one.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be Einstein to know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;I failed.....CHINESE!!&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;English // barely passed. First time not the highest. NICE JOB, A.&lt;br /&gt;Math // Mr Harizan said I could've done better. yeah. righhhttt. 30/40 is not THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;Science // YEAHHHH!!! First time in top 2. *pats myself on the back*&lt;br /&gt;History // I don't want to say anything. I passed, and that's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;Geography // Passed. Need I say anything else?&lt;br /&gt;Literature // I was soooo surprised when I got my paper and realized I passed. I thought I totally flunked it when they asked about all the stuff in chapter 3 of "The Pearl". Luckkkyyy.&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T // Passed. PAFNGLAbdlsgnlkhqahgklb. Man, I swear hyperventilated if Mr Harizan didn't give us the paper. &lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay.&lt;br /&gt;Is that every subject??&lt;br /&gt;hey, If you're from my class, could you tag/sms/call me the schedule for Monday?&lt;br /&gt;I kinda-sorta-maybe-yet-again lost my time-table.&lt;br /&gt;One point for being irresponsible, A. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think that's long enough to be labeled a post.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;Long live Old People.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;They just do.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S // I'll link you guys soon!^^ buh-bye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-161060985465027558?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/161060985465027558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/09/woah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/161060985465027558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/161060985465027558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/09/woah.html' title='WOAH!'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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please! please, no one sees me!!!&lt;br /&gt;That rhymed. &lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since my life is so awesomely boring, I leave it to you to whether you close this and blame me for wasting 5 minutes of your life, or go and play neopets.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-7171881357843821853?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7171881357843821853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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0);"&gt;OHMAIGOSH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger's working!!&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;I was THIS close to killing blogger.&lt;br /&gt;If it was ever possible.&lt;br /&gt;I've been totally addicted to K-pop.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna upload one video here...but then I got lazy...&lt;br /&gt;Nehhhmind.&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload it when I'm not being a lazy pig.&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that one of the girls from 4 minute(korean girl group) was from wonder girls.&lt;br /&gt;She got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; sick, like, she had to be hospitalized, and the wonder girls had to continue their concerts, so she got kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;So sad.&lt;br /&gt;But she's so awesome at dancing in "Hot issue" by 4 minute!&lt;br /&gt;(oh, Hail Mary, write about something worth reading!)&lt;br /&gt;GO TO BORED DOT COM!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I mean,&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bored.com"&gt;bored.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can get SERIOUSLY addicted to the games there.&lt;br /&gt;*cries tears of joy*&lt;br /&gt;I shall never be bored again!!&lt;br /&gt;*rubs eyes*&lt;br /&gt;I got carried away in playing the game just now,  I forgot I was writing this.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-5054844736093121889?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5054844736093121889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/luckyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Haha, don't mind me, got a tad bit bored.&lt;br /&gt;DEAL WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got from Lynn's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to be kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;Forehead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you feel when you wake up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;Confused. I was like, "WHAT?!...oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person you took photo with ?&lt;br /&gt;BROOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you every consider yourself to be spoiled ?&lt;br /&gt;Duh. Youngest much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you ever donate blood ?&lt;br /&gt;Sure why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;Duuhhhh. He became my *ahem* before we called it quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone dead ?&lt;br /&gt;I want them to die in a slow, tormented way. Like, buried alive or burned to death. yeah.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last message say ?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking of right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes. And toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you wish someone was with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Duhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What time did you went to sleep last night ?&lt;br /&gt;11-ish. I was buried in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the t-shirt you wearing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;My sis's shirt. Go ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone in your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. DON'T GO GETTING ANY IDEAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last one to text you ?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags:&lt;br /&gt;Whoever bothers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gonna bother Brooke!!! &lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;CIAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-8098223853372948850?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8098223853372948850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-quizzes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8098223853372948850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8098223853372948850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-quizzes.html' title='More quizzes'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-5999357989470675240</id><published>2009-08-28T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:24:27.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I like that quote'/><title type='text'>BROOKE!</title><content type='html'>Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;She's here again!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ohsmaigaws she's smell so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, during Math today, Mr Harizan came into the room with our exam papers.&lt;br /&gt;There was like,"Oh my gosh!"-es or "Oh no!"-s all over the class.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Harizan said,"Alright, I don't blablablablablablabla".&lt;br /&gt;When finally he was like,"Ok, I'm going to give you your papers back, count your marks."&lt;br /&gt;We were all so nervous when he took out the rubber band.&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the first paper and furrowed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;We got even MORE nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Then..."Oh....It looks like I took the wrong class.".&lt;br /&gt;We were like,"Aiyohh!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That looked like a very horribly written composition.&lt;br /&gt;Nice job, Adrielle.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows how to pronounce "Quileute"?&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Twilight again, and when I came across the word, I was like, "Kwee...kewil?...Kweletue?...K-aw, nevermind!".&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, tell me in school if you know how to pronounce it!&lt;br /&gt;My parents were watching this show, and they were showing pictures of sushi, and my mum was like," *clap* Aw, I love sushi!".&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;Ohs kays, I g2g before losers think I'm being cool!&lt;br /&gt;Peace! \m/(&gt;.&lt;)\m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To often, we lose sight of lifes simple pleasures.&lt;br /&gt; Remember, when someone annoys you it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown, &lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm &lt;br /&gt;and bitch-slap that mother.... upside the head.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-5999357989470675240?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5999357989470675240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/brooke_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/5999357989470675240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/5999357989470675240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/brooke_28.html' title='BROOKE!'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-5945164283733013817</id><published>2009-08-27T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:57:37.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awww'/><title type='text'>One more to go. And I'm gone.</title><content type='html'>Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sounded like I'm gonna kill someone and then commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about the exams,silly.&lt;br /&gt;GEOGRAPHY.&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGOSH, Mr Noor said that if we failed this paper, we would have to spend supplement classes with him during the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;*chants* mustpassmustpassmustpass,iduncareifihavetokillanyone,mustpassmustpass....&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I passed History.&lt;br /&gt;Only like, 9 passed in History for my class.&lt;br /&gt;It was so scary. &lt;br /&gt;I've never seen Mr Lim that mad.&lt;br /&gt;*thinks* what test did we have today?&lt;br /&gt;*having a grandma moment* &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Literature.&lt;br /&gt;-Heavy Silence-&lt;br /&gt;HOW IN THE WOULD WOULD I KNOW HOW A PEARL IS FORMED? DO I LOOK LIKE A PERSON WHO SAYS,"Hm, I wonder how a pearl is formed. I should go waste my time and find out!"?!&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo.&lt;br /&gt;But I remember my dad watching this show, where the person was talking about pearls, and something about sand.&lt;br /&gt;So I gave them a cock-and-bull story that is too embarrassing to mention.&lt;br /&gt;NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the com just now, and then Harry Potter popped into my head, so I went to Wikipedia to search for the spells.&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS LIKE, 25 PAGES OF IT! THE BACK AND THE FRONT OF THE PAPER!!&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I printed it out.&lt;br /&gt;*Takes out my wand out of nowhere*&lt;br /&gt;Petrificus Totalus!&lt;br /&gt;*you freeze,get petrified and fall on the ground...DO IT!*&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;My sister came back for work, and when I opened the door, me and my sister, Patricia, shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!" and my sister pretended to stiffen!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA-ok lame.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN THE CADBURY'S EYEBROW COMMERCIAL??&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't go shoot yourself!!!&lt;br /&gt;Search for it in youtube!&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the commercial to come out when you watch tv!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you do!&lt;br /&gt;Just watch it!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ohs kays, I goes nows.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Give her two red roses, each with a note. &lt;br /&gt;The first note says For the woman I love and the second, &lt;br /&gt;For my best friend.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-5945164283733013817?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5945164283733013817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more-to-go-and-im-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/5945164283733013817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/5945164283733013817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more-to-go-and-im-gone.html' title='One more to go. And I&apos;m gone.'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-2506568441317913263</id><published>2009-08-25T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:27:45.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afsadgadfh haha'/><title type='text'>Woah</title><content type='html'>Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo, Crystal, I don't know who hacked me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mention your name, right?&lt;br /&gt;How in the world would I know who hacked me when I don't even know how to change my blogskin?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just asking whoever it is to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is like so long ago, but I just recently watched Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;My dad bought the DVD, and i watched it.&lt;br /&gt;It was so AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;But I was so devastated when Dumbledore died.&lt;br /&gt;But did you see Snape's face?&lt;br /&gt;So much remorse.&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahyeah, I studied first.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what they were saying in my D&amp;T and History textbook.&lt;br /&gt;*crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Please,please be an easy paper!! I promise I'll study more!! Just PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;But the Science paper today was a breeze!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Before the paper I was like,"crapcrapcrapcrap...Pressure=TOWHAT????crapcrapcrapcrap"&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the paper I was like,"..............YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;And thus, the awesome mood.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, there goes my Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;*takes a white handkerchief*&lt;br /&gt;Adieu my Chinese marks! *sniffsniff*&lt;br /&gt;Ok, random.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Music Bank(this show in the Korean Channel) and I realized Girls' Generation's the song which I thought was called "Genie" is actually called "Tell me your wish".&lt;br /&gt;Huh.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how this world is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;Well I wanna go now! &lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-2506568441317913263?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2506568441317913263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/woah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2506568441317913263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2506568441317913263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/woah.html' title='Woah'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-7031853959470704718</id><published>2009-08-25T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:01:46.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stop'/><title type='text'>In Cosmix.</title><content type='html'>Whoever is trying to ruin my whole already crappy life, you've already done an awesome job.&lt;br /&gt;I did NOT write ANYTHING about hating ANYONE.&lt;br /&gt;Do you REALLY think I can WRITE that?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I WOULD write that?&lt;br /&gt;I GROUNDED.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you're all going, "SO?!"&lt;br /&gt;SO, it means that I can't go com.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing this during recess, in the cosmix.&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you REALLY hate me, just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a wet chair in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-7031853959470704718?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7031853959470704718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-cosmix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/7031853959470704718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/7031853959470704718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-cosmix.html' title='In Cosmix.'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-4412069625264535256</id><published>2009-08-24T15:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:30:14.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wth</title><content type='html'>Who hacked into my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I get it, your MAD.&lt;br /&gt;I just got into the heat of the moment and got angry.&lt;br /&gt;I thought 2in1 was Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;Just stop making this a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh,I'm terrified.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit hacking my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-4412069625264535256?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4412069625264535256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/wth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/4412069625264535256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/4412069625264535256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/wth.html' title='wth'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-8765664913842240412</id><published>2009-08-22T08:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:38:05.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I don&apos;t care'/><title type='text'>WAH!!!</title><content type='html'>SO COOL!!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome my DEAR spammers!!!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats on begin the first one!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda waiting for that!&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna say this to Howren:&lt;br /&gt;Bored?&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Who the HELL said I BULLIED you effin gf?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wanna SEE her.&lt;br /&gt;I TRY smiling at her and what does she do?&lt;br /&gt;Give me the bitch eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 2in1:&lt;br /&gt;Wassup?!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I got a pretty good idea who you are so, see you on monday!&lt;br /&gt;Che.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go thinking I'm ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah.&lt;br /&gt;That felt gooddd!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going bowling today!&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah.&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea where but, I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;Wah, so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I love people who love hating me-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-8765664913842240412?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8765664913842240412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/wah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8765664913842240412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8765664913842240412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/wah.html' title='WAH!!!'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-1502290135959717621</id><published>2009-08-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:23:06.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy Bob'/><title type='text'>Pig</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to tell about today~&lt;br /&gt;(inside of my head:"Lazy pig!").&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo, I'll just tell you tomorrow,kay!&lt;br /&gt;Peace-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The only people you&lt;br /&gt; need in your life &lt;br /&gt; are the ones that&lt;br /&gt; need you in theirs-&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-1502290135959717621?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1502290135959717621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/pig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/1502290135959717621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/1502290135959717621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/pig.html' title='Pig'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-4113422549311984823</id><published>2009-08-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:45:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes. Hackin' awesome.</title><content type='html'>This whole post is just gonna be quizzes. Gomenasai~*bow*.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin tagged moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to your age.&lt;br /&gt;List down the number of things that most people don't know about you. And then tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;#1 I'm not awesome at reading Tagalog.(Just because I'm Filipino don't mean I'm good at the language!)  &lt;br /&gt;#2 I hate it when people stare at me.(Seriously. Take a photo, it lasts longer. Just. Don't. STARE.) &lt;br /&gt;#3 I've got phobia of Sharks.(*shiver*)&lt;br /&gt;#4 I've got a scar on my face from falling in the ocean when I was 3.(I'll show it to you if you ask me personally.)&lt;br /&gt;#5 I bruise VERY easily.(I bumped into my parents' bed once, I didn't even feel any pain, till I realized, OH!, I got a bruise.) &lt;br /&gt;#6 I'm obsessed with Classic Anime.(VOLTES 5, SAILOR MOON, RANMA 1/2 ROCK MY SOCKS!)&lt;br /&gt;#7 Behind my lies, I don't only have 4 siblings.(It's sort of personal.Family thing.)&lt;br /&gt;#8 I prefer to think than talk.(But not with Mei Xin and Sharmain. I don't talk to them. I laugh with them.)&lt;br /&gt;#9 My fring is all the way to the bottom of my chin.(It curls up in such a weird way so I use a headband!)&lt;br /&gt;#10 I prefer Mints to Sweets.(Don't you think so too?)&lt;br /&gt;#11 Even I'm not sure of who I like.(So, don't bother asking me who I "think-is-hot".)&lt;br /&gt;#12 I'm afraid of wearing necklaces. (I feel so suffocated.)&lt;br /&gt;#13 It takes me FOREVER to fall asleep.(Seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;#14 I can SO easily wake up.( If a pin would fall I would STILL wake up.)&lt;br /&gt;#15 I fold my underwear.(Too much info.)&lt;br /&gt;Tag this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who I linked. YOU BETTER DO IT!(sounds so sick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took from Lynn's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last Beverage: Good ol' water.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: My sister&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: Phone confiscated. Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: "Mister"-KARA&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: Just now. I poked my eye with my finger and my eyes watered. Is that counted? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice: No. I'm not THAT low.&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on: No. Who dares?!&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp; regretted it: No. Haven't HAD my first kiss yet!&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special: Yes.But I've never met him.&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed: Ah, DUH?&lt;br /&gt;11.Been drunk and threw up: NO. W.T.H.&lt;br /&gt;List three favourite colours: Pink, Black and Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU: (2009)&lt;br /&gt;15. Made a new friend: Yeah!!^^&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: WITH MEI XIN AND SHARMAIN! OHSMEGOODS.&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Nah. But I hope I do soon.&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friend was: Yesh! ^^&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Right in front of my face. You think speaking in Chinese would save you?!&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: NEVER KISSED. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: Every. Single. One.&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: I dunno. But I want it to be an even num. I dunno why. I just want it to.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: No. But I wanna Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: No, I like my name.&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: 9.30. I'm such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Sleeping. *Gasp* NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you cannot wait for: SCHOOL! &lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother: HEARING her nagging voice right here and now. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I like my life the way it is. (wahhh, where got so deep one?) &lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now : "Will you marry me?"-LEE SEUNGGI!!! &lt;3333333333333333 &lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: WHT!!! No.&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now: Nothing. I'm unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;35. Most visited webpage: Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name: Adrielle Roseanne Mora Cahigas&lt;br /&gt;37. Nicknames: Dimple&lt;br /&gt;38. Relationship Status: Single.(HAPPILY)&lt;br /&gt;39. Zodiac sign: Gemini&lt;br /&gt;40. Male or female? : Female. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;41. Primary?: Yishun Primary School(P1-P3). Sembawang Primary School(P4-P6)&lt;br /&gt;42. Secondary School?: Canberra Secondary School.&lt;br /&gt;43. Poly/Ite/Jc/others?: Wait lah.&lt;br /&gt;44. Hair colour: Black. It turns dark brown under sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;45. Long or short: Long-ish.&lt;br /&gt;46. Height: Short. &lt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone?: Yeah. Not sure who. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;48: What do you like about yourself?: I like my dimple. ^^&lt;br /&gt;49. Piercings: One on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;50. Tattoos: None.&lt;br /&gt;51. Righty or lefty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;52. First surgery: No&lt;br /&gt;53. First piercing: Ears?&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend: Cherry. Yishun Primary School.&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined: Soccer. I think.&lt;br /&gt;56. First vacation: Thailand?&lt;br /&gt;58. First pair of trainers: What?&lt;br /&gt;59. Eating: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;60. Drinking: Water.&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm about to: Answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;62. Listening to: "Sorry Sorry"-Super Junior.&lt;br /&gt;63. Waiting for: Sleepy-ness to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;64. Want kids?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;65. Get Married?: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;66. Career?: Writer? Singer? Actress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;67. Lips or eyes: Defiantly Eyes. &lt;br /&gt;68. Hugs or kisses: Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;69. Shorter or taller: Taller.&lt;br /&gt;70. Older or Younger: Older. They know more.&lt;br /&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud: Loud?&lt;br /&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms. Seriously, stomach?? &lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant: Trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger: THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M SAYING THIS. I'VE. NEVER. KISSED.&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor: What?&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts: No. My glasses are forever in the depths of my school bag.&lt;br /&gt;79. Sex on first date: EW.&lt;br /&gt;80. Broken someone's heart: Yes. He still likes me. &lt;br /&gt;82. Been arrested: NO!&lt;br /&gt;83. Turned someone down: Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;84. Cried when someone died: Yeah. Does Micheal Jackson count?&lt;br /&gt;85. Fallen for a friend? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN :&lt;br /&gt;86. Yourself: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;87. Miracles: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;88. Love at first sight: Yes.^^&lt;br /&gt;89. Heaven: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;90. Santa Claus: ...not sure.&lt;br /&gt;91. Kiss on the first date: Yeah. &lt;br /&gt;92. Angels: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY :&lt;br /&gt;94. Had more than 1 girlfriend/boyfriend at a time: No. I'm not a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;95. Did you sing today?: DUH?! That's like a daily routine!&lt;br /&gt;96. Ever cheated on somebody?: No. In relationships.&lt;br /&gt;97. If you could go back in time, how far would you go?: I don't want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;98. If you could pick a day from last year and relive it, what would it be?: Graduation?&lt;br /&gt;99. Are you afraid of falling in love?: Of course. &lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 truths?: Posting it now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE I LINKED IN MY BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another from Lynn's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red rose or white ?&lt;br /&gt;White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt or Pepper?&lt;br /&gt;Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . Pink or blue ?&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 . Hamburgers or hot dogs ?&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 . Music or movie ?&lt;br /&gt;Movies have Music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 . Comedy or horror?&lt;br /&gt;Some parts in a horror film are hilarious. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 . Action or adventure ?&lt;br /&gt;It isn't adventure without action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . Summer or winter ?&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . Sun or stars ?&lt;br /&gt;Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 . Hot or cute ?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 . Walk or run ?&lt;br /&gt;Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Funny or romantic ?&lt;br /&gt;Funny in a romantic way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . Crunchy or creamy peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;Crunchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 . Ring or necklaces ?&lt;br /&gt;Ring. I'm kinda scared of necklaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 . Camping out or slumber party ?&lt;br /&gt;Slumber party! Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 . White or dark chocolate ?&lt;br /&gt;White~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 . Night or day ?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . Blood or guts ?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 . School or work ?&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL! cause I don't have a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 . Surfing or snowboarding ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't do both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . Soft candy or hard ?&lt;br /&gt;Mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 . Phone or email ?&lt;br /&gt;Phone confiscated, too lazy to email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil or pen ?&lt;br /&gt;Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 . Pizza or chicken wing ?&lt;br /&gt;Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 . Dog or cat ?&lt;br /&gt;Penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 . Spiderman or batman ?&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 . Dvd or vhs ?&lt;br /&gt;DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 . Snow or rain ?&lt;br /&gt;Snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 . Prep or punk ?&lt;br /&gt;Prep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 . Water or Milk ?&lt;br /&gt;Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 . Fruits or vegetables ?&lt;br /&gt;Fruits!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 . Friends or family ?&lt;br /&gt;Both. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag :&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE I LINKED. Agian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-4113422549311984823?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4113422549311984823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/quizzes-hackin-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/4113422549311984823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/4113422549311984823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/quizzes-hackin-awesome.html' title='Quizzes. Hackin&apos; awesome.'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-8525427748302537969</id><published>2009-08-14T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:12:00.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thank God It&apos;s Friday'/><title type='text'>BROOKE!</title><content type='html'>YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;BROOKE'S IN MY HOUSE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;*goes to kiss brooke*&lt;br /&gt;She smells like HEAVEN.&lt;br /&gt;Wah.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Except during PC lesson~&lt;br /&gt;Mr Harizan was talking about "Active Listening", and he wanted us to, how do you say, "practice?".&lt;br /&gt;So me and Farah were like, talking and laughing all through the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;So fun.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Mei Xin reminded me of something about Emily yesterday.(or was it today?)&lt;br /&gt;Emily has an older brother called Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;The eldest in the three kids is Edward.&lt;br /&gt;Edward's girlfriend is Bella.&lt;br /&gt;And, NO, Bella's dad isn't Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I got so creeped out about Emily that I really couldn't sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Like, the last time I checked the time before I fell asleep it was 12.30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up again, I checked the time, it was 3.45 a.m. &lt;br /&gt;So I gave up trying to sleep and read a book till 6.00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I slept again for the next 45 mins before my mum "woke" me up.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome?&lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is, I'm not even sleepy now.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I looked at the moon to much that I'm not affected by the time.&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOCTURNAL! &lt;br /&gt;*stares at Brooke while my sister breast feeds her*&lt;br /&gt;HER CHEEKS ARE SO PUFFY!!!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE MAN!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I wanna cuddle Brooke~&lt;br /&gt;Ok, nothing really much to say anymore!&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I forget alot of things because&lt;br /&gt;  he takes up most of the space&lt;br /&gt;       in my memory  &lt;3        -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-8525427748302537969?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8525427748302537969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/brooke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8525427748302537969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8525427748302537969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/brooke.html' title='BROOKE!'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-2119872320949236902</id><published>2009-08-13T20:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:56:37.917+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emily'/><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Crappy, irritating blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I meant, HI!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, don't go thinking that I confessed my eternal love for someone just because of the title.&lt;br /&gt;I finally *thinks* was able to post.&lt;br /&gt;That sentence sounded wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;Today was,um,normal.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a boring person.&lt;br /&gt;I really think that my parents forgot that I was grounded.&lt;br /&gt;Well not really.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not allowed on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;I totally and completely give up on plurk.&lt;br /&gt;Karma going down,down,down.&lt;br /&gt;HEY! &lt;br /&gt;CA2 COMING ALREADY!!! &lt;br /&gt;JUST WANNA WISH ALL OF YOU GOOD LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sorry, just feeling really hyper.&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying back after school during CCA days even though I don't have CCAs.&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday was so weird.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mei Xin were staying back after school and we were wandering aimlessly around the school.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know HOW we ended up in the hall where the floorball boys' team were there.&lt;br /&gt;We were just hanging out there when me and Mei Xin were playing this game.&lt;br /&gt;I think it started when I went to the I-don't-know-what-you-call-it place, and Mei Xin was really scared cause the place was like, deserted.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was feeling really hyper so I decided to scare her by screaming all of a sudden.&lt;br /&gt;And thus, Emily was born.&lt;br /&gt;You see, Emily was killed by a train.&lt;br /&gt;If you go to the train tracks, you can see her sitting there, and she will say,"I'm waiting for my father. *smile* Would you like to sit with me?".&lt;br /&gt;And then you will sit with her and get killed.&lt;br /&gt;She is at the I-don't-know-what-you-call-it place,wearing a wedding gown because she was schooling here and she was suppose to marry a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Emily is 16.&lt;br /&gt;So me and Mei Xin started to pretend to be her and scared each other.&lt;br /&gt;Like, pretending we're being possessed, scream all of a sudden, and then laugh at each others' reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Think it's funny? &lt;br /&gt;We got so scared that we when downstairs cause it was too dark on the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;VERY funny.&lt;br /&gt;Thennsssss.&lt;br /&gt;We sat at the wooden benches and watched the floorball members play Frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;Untill I saw a white patch at the staircase on the second floor and I was debating against Mei XIn if there was really a white patch.&lt;br /&gt;There really was.&lt;br /&gt;And me and Mei Xin saw a shadow in the Science Lab.&lt;br /&gt;So cool.&lt;br /&gt;The one of this guy from floorball told me, well, actually shouted, that this guy liked me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure that the guy who asked for me and Mei Xin's name liked MX.&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!&lt;br /&gt;Wah, ok, I'm going now!&lt;br /&gt;MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU! \m/(&gt;.&lt;\m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My head is screaming,&lt;br /&gt;  "WHO CARES ABOUT HIM?!"&lt;br /&gt; My heart replies,&lt;br /&gt;  "I DO."&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-2119872320949236902?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2119872320949236902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2119872320949236902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2119872320949236902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-7464466258522289789</id><published>2009-08-10T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:36:53.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Billy'/><title type='text'>Happy -belated- birthday Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Yo!&lt;br /&gt;I think my parents forgot I can't go com~&lt;br /&gt;SHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, WHY ARE ALL OF YOU CHANGING YOUR URLs?!&lt;br /&gt;lol, I relinked already!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to this sports thingy in my church today.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna stay there till like, 7pm??&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo, I've got nothing to write.&lt;br /&gt;I've been practically burying my face in my textbooks these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;My forehead has a label in capitalized letters : STUDIED AND STILL IS.&lt;br /&gt;My mom says I'm doing it to make up from watching all that anime and reading all that manga.&lt;br /&gt;LOL?!&lt;br /&gt;Watching "Miss USA" now!&lt;br /&gt;The host is called "Billy".&lt;br /&gt;BILLYBILLYBILLYBILLY.&lt;br /&gt;Me like Billy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So boring now huh?&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo, I'm gonna eat now.&lt;br /&gt;You vwait.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna eat in front of the com.&lt;br /&gt;OH YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK,YUCK,YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;I just found out something.&lt;br /&gt;Ask me in person if you wanna know what.&lt;br /&gt;YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna erase that from my memory.&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a message on the TV: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! Class of 1EC ROCKZ!!&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how the class 1EC in connected to Singapore's birthday, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that girl from Utah isn't Mormon.&lt;br /&gt;Mormons REALLY shouldn't join these kinds of competitions.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe except for American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;HEY! &lt;br /&gt;Did you guys watch the Singapore Idol?&lt;br /&gt;"I'M THE ASIAN AVRIL LAVIGNE!"&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;No your not.&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot Perez Hilton.&lt;br /&gt;Please. &lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When I grow up, I wanna look back&lt;br /&gt; and know I did the [wrong] things 4&lt;br /&gt; ALL the right reasons ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-7464466258522289789?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7464466258522289789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-belated-birthday-singapore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/7464466258522289789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/7464466258522289789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-belated-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy -belated- birthday Singapore!'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-2027913706482845659</id><published>2009-08-08T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:59:37.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grounded'/><title type='text'>Grounded. Big Whoop.</title><content type='html'>Sup.&lt;br /&gt;Seems that I'm not grounded on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be online on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Or, in other words, I'm not allowed to have a life.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, I gotta do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Are u single or attached?&lt;br /&gt;Single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Do you have a person you like?&lt;br /&gt;WELL DUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What is the name of the person that ur'e in love with?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and I would SOOOO tell you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)If the person you love and your mum dropped into the sea, who will u save?&lt;br /&gt;My mom. I'm PRETTY sure my crush can swim. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Have u ever hugged someone before?&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Do you love your parents?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE! WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THIS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Will you hugg the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;If he will allow me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Are you willing to do anything for your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Depends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Are you jealous now?&lt;br /&gt;Sort of..., maybe..., kind of.., yes.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Who is the last person that messaged you?&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Grounded? Phone confiscated~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Who is your clique?&lt;br /&gt;hmm....I think I'm pretty mixed. Not so sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Do you want babies on future?&lt;br /&gt;That sounds wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Do you prefer Macdonald, KFC, Long John Silver, Burger King or Coffee Bean?&lt;br /&gt;My mama's spaghetti. haha, just kidding, urm, Long John silver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Do you snift glue?&lt;br /&gt;WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Again, WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)If your boyfriend/girlfriend is a 2-timer, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Embarrass him in front of the whole school before breaking up with him. Ain't no one messing wid me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Which CCA are you in now?&lt;br /&gt;Photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)If you're rich, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Let my parents handle the money. I'm absolutely hopeless at money managing.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)If the one you're in love with, held your hand, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;(I don't know what's gotten into me, but I keep smiling to myself. I'm going mental.) I'll keep it in place. duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)If the one you love, reject you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Cry my eyes out before moving on. It's HIS loss~ ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)What is your favourite cartoon characters?&lt;br /&gt;Micky Mouse! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Friendship or love?&lt;br /&gt;Woah. good question. both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Cookie monster or elmo?&lt;br /&gt;Barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)Do you use laptop or computer?&lt;br /&gt;Computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Do you like lollipops?&lt;br /&gt;Duh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Do you have a diary?&lt;br /&gt;Way too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)There's an admirer of yours and he wont die heart, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of crappy English is this?! I REFUSE to answer such a horribly structured question!!(trying to not answer the question! haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)If you quarrel with your boyfriend/girlfriend and he/she wants to break, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Ask him to cool down before really asking for a break. Unless he's such a hothead, I would've punched him. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Are you blur?&lt;br /&gt;I have my moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)If you can have your hair dyed, what colour do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I dun wanna colour my hair. My hair is damage enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)Who is the last person you chatted in your msn?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember. Before I was grounded....OH! During CCA, when I was chatting wid Mei Xin even though we were sitting a few seats away. Yeah, we're cool that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)How many boys/girls have you beaten before?&lt;br /&gt;Beaten in?? Beaten UP??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)If your boyfriend/girlfriend don't love you anymore, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Break up. What's the point if he doesn't love me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34)What school are you in?&lt;br /&gt;CANBERRA SECONDARY!!&lt;---the world won't rock without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35)Tag 10 besties or friends to do this quiz :&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin&lt;br /&gt;Sharmain&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else who wants to.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with that.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get a life soon.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmaigawd, I sound so sad.&lt;br /&gt;There is seriously something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;I've been waking up in the middle of the night, looking out the window to see the moon so bright.&lt;br /&gt;THAT RHYMES!&lt;br /&gt;But seriously though.&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of like a routine already.&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed, wake up after a while, look at the pale yellow moon, and back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;It's been happening for the past 5 nights.&lt;br /&gt;I need a psychologist, pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, I WONT be posting tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe on Monday though.&lt;br /&gt;Rush to the Cosmix after school before sprinting back home.&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeness. &lt;br /&gt;I bet no one is actually reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe except for Mei Xin.&lt;br /&gt;Hi Mei Xin!&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;I am amazingly lame.&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Why do we hurt the people&lt;br /&gt; who love us,&lt;br /&gt; and love the&lt;br /&gt; people that hurt us?-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-2027913706482845659?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2027913706482845659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/grounded-big-whoop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2027913706482845659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2027913706482845659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/grounded-big-whoop.html' title='Grounded. Big Whoop.'/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-6852164457704408108</id><published>2009-08-05T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T16:06:25.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy belated birthday MEI XIN'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Supsup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Suppose to be having CCA now, but it was canceled cause too little people today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 7 people attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aigoooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate having my "friend".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm SOOO gonna step down as chairperson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the class is noisy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WITH TEACHERS INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;, you REALLY can't blame the chairman and vice-chairman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can YAP all you want, but I'm NOT listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crappy,irritating teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo.&lt;br /&gt;WAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was reading something in someone's blog when I saw something, and I laughed to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Then Dixon and Mei Xin was like ?!?!?!.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you, I looked like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my face is red.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO WRITE SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY MEI XIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;See, I so sweet ones righttss??&lt;br /&gt;Went to woodlands on her birthday, we were planning to go to that whatever-you-call-it-place(then one where you sing?) but then it was too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;So we(me, Mei Xin and Masturah) went to Sakae Sushi to eat.&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWD I want the jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Might not be back anytime SOON but,&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT come next week.&lt;br /&gt;BAIBAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm 99.9% sure he doesn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;But it's the 0.1% that keeps me going-&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/2657433509549000662-6852164457704408108?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6852164457704408108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/supsup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/6852164457704408108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/6852164457704408108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/supsup.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-3897039762155863877</id><published>2009-08-04T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:56:13.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finally'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo.&lt;br /&gt;In school now, having CCA.&lt;br /&gt;Well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not posting for...&lt;br /&gt;3 days?&lt;br /&gt;Well, something sorta happened and I not suppose to go com at home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably grounded for life.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you see me crying, don't worry, I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;And if you DONT care, dont worry, you dont have to act.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Anyywayy.&lt;br /&gt;My day was, well 'normal'.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can only post when there is CCA.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, my karma's gonna go down.&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin was taking this quiz in facebook, and one of the question was "are you scared of..."&lt;br /&gt;then the options was:&lt;br /&gt;-Scary twins&lt;br /&gt;-clowns&lt;br /&gt;-A pot doll&lt;br /&gt;-creepy man&lt;br /&gt;-babies&lt;br /&gt;annnnddddd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HANNAH MONTANA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ohmaigoodness so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA is suppose to be done now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, it already is.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone kind enough to make space for a run-away kid to live in their home?&lt;br /&gt;I CANT FINISH MY SENTANCES WHEN I SPEAK!!&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Mei Xin about her brunette hair and she wantede to know what colour "brunette" was and I was like, "It's like brown-ish  blond-ish....bru-fas;kldbgal;".&lt;br /&gt;I got tired in the end and mumbled the rest of the words.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh mai.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, then I need to go home and study some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AIGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I really hope I didn't hear Adri say "you make me shake!'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohsmaigawds.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh, I tired already lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hate is easy.&lt;br /&gt;  Love takes courage-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-3897039762155863877?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3897039762155863877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/3897039762155863877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/3897039762155863877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/08/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-7470517533755013571</id><published>2009-07-31T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:17:27.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I told you so'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, blogger's broken, YET AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Man I feel like CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to sleep for just 30 mins, then I ended up sleeping an hour(Genius). &lt;br /&gt;Plus, I was under my blanket even though it was so hot.&lt;br /&gt;Smart.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, schoolschoolschool.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly had the urge to post during PC lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Weird?&lt;br /&gt;Before that was like, MT lesson, and teacher didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;PARTYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, it was all fun and games when Mr I-dunno-how-to-spell-his-name was like, pointing down from his classroom upstairs right at us.&lt;br /&gt;And then then other Chinese teacher came and was like, blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Then that *beep* teacher go and tell on us to Mr. Harizan&lt;br /&gt;I dunno WHO told on us but then SOMEHOW, Mr. Harizan found out that me and Mei Xin were playing outside the class.&lt;br /&gt;Then he called us out and started, um, LECTURING(?) us about being a role model since we are Chairman and Vice Chairman, values and such.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling SO drained out lately.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had that THING yet.&lt;br /&gt;So it CANT be post PMS.&lt;br /&gt;maybe....EARLY PMS?&lt;br /&gt;Where got such thing?!&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, but the, um, WORD "Makachikimaca" is like, stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like the expression that I heard on Night at the Museum when Larry was "talking" to the Huns.&lt;br /&gt;hey, you may never know, it CAN be an expression!&lt;br /&gt;so like, I have nothing else to post.&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;so.....&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be on my way!&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I told you that I realised that you're all I ever wanted, &lt;br /&gt;Would you simply LAUGH &lt;br /&gt;and say,&lt;br /&gt;"I told you so"?-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.&lt;br /&gt;To none other than HER:&lt;br /&gt;Still pissed?&lt;br /&gt;ME TOO!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we actually HAVE something in common!&lt;br /&gt;Except.&lt;br /&gt;Aw.&lt;br /&gt;Look at that.&lt;br /&gt;Your a sad-ass-ugly-little-bitch-who-can't-get-your-hands-off-your-ex while I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks eh?&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, mine does too.&lt;br /&gt;Only, the reason is YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Touch her, I'll hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;HURT her, I'll KILL you.&lt;br /&gt;Neh?&lt;br /&gt;BACK OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-4082106650624938641</id><published>2009-07-30T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T18:24:16.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='September'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Blogger is FIXED!!!&lt;br /&gt;WAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh-kay, lame.&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty crappy.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of things for school.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring my D&amp;amp;T stuff(like, the file, sketch book and textbook. Genius right?), my English Reading Skills and my History Textbook and workbook(Thanks,Martyn!)&lt;br /&gt;I nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly the BEST chairperson~&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly forgot what I'm doing here.&lt;br /&gt;Great, I fell like an old woman.&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE STUDANTS!&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;-TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah, during music class, I really pity Mr. Leong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wait, I'm suppose to keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;Anyyywayyy.&lt;br /&gt;After school I stayed back for a while in the Music room and played the piano for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to leave really early though.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Leong was closing the Music room really early.&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanna change blog skin.&lt;br /&gt;*shouts*&lt;br /&gt;MEI XINNNNNN!!! I NEED CHUUUUU!!!&lt;br /&gt;To help me with the blog skin, you sickos.&lt;br /&gt;Woah.&lt;br /&gt;My computer didn't underline "sickos".&lt;br /&gt;It's in the dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really liking plain things now.&lt;br /&gt;Under the influence of Mei Xin, of course.&lt;br /&gt;GET BACK!&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin's contagious!&lt;br /&gt;About yesterday....&lt;br /&gt;Ask me personally and I MIGHT tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, maybe not! (I'm not even sure what I would tell you)&lt;br /&gt;Aigooo.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you you guys are totally like, ?!?!?.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Finished VK.&lt;br /&gt;One hellofa ending.&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know if I prefer Zero or Kaname.&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, CA2 coming!-heavy sarcasm-&lt;br /&gt;And I'm STILL addicted to anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crapcrapcrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Watevs.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't my family members just mind their own beeswax?!&lt;br /&gt;The com is in the living room, and when one of them walks pass they would all be like, "who's that?" or "Why are you in that website?"=NO PRIVACY.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;Argh, nehhhminds lah.&lt;br /&gt;*mumbles* Irri-tat-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Wahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this blog, and the title was like,"These words have no meaning"&lt;br /&gt;So cool, neh?&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah.&lt;br /&gt;I tried reading Shakespeare today.&lt;br /&gt;Thou,thy,art.....?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Art I suppose to understand thee?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;They say that Macbeth is cursed.&lt;br /&gt;Like, everytime someone acts it out, someone WILL die.&lt;br /&gt;I know I might sound really sadistic, but that's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;I think I just drink water from now on and save up $$$$.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I was reading something, and I smiled, and I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DEFIANTLY  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sure I looked like an idiot smiling to myself at the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;LOL?!&lt;br /&gt;My mom came out and threw something at me.&lt;br /&gt;And when I looked at what it was, it was my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;TAMAGOCHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I loved those things when I was like, 10?&lt;br /&gt;Too bad there's no more battery.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the post in preview, and it's still pretty short.&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just keep pressing the space bar!&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this random person's blog(dunno HOW I got there) and her english SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I didn't understand ANYTHING she was saying!!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Iwanna try something: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So cools.&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how a hot spring feels like?&lt;br /&gt;Cause in like, shows that I watch, the people all go,"ahhhhhh".&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, that sounded WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;CHANGING SUBJECT.&lt;br /&gt;I was re-reading the post, and I keep changing subjects really fast.&lt;br /&gt;I was all like, "how did I start talking about that?!".&lt;br /&gt;LOL?!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I say when I'm TALKING.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was eating noodles just now, and I accidentally dropped like and "Forks-full(?)" of noodles and now the table is noodle infested.&lt;br /&gt;*hides the evidence*&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, I think I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Mei, SEPTEMBER.&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!\m/(&gt;.&lt;)\m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;To HER.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the whole wide world loves you?&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be such a sad-ass biatch who blames your damn sad life on my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Just because HE doesn't want you,it doesn't mean you can blame it on her.&lt;br /&gt;What the HELL did she do?!&lt;br /&gt;You said you gave up.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.SURE.&lt;br /&gt;If you gave up, why'd you have to be such a BITCH?&lt;br /&gt;Leave.&lt;br /&gt;Her.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;Mess with her again, you're going through &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/ye-ss-ss-s-blogger-is-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-4207153410260630921</id><published>2009-07-29T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:37:31.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loosening grip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;I was half hoping my blogger would be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;Tough luck.&lt;br /&gt;So, today was...confusing?&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm confused about being confused.&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyywayyy.&lt;br /&gt;Blood,sweat and tears.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much my day.&lt;br /&gt;woah, literally.&lt;br /&gt;Blood cause An Qi fell during P.E.*shiver*&lt;br /&gt;Gawd.&lt;br /&gt;I really HATE the sight of blood.&lt;br /&gt;And wounds.&lt;br /&gt;*shiver*&lt;br /&gt;Sweat, well cause, you know, P.E?&lt;br /&gt;ok, lame.&lt;br /&gt;Tears.&lt;br /&gt;That's a different story that I DON'T plan on telling!&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll tell my day tomorrow kay?&lt;br /&gt;I hafta go now.&lt;br /&gt;Momzilla's wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-4207153410260630921?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4207153410260630921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/4207153410260630921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/4207153410260630921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-1997357863964247659</id><published>2009-07-28T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:01:37.850+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colours'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;LL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We're suppose to be having CCA now, but as usual, we're not doing anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that it's a bad thing!&lt;br /&gt;lol, I think this post would be like, super short, cause I think we'll be starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gregory's house with Mei Xin and Richie!&lt;br /&gt;His is house is really BIG.&lt;br /&gt;And windy.&lt;br /&gt;LOL?!&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin kept on wanting to take photos with the mirrors in the house!&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you know what's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;INDIRECT KISSING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAW&lt;/span&gt; it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna take a guess on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;*laugh evily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ok, enough of that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how HOT it is in Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;OMG. so freakin' hot!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyohhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Ohs, please mind all the colours!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school and I miss all the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;LO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;UR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go now!&lt;br /&gt;PEACE YA'LL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-1997357863964247659?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1997357863964247659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-ll-o-were-suppose-to-be-having-cca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/1997357863964247659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/1997357863964247659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-ll-o-were-suppose-to-be-having-cca.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-2339582435750960940</id><published>2009-07-27T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:24:01.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micheal Jackson-RIP'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Using my dad's laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't put colours. =.="&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fun~&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I had the ICT thingy today, and I had NO IDEA what was going on~&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;There's this red spot(RED-DER spot, mind you.) on my tounge.&lt;br /&gt;Really, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;My other family members are watching the Micheal Jackson thingy.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know he wrote all his songs!&lt;br /&gt;His freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly, Micheal Jackson likes Peter Pan.&lt;br /&gt;OK!&lt;br /&gt;Quit getting side-tracked!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to the ICT thingy rightttsss.&lt;br /&gt;Then, me and mei ate in school before she walked me halfway home.&lt;br /&gt;She laughed at my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I went home, I nearly DIED.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't SEE my bedroom FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;When I was standing at the doorway, practically GAPING at my room(sounds like a story)when my mom came in and said,"clean that up".&lt;br /&gt;I COULD SEE THE FLOOR WHEN I LEFT FOR SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, now my sister is home.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see her reaction.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Her reaction so funny!&lt;br /&gt;She was like, WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;LOL, so, That's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;I will/should/might post tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;GET LOST!(lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-2339582435750960940?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2339582435750960940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/using-my-dads-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2339582435750960940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2339582435750960940'/><link rel='alternate' 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colours. =.="&lt;br /&gt;But the, um, "setting" of post is right.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;My ear suddenly hurts.&lt;br /&gt;ok, REALLY now.&lt;br /&gt;ouch.ouch.ouch.ouch.ouch.ouch.ouch.ouch.ouch.ouch.ouch.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, "ouch" sounds like a weird word.&lt;br /&gt;Say "big fish,big fish, cardboard box" five times really fast.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you tried.&lt;br /&gt;I'm using the moi tv family crap but everyday, we get to pick a movie out of ten for free.&lt;br /&gt;We watched the Taiwanese movie "Secret"(Total recommendation)and "Daddy day Care".&lt;br /&gt;That movie was HILARIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;My mom said, "YOU ARE STUCK IN THE HOUSE FOREVER!".&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Wait till Monday mom.&lt;br /&gt;I KINDA want to learn the piece "secret".&lt;br /&gt;Seems REALLY nice.&lt;br /&gt;YOUTUBE WE GOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay, lame.&lt;br /&gt;BAKA!&lt;br /&gt;Dumb computer suddenly closed my other websites.&lt;br /&gt;Aigoooo.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm suppose to make this post extra long,neh?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, why do people even blog?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously,are people REALLY gonna bother what you did today, or if THAT GUY talked to you, and how your little sister told on you?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have absolutely no idea what I'm writing now.&lt;br /&gt;OHS.&lt;br /&gt;I was doing this thing on facebook, and the question was like,"If you had form a team to save the world who would be in it?"&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote"&lt;br /&gt;1)Heavenly Father-cause,well,DUH, his like, totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;2)Chuck Norris-Do you REALLY need to ask why?&lt;br /&gt;3)Fred and Gorge Weasley-Cause, well, I like them.&lt;br /&gt;4)The Justice League-They're AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;5)The Joker-So he can freak out all the villains.(even though he's a villain.)&lt;br /&gt;I would totally rule the world if they were in my team.&lt;br /&gt;DANG! &lt;br /&gt;I forgot to put Edward Cullen!&lt;br /&gt;Argh, nehhhmind.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes suddenly hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO GO TO THE LIBRARY OR I'M GONNA SERIOUSLY HURT SOMEONE!&lt;br /&gt;Oops. &lt;br /&gt;I forgot about this.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I tried looking for a good photo of me to put on plurk, but, I guess I'm not a "oh-I-look-good-let-me-take-a-photo-of-myself" kind of girl.&lt;br /&gt;Che.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;At least Kim bum's still my photo!&lt;br /&gt;YESH.&lt;br /&gt;lol~&lt;br /&gt;Is this long enough?!&lt;br /&gt;I think I don't have the "power of wanting to blog" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Do you call your Father "Dad" or "papa"?&lt;br /&gt;I really need to update my MSN.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to always get side-tracked!&lt;br /&gt;Is multipurposful a word?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently not, since my com underlined it with red.&lt;br /&gt;I burped.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;BIG FISH, BIG FISH, CARDBOARD BOX x5.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;My mom is watching TV, but she's like, falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;And my dad's sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;VOOT.&lt;br /&gt;Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone think that clowns are retarded?&lt;br /&gt;*NO OFFENSE TO ALL THE CLOWNS IN THE WORLD. EXCEPT FOR JOKER*&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone put a "szxc" at the end of their sentences?&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin says because it's cool and girly.&lt;br /&gt;I just think it makes it harder to read~&lt;br /&gt;What in the world are my parents watching?!&lt;br /&gt;It's a weird movie or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;They changed the channel to sports stacking!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;My mom complained about our life being boring.&lt;br /&gt;LOL?!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I REALLY need to go to the library now.&lt;br /&gt;*goes to persuade Dad*&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-6591051200148603624?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6591051200148603624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-8831201884082496916</id><published>2009-07-24T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:56:02.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I misshhh youu.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blogger's still broken.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;So it's FRIDAYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go fishing.&lt;br /&gt;ok, lame.&lt;br /&gt;I think all this fishing with my dad is like, LESSENING my phobia of sea creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Except for sharks.&lt;br /&gt;I effin hate does thinks!&lt;br /&gt;If u ask me to stand next to an aquarium with a baby shark for a million dollars I'd rather look at the face of death and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE Sharks.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I saw this question in facebook, "Are you comfortable naked"?&lt;br /&gt;WHO WANTS TO KNOW?!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I was writing this.&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to learn piano again.&lt;br /&gt;I suck at it now~&lt;br /&gt;WHY OH WHY DID I STOP PLAYING?!&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I have a mosquito bite on my chin.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts mannn.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA SEE BROOKE!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, I'm reading a Gossip Girl book.&lt;br /&gt;so damn bitchy!&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to a music school.&lt;br /&gt;It seems fun.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, wait, sorry I got side-tracked, umm, what was I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Gossip Girl.&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed it during the "book gig" thingy in the Cosmix after school with Aqasyha , Haziq and Rachelle.&lt;br /&gt;cough,cough.&lt;br /&gt;So like, everytime the English teacher saw us, she was like,"can you please sit in the front?" and before we could reply, she goes on and on about how she wants to fill up the front row.&lt;br /&gt;So everytime we saw the teacher, we ran away.&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Spastic.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite word.&lt;br /&gt;Can you love someone until you turn violent?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it was so hard to go on the com and talk on the phone at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;My mum said I looked like a secretary.&lt;br /&gt;LOL(?)&lt;br /&gt;I wish blogger would just hurry up and fix up!&lt;br /&gt;I need COLOURS!&lt;br /&gt;Golly.&lt;br /&gt;All of you NEED to watch this Taiwanese Drama called,"Secret"!!!&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY!!&lt;br /&gt;It's damn awesome!&lt;br /&gt;And so sad in the middle...&lt;br /&gt;Really!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh-kay, I think I've written enough!&lt;br /&gt;CIAO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-8831201884082496916?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8831201884082496916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/bloggers-still-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8831201884082496916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8831201884082496916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/bloggers-still-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-6542532777367863866</id><published>2009-07-23T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:25:17.745+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OHH MICKY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STU-You know what, I'm not even gonna BOTHER saying how much I hate the com in my house.&lt;br /&gt;School went on as pernormal.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not THAT normal, but that's what happens when I'M not normal.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't get myself.&lt;br /&gt;Annyyyywayyyy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going fishing with my dad later~!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna wait til the cross-country runners go home~&lt;br /&gt;Very pai seh lahhh~&lt;br /&gt;ok, that whole sentence was full of singlish.&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;I finally linked people~!!!&lt;br /&gt;(like you guys should really care~)&lt;br /&gt;I'M TOTALLY OBSESSED WITH THE SONG "Hidamari no Uta"~!!!&lt;br /&gt;Learned it during music lesson~&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna borrow it from Mr Leong, but I ended up playing the piano instead.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;ODD OR EVEN?!&lt;br /&gt;ok, so DAMN lame.&lt;br /&gt;ok, I think this is long enough to be called a post.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE. \m/(&gt;.&lt;)\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-6542532777367863866?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6542532777367863866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/stu-you-know-what-im-not-even-gonna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/6542532777367863866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/6542532777367863866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/stu-you-know-what-im-not-even-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-2853095109457377196</id><published>2009-07-22T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:44:51.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN CRAPPY COMPUTER.&lt;div&gt;I've tried using Mozilla, Internet Explorer, and even Safari!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the DAMN blogger seems to really hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aigooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll just post in school lahh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL today so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school went to McDonalds with Mei Xin Sharmain and Hazel~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YESH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thens we saw quite a few of ex-sembawang-rians like De Jian and Adrian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh when I De Jian sio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also dunno why~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY WON'T MOMZILLA ALLOW ME TO CHAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE A L-I-F-E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAN'T BEAR TO SEE YOUR DAUGHTER HAPPY?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHEESH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pish me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SORRY MEI XIN AND ISKAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, anyway, back to McDonalds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw this guy who looked like a Korean and Mei Xin laughed at the way the guy ate~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The poor guy looked like he was having a hard time eating his burger(?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS MORE THAN PASSION'T'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thens I walk to school with Sharmain and Mei Xin(Hazel went home earlier)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and on the way back to school, we were playing this game where we tried not to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So funnay lahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when we went to school, we talked for a while before we went on the com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN AFTER A WHILE WE HAD CCA EVEN IF THEY SAID IT WAS CANCELLED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that just AWESOME? =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had no idea what we were doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt sooooo ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thens horrrrrrrr(STOP ADRIELLE! You sound so Singlish!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after CCA me and Mei Xin(Sharmain went home) we stayed to slack for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE DID YOGAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lol, ok, that sounded weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you guys were like, WTH?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'll stop now~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SAYONARA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE, WHEN I FLUSH THE TOILET, I THINK OF YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-2853095109457377196?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2853095109457377196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-crappy-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2853095109457377196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2853095109457377196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/damn-crappy-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-899864587450510704</id><published>2009-07-22T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:43:55.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;os&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;The computer in school can work!&lt;br /&gt;The blogger in my house sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we were suppose to have CCA today but it was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;I forgot I was in school then I wanted to pull the keyboard~&lt;br /&gt;TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;I have to go CCA.&lt;br /&gt;Crap!&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT CANCELED?!&lt;br /&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/2657433509549000662-899864587450510704?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/899864587450510704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-ll-os-good-computer-in-school-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/899864587450510704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/899864587450510704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/he-ll-os-good-computer-in-school-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-85047891730076770</id><published>2009-07-20T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:42:45.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FISH'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I'm writing it write.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid blogger!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyyyy, HELLOS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoh.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even put colours on the words!&lt;br /&gt;Aigooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;My family likes to use the word "rubbish" nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Soooo,MEI XIN GOT HER EARS PIERCED!!&lt;br /&gt;So brave,so brave.&lt;br /&gt;MY FEET HURTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went fishing with may dad, and I was bare footed all day and now my feet hurts.&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a genius for going barefooted.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's like, killing the fishes now, and when I went into the kitchen, I saw the "alive" fishes and when I saw them, I PROMISE they are saying "Don't eat me Adrielle!! We LOVE YOU!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;*shouts*&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY FISHES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;ok, gonna link you other people tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy now(LAZY ASS!)&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I'm not good at multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;I was(and still am) chatting with Nikki when Iskandar came online.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all got invited to one convo, then I had to chat with them separately and blablabla~&lt;br /&gt;And then I forgot I was plurking and I think I forgot to eat too.&lt;br /&gt;Did I eat yet?&lt;br /&gt;Nevaminddd.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I'm REALLY confused now.&lt;br /&gt;My bro is like totally in love with the girl korean group called 2NE1.&lt;br /&gt;he says cause they're COOL.&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you know Sandara Park?&lt;br /&gt;She was like REALLY famous in the Philippines, and then she left, and now she's in 2NE1~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so cool right.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I'll go now~&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR CCA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WAKAKAKAKAKAKAKAKA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, bye~!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-85047891730076770?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/85047891730076770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-sure-if-im-writing-it-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/85047891730076770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/85047891730076770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-not-sure-if-im-writing-it-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-8687816058718553435</id><published>2009-07-18T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:40:37.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I misshhh youu.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SmGKVS8isPI/AAAAAAAAABY/R22Y13-9Kko/s1600-h/DSC02343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SmGKVS8isPI/AAAAAAAAABY/R22Y13-9Kko/s320/DSC02343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359717130015256818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I FOUND THIS IN MY FRIEND'S BLOG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know it look so cool~&lt;br /&gt;haha, ok bai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-8687816058718553435?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8687816058718553435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-this-in-my-friends-blog-i-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8687816058718553435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/8687816058718553435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-found-this-in-my-friends-blog-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SmGKVS8isPI/AAAAAAAAABY/R22Y13-9Kko/s72-c/DSC02343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-1316791675296502584</id><published>2009-07-18T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:42:10.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My milk toof'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Haroo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akdfjqoehnqobfnqeotnhqoetnmaldnkoqietnjlakdnoqinh;lektn.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE, ENTERTAIN ME!&lt;br /&gt;ok, lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;http://mymilktoof.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This web is sooooooo cute~~~&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWDS.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Deja Vu by SS501, AND THEY'RE SO &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAWT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyoohhhsss, really eh, so effin hot man!!!&lt;br /&gt;*looks at Kim Bums photos*&lt;br /&gt;Must stay loyal to Kim Bum!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go to my sister's place later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I WANNA SEE BROOKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen her since...3-4 weeks??&lt;br /&gt;COME ON!&lt;br /&gt;She's my niece for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;I think my parents are gonna cut my allowance.&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING BANKRUPT!&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOOOO tired of Momzilla's nagging.&lt;br /&gt;I promise you,she going to eat me one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;Moster-MeiXin  Alien-Adrielle&lt;br /&gt;Seesss, our gan's name start wid the first letter of our name!!!&lt;br /&gt;What to post, what to post.&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one in this entire planet that doesn't GET the Jonas Brothers?&lt;br /&gt;*Sings in parody of Joe Jonas's voice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAUSE I'M BURNIN' UP, BURNIN' UP YOUUUUU BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Nsync or Backstreet boys??&lt;br /&gt;THOSE WERE THE CLASSICS PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, I sound like a old woman.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to make this post extra long again cause I can't post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Is it long enough yet?!&lt;br /&gt;I think NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should REALLY stop the lameness.&lt;br /&gt;WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;usually, my com would underline the words which are not in the dictionary, but when I typed the word "lameness" It didn't underline it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"LAMENESS" IS A WORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go check that out in the dictionary later~&lt;br /&gt;I want vintage camaras.&lt;br /&gt;Those, REALLY BIG ones?&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THOSE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;OH.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention yesterday, me and Mei Xin were waiting for this group of people to finish up from their neoprints when the BIG guy in front of me turned, and when I saw his eyes, I was like, OHMAIGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know it was contacts, but, it was so SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch "Are you smarter than a 5th grader".&lt;br /&gt;I saw the comercial and I was like, LOOKS FUN!&lt;br /&gt;OK, lame.&lt;br /&gt;I've only been to the com for a while, and my eyes already hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT BIRD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any of you knows who/what that is~(except for Mei Xin lah)&lt;br /&gt;*Sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Young man,...blablabla....blablabla..... Y-M-C-A!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, lameNESS alert.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna look for RonxHermione and GaEulxYiJung fanfics!!&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fabio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that REALLY a name?&lt;br /&gt;Momzilla told me to stop chatting.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't crack me up mom.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;I bet she didn't have friends when she was young, now she's torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;Evil witch of a mother.&lt;br /&gt;*slaps myself*&lt;br /&gt;ok, can't say that about my mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;SHUTTUP ADRIELLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY wanna watch Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Sirius.(Harry's Godfather)&lt;br /&gt;OK LAME!&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR CCA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I also dunno why~&lt;br /&gt;Aigooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I should go now!&lt;br /&gt;I'll post on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;SAIYONARA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-1316791675296502584?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1316791675296502584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/haroo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/1316791675296502584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/1316791675296502584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/haroo.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-2574281660796137451</id><published>2009-07-17T20:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:41:51.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawt Birrd'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;YYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;YYY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back home from woodlands wid MeiXinnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;SO FUN!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I hate to admit it, but I'm a noob at A LOT of things.&lt;br /&gt;Neoprints,arcades, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone believe that I've never been to an arcade since today?&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! see? I sound like a noob.&lt;br /&gt;LAWLSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;In the arcade, we went to this roller coaster thing-of-a-gig, and I was screaming my head off!&lt;br /&gt;And MeiXin was laughing AT me everytime I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;She laugh very MAN!!(but then cutes lahs)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we were suppose to watch Harry Potter, but then it was sold out~(what a mystery.)&lt;br /&gt;So we just walked around and ate alot~&lt;br /&gt;Ohs, and Mei Xin was "seeing" things~(WHAT U THINK! Ghost ahhh?!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh then, Mei Xin want me to act retarded.&lt;br /&gt;SHE LAUGH LIKE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(No offense to the retarded kids!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we took neoprintss, I bought Kim Bum photos, she bought Lee Min Ho(LOL sound like she bought the real Lee Min Ho)&lt;br /&gt;Is it Philippino or Filipino?&lt;br /&gt;lol, I was chatting with Iskandar, and he asked me a cartain question, and I was wondering if I was right.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, random.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY!!! CCA NEXT WEEK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hot bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mei, you should know what this is!&lt;br /&gt;*thinks what else happened today*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and before I met up with Mei Xin in her house, I had to hurry up, so I think I put soap in my hair instead of shampoo~&lt;br /&gt;It DOES smell KIND OF soapy.&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;LOL~ nehhhmind lahhhsss.&lt;br /&gt;I shower again anyway~&lt;br /&gt;I very tired leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;AIGOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to remeber what I did today, and while I did, I felt like a old woman. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we had the science thingy, and it was so weird~&lt;br /&gt;oh kays.&lt;br /&gt;My sis need to goes nows.&lt;br /&gt;SOLEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;BAIBAI!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-2574281660796137451?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2574281660796137451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-yyy-yyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2574281660796137451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2574281660796137451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-yyy-yyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-6511970778695853583</id><published>2009-07-16T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:41:07.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MORPHIN TIME'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLOS AGAINS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I'm at home now,so I think I'll post again.&lt;br /&gt;Just for the sake of posting~&lt;br /&gt;Yeshh!! I'm done studying!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OHHSSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;something -lame- popped into my head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;IT'S MORPHIN TIMEE!!!&lt;---Power Rangers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-not that, I-I would know or a-anything. *laugh nervously*&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWDS.&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or do I miss Kokocrunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OKAY ADRIELLE/DIMPLE&lt;/span&gt;(sound like I stole someone's identity!) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;QUIT BEING LAME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about me linking people tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I did it anyway~&lt;br /&gt;BUAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was hitting my brother when his chair suddenly tipped and he &lt;strong&gt;FELL!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;laughs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;I sound so evil.&lt;br /&gt;but hey!&lt;br /&gt;He's the metally-challeged one!&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA PLURK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: Everyone in my Family is normal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-6511970778695853583?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6511970778695853583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/hellos-agains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/6511970778695853583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/6511970778695853583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/hellos-agains.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-3995067276680272209</id><published>2009-07-16T16:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:22:43.092+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I misshhh youu.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YESHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY FINISHED OUR SCIENCE PROJECT!!(and we only started today. I bet it's gonna be crappy, but, we are probably the only ones who did it~)&lt;br /&gt;This com very lag.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID SCHOOL COMPUTER!&lt;br /&gt;I bet Mei Xin VELY(I know I spell like it) VELY HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I have to go home soon.&lt;br /&gt;Momzilla's gonna murder me.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE MERCY, WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;Really eh.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING CAN BRING ME DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, except &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;I saw yousss!!&lt;br /&gt;Not that it matters.&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIEFFINGAWDISAWYOUSSS!!!!!-ahem.&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin hypers nows.&lt;br /&gt;AIGOO.&lt;br /&gt;Actually cute lahhsss.&lt;br /&gt;NOW I REALLY HAVE TO GO HOME NOWS.&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo.&lt;br /&gt;O-kay people, I will link you guys tomorrow k??&lt;br /&gt;I hafta study later~(I told yous, goody-two-shoes)&lt;br /&gt;*scold Maine(Sharmain)*&lt;br /&gt;ORH HORH!!!!! FALLING FOR (more than one) GUYSS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She has a quote for us TODAE!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Laugh till we fall in love"&lt;br /&gt;LAWL~!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWD&lt;br /&gt;I very DAMN PISS WITH BICHES WHO CANT CRASP THE CONSEPT OF GUYS WHO DONT LIKE THEM BUT THEY STILL FLIRT!!!(YOU VERY WELL DAMN KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! SHARMAIN AND I ARE GONNA KILL YOU, YOU GONNA DIE IN OUR HANDS! GRRRR.... damn you ah!!!! )&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Sharmain help me type that!!&lt;br /&gt;FARAH'S LAUGH VERY CUTE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to go home soon.&lt;br /&gt;Ducks and UFOs.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL~!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Mei Xin, Farah and Sharmain, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT!)&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWD.&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming and now the teacher is looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANT TO RAPE ME RIGHT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chi Bayy.&lt;br /&gt;Sharmain's notes :&lt;br /&gt;lilo luv luv stitch, *i know! hahah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO MOI!!&lt;br /&gt;okays, I really gotta go nows!!&lt;br /&gt;I link all of youusss tomorrow!!!&lt;br /&gt;SAIYONARA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-3995067276680272209?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3995067276680272209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeshh-finally-finished-our-science.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/3995067276680272209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/3995067276680272209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeshh-finally-finished-our-science.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-2353516946538032177</id><published>2009-07-15T14:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:40:41.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I misshhh youu.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HALO!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Mei Xin house now blasting music!&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWD Ji Hoo sounds so hot.&lt;br /&gt;I sound so sick. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, solee for not posting yesterday(my damn Karma went down okayss!)~&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have time cause I went to Mei Xin's house(again) till 5.30 and I was forced to 9.00 by Momzilla again. CRAZY WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;Mei Xin is FALLIN' IN LOVE!(with Ji Hoo lahhss!! WHO YOU THINK?!)&lt;br /&gt;But, of course, She still love Jun Pyo~&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Mei Xin teach me how to post~&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA EAT NUGGETS!&lt;br /&gt;*walks to the kitchen with Mei Xin*&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making the nuggets,WE DANCED!!!&lt;br /&gt;BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She have SPECIAL moves. &lt;em&gt;*LAUGHS*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum finally allowed me to watch Harry Potter wid may friends.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WID WHOO??!&lt;br /&gt;My stomach hurts!!&lt;br /&gt;OHMAIGAWD!&lt;br /&gt;I SAW &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; TODAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sings Extreme with Meixin*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMA,CHIBAAYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;=.="&lt;br /&gt;Aigooo, Mei Xin go and post before I end it.&lt;br /&gt;sooo, I wanna eat nuggets. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;BAIBAI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-2353516946538032177?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2353516946538032177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/halo-im-in-mei-xin-house-now-blasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2353516946538032177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/2353516946538032177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/halo-im-in-mei-xin-house-now-blasting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-3547588146625826015</id><published>2009-07-13T14:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:40:32.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pink socks'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In school now with Asri! LOL~ I forced him to use plurk!(MUAHAHAHHAHA-ahem) Anyway...I have no idea what to talk about. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HARRY POTTER IS COMING OUT THIS WEEK!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OHMAIGAWD!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I really need to pee(AGAIN with the too much info!). Aqasyah came and declared his love for me AGAIN. Aigoooooo. How can he be so brave? His GF was here!!!! Annnyywayyy, dON'T WORRY mei xin, kim Boom's not here. The ugly one only.(lol~). Asri is singing along to the song of Taylor Swift-"teardrops on my guitar". HE KNOWS THE LYRICS!! Even I don't know the lyrics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okayyy,enough of Asri. There's quite a number of ppl in the Cosmix. KIM BOOM WALKED PASS!!!!! LOL~!!! Asri wanted to call the teacher Mr Kim Boom!!! ENOUGH OF ASRI!!! Aigooo. Anyyywayy, today was fun...and a LITTLE awkward. Lynn came and told me to link her. OK! Maybe I shouldn't keep telling what is happing like I'm in plurk. LOL. Okay, I REALLY cannot help it now-I HAVE TO PEE!*goes toilet*. okay, I lied. I didn't go toilet~ BUT I REALLY NEED TO GO!! I wanna watch Harry Potter wid Sharmain and Mei Xin!!! Tags mes tos tells mes whens wes cans watchs! There was this random girl beside me who asked me for my facebook. AND,SHE PLAYS POKEMON! Seriously, I LOVE pokemon, but, to play the GAMES at THIS age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;TRY PLURKING OR HOTEL 626&lt;/span&gt;!(even though I don't play it)&lt;br /&gt;lol. So, I gotta leave before 4pm. Aigoo. I don't think I have any homework today. YESHH!!! Eh, Kim Boom flirting. Argh. GO VOMIT LAH YOUS!!!(joke!) Crystal and Fawn came(YAYYY!*ahem*)!! Oh, I forgot to tell you, that my socks are pink. I guess that happens when your DAD does the laundary. lol~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAD + LAUNDARY = PINK SOCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Really though. DON'T ask your Dad to do the washing. Even some of my white shirts are pink! Aigoo. I think I'll go and link ppl now. CAO!!&lt;br /&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/2657433509549000662-3547588146625826015?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3547588146625826015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-school-now-with-asri-lol-i-forced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/3547588146625826015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/3547588146625826015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-school-now-with-asri-lol-i-forced.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-7367680314917004661</id><published>2009-07-11T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T16:21:37.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I misshhh youu.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/Slg1jN-Cg0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/hHe6z2JfGZ0/s1600-h/1595140107.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/Slg1jN-Cg0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/hHe6z2JfGZ0/s320/1595140107.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357090635918771010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         (Lulu Dark-Can see through walls)-ITS WRITTEN BY A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;GUY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is probably the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;biatchy-mysteries-love-triangle-thriller-crappy&lt;/span&gt; book. *thumbs up* I recommend it! Stayed up till like, 2 in the morning to finish the damn book. LOL.  SOOOO....nothing really happened much...(sheesh woman! It's only 3.05pm! What do you expect to happen? Santa Clause to come ringing your doorbell for an advanced Christmas?!). I wrote a few chappies for my story, "My Type". Oh, and when I was studying(Momzilla told me to study before I could use the com. Blech), the wind was like, blowing EVERYTHING away.Seriously. Like my hair was EVERYWHERE(not a pretty sight I might add,) and I NEARLY lost all my worksheets.*phew*. OHH!! And I saw this post on Plurk, that Lady Gaga's surname is Germanotta! What is her race btw? *The song for the parody of "Pokerface" comes out* &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Can't deny,can't deny, that I am really from, outer space!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"-ok, lame. Whatevs, I LURB Lady Gaga anyway~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I finished my Art homework yesterday, and my hands looked...disfigured. It had the most WEIRDEST colour of paints you can imagine. I took a photo of it, but I'm too lazy to post it~(LAZY WOMAN!). Aigooo. My parents are out today, all my Female siblings are at work, and my brother's sick.BORING!!! Mayb- OHMAIGAWD. The phone next to me suddenly rang, and it wasn't helpful that it was a tranformers ringtone. I jump a MILE. Great. Now I have an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;adrenaline rush. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I FEEL LIKE GOING SKYDIVING!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, and you guys just don't know how BORED I am right now. Gosh. *goes to the bathroom to pee* (TOO MUCH INFO MUCH?!) Back. BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! There was this guy downstairs who was BLASTING music, and this random old lady was like ," KEEP THE NOISE DOWN! I'M PRACTICALLY DEAF AND I CAN STILL HEAR THAT BLASTED NOISE!". It must've been that old lady who look Caucasian. She spoke to me once, on the elevator, saying if I liked cats, I could come to her place(AS IF!) and visit her 5 cats. FIVE cats. Like one isn't enough?! So I just nodded and said I"ll think about it.(*thinks* hmmmm, let me think...NO.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Trying to make this post extra long cuz I can't post tomorrow. Going out with the Family,yo. My sis,(Patricia, For all of those who know her,) wants to buy the full set of BOF. Well, she IS loaded(with money, you sickening pervs!). O-Kay, the wind is picking up!...PICKING UP!...there goes my worksheets.*chases after the worksheets*. sheesh. *shouts to the wind* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;STOP I TELLL YOUUU!!!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and all it did was pick up MORE. argh whatevs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; *ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yup. Still sick. I think I affected my bro too. Or maybe my bro affected ME more. SWINE FLUUU!!!-ohmaigawd, I'm so effing lame today. LOL. Looks at the post. Is this long enough?? I wonder if there's gonna be like, awkward things between me and the people involved with what happened last week(Damn that was a mouthful.). Aigoo. *chants* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh dark hole , follower of th&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dark one, swallow me up!!-&lt;/span&gt;I started this post at like, 3.05, now it's like, 3.38. Aigoooo. *looks at MSN*-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.- &lt;/span&gt;BUAHAHAHAH!! this thing keeps cracking me up!!! LOL!! Oh, for all those who has KBS(Korean channel), My brother was watching 2days 1night on the com, and literally fell of the chair from laughing!!! lol!!! But it WAS really funny~ MC Mong(a comedian-slash-DJ) was doing the most DUMBEST dance in the world! oh, (Random moment) I was watching this show where they show all the world records, and there was this guy who could type the fastest, and I was like...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOAH. &lt;/span&gt;If I typed THAT fast it would've looked like:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mwfgBklafasgfKEHGLgfw8645f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Seriously. Oh, and my family sorta got obsessed with the sports stacking show(yeah, a SPORT where you STACK CUPS. Awesome.), just because the fastest stacker was Filipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; WHO REPRESENTED AMERICA.&lt;/span&gt; Doesn't that just ruin the moment for all the Filipinos? Well, not REALLY bu-How in the world did I end up talking about SPORTS STACKING? Anyway, I&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; think I should stop now. I promised my mom I would study more(such a goody-two-shoes) later. Argh. And I bet a whole months allowance that my brother would tell on me if I didn't study. Crap. Now I really have to go and study. How many times did I say "study"? Anyway, I'll post on Monday! Saiyonara!*waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-7367680314917004661?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7367680314917004661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/lulu-dark-can-see-through-walls-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/7367680314917004661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/7367680314917004661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/lulu-dark-can-see-through-walls-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/Slg1jN-Cg0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/hHe6z2JfGZ0/s72-c/1595140107.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-5127854015990321313</id><published>2009-07-10T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:57:06.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlbupPGaowI/AAAAAAAAABI/kCsHUYD0JlI/s1600-h/new-moon-posters-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlbupPGaowI/AAAAAAAAABI/kCsHUYD0JlI/s320/new-moon-posters-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356731198999274242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlbuBmhsO5I/AAAAAAAAABA/dW-pm_ZPUV4/s1600-h/harry_potter_prince_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlbuBmhsO5I/AAAAAAAAABA/dW-pm_ZPUV4/s320/harry_potter_prince_poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356730518092921746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; OHMAIGAWD!! NEW MOON AND HARRY POTTER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok. So...just started to blog. This is weird. *shouts* MEII!! I CAN'T DO THIS!! IT'S TOO WEIRD!!!. ok. I'm done sulking. Aaaannnyyway, Erm, so..what exactly do you DO when blogging? write about your day? urm. Isn't that like...STAKING? I absolutly CANNOT be doing this. *sigh*. Ok so um... *scratches head* um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OHS!!! i REALLY want to watch New Moon and Harry Potter!(such a late respond) I THINK(only thinking ppl!) that i might watch it with Sharmain. I THINK ONLY AHH!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;*ACHOOOOOOOO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think i gotta get out of the rain sooner or later. Running in the rain for two days straight is NOT the brightest idea. Ok, random thoughts running in my head! =.=" You know, sometimes i wish i was a boy. Cause, Boys DON'T have cat fights, boys DON'T have to pretend that the person right in front of you is OBVIOUSLY gossiping, and boys DON'T have to worry about those damn retarded MOOD SWINGS! see what I mean?? Whoops. I hafta finish up before my mom comes into the room and transforms to Momzilla.So yeah,  you should know by now that I got into a fight with one of my friends(won't say who!), and I THINK(i should really stop thinking) I'm NOT forgiven yet. *whispers* If you know who I'm talking about, SHE'S SCARY!. haha~.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; EVERYONE READING THIS HAVE TO JOIN PLURK!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah. You GOTTA plurk ppl! It's sorta like Twitter, but I can't seem to figure out how to use twitter, so I Plurk!...ok...the magical charm of wanting to blog is vanishing. LOL~ I think I'm starting NOT to like HIM anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;OK, CHANGING SUBJECT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL! soo...rating the day today, i'd say about... 1/5? HORRID DAY, I TELL YOOUUU. You do NOT want to know what happened AFTER school(execpt for the running in the rain part^--^). lol~ ok, i NEED to study now. *blech* BAIBAI!&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/2657433509549000662-5127854015990321313?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5127854015990321313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohmaigawd-new-moon-and-harry-potter-ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/5127854015990321313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/5127854015990321313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohmaigawd-new-moon-and-harry-potter-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlbupPGaowI/AAAAAAAAABI/kCsHUYD0JlI/s72-c/new-moon-posters-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2657433509549000662.post-3282970627911760241</id><published>2009-07-09T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:05:45.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meixin here, :D&lt;br /&gt;Helped Adrielle to create her blog!&lt;br /&gt;Her blog name kinda stupid, if she wanna change, i will help la.&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I go find blogskins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2657433509549000662-3282970627911760241?l=a-personallovestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3282970627911760241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/meixin-here-d-helped-adrielle-to-create.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/3282970627911760241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2657433509549000662/posts/default/3282970627911760241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-personallovestory.blogspot.com/2009/07/meixin-here-d-helped-adrielle-to-create.html' title=''/><author><name>Dimple.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11443804334554762665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nC2fxttQhEA/SlXfdjSYJ8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/j2N0eflwtmU/S220/DSC_0664-edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
