<?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-21963418</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:10:02.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;this is how you remind me</title><subtitle type='html'>Tia 2006-2009</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-5343906818536856995</id><published>2009-04-01T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:33:22.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01042009</title><content type='html'>OMG THIS IS FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE! I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES RIGHT NOW! I HAVEN'T WROTE IN THIS DAMN THING FOR 4SRSZ AGESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS AND THIS BRINGS SHOOOOO MUCH MEMORIES, UNNECESSARY ONES HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BUT THIS HAS BEEN FUN HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TOOOOOOODLES BETCHES&amp;FUCKERS&amp;FUCKEES&amp;PEDOS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-5343906818536856995?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/5343906818536856995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=5343906818536856995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/5343906818536856995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/5343906818536856995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2009/04/01042009.html' title='01042009'/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116988825845924007</id><published>2007-01-27T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:57:38.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(: &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna stop blogging already.coz it brings back too much memories,and i dont wanna leave even more here.haha,okay.GOODBYE BLOG,TOODLES(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;we'll move on,and take on the world,just you and me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116988825845924007?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116988825845924007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116988825845924007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116988825845924007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116988825845924007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-im-gonna-stop-blogging-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116833842459195123</id><published>2007-01-09T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:27:04.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;school has been alright these few days.but its been really tiring at the same time.you see,the fucking lockers wont be assigned till tomorrow): sooooo,i've been carrying like major above major thick books from home to school and back again.i felt so fucking irritated alright!zomg,other than that,it was all okay.&lt;br /&gt;so other than school,i've been having these stuff on my mind,that buggens me,MAJOR!between confusion,and a something greater than jealousy.ohh fuck it,i dont know what to say.as i've said,confession made,and i dont regret it at all(: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello love,you're to die for.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uhh,i'm going insane!i feel like yanking my hair out,and i'd have to bare with the thrubbing pain.ZOMG,i so dont need this now,especially not this year.thats a straight NO.jeez,somebody please,get me out of this.and i have another that bothers me.WHY ISNT THE RED JUMPSUIT CD OUT YET?WHYYYYYYYYYYYY?i want it so bad.the fuck yes,i want it!i'd do anything okay.they're just the ultra bang laaaaa(: i loveeeeeeeee!i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;with me &amp;you,its not goodbye,save the dance for another life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116833842459195123?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116790239753575093</id><published>2007-01-04T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T17:19:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;first day of school yesterday.i felt so buggened alright.elaine was in charge of the sec one orientation): so no gossiping with her for 3days.i'm trying so hard to survive!haha,so okay.it isnt that bad,but i miss that idiot!uhhh,okay.i've been feeling sad and stuff these days.i'm trying not too(: coz it's not gonna change anything/make anything happen right?soooooo,that's my resolution!i was talking to roland today.yes its true,i always put myself in these situation and then when i get upset,its so hard to get out of it.it already feels hard,so what the difference?oh man.but hopefully i dont do anything stupid this year): fuck man!ahhhh,jeez.its not even ending of january yet,and i'm already thinking so much.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;so stick around,give me one more kiss&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116790239753575093?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116790239753575093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116790239753575093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116790239753575093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116790239753575093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-first-day-of-school-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116764702605572065</id><published>2007-01-01T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T18:23:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;zomg,i cant belive it.it new year(: haha,yay!i've got so much on my mind,that i could actually lose it right now.uhh,i feel so so depressed.and new year resolution,no more crying.uh huh.soooooo,it must be doneeee(: oh well,spent new year weekend at Orchard Hotel.the countdown dancing was awesomeeee(: the songs were wooperdeedooodah!haha.had a hangover.zomg laaaaa.alright.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;when i see your smile,tears run down my face i cant replace&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116764702605572065?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116764702605572065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116764702605572065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116764702605572065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116764702605572065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-zomgi-cant-belive-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116732327529932798</id><published>2006-12-28T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:27:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;okay like finally i can get through the freaking internet connection.that stupid taiwan earthquake totally shooke my whole connection.uhh,i felt so so buggened alright!zomg.so okay.christams season's been great,uh huh.first of all,everything/anything that's happening between hunn and i,is totally UNOFFICIAL.yes,i'm insane,so be it.i dont have,even the slightest clue whats going through my,dying majorly puny brain.sometimes,i'd just scream at myself and go fuck it,i dont fucking care.then i'll cry,then i'll think about it again.so i'm not going to go fucking it anymore.uhh,honestly i care,coz at the end of the day,i'm gonna look like some fucking mean asshole in the book of history.so what if,the confession was made,from the both of us,and i did screw up whatever i had with hunn.i guess rockstar was worth it.i know i wont screw it up this time.coz i dont plan to.its too fucking confusing.i'm waiting for my fucking funeral,God forbids.uhh,i've had enough of people making me tear.soooooooo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new year resolutions: &lt;br /&gt;dont screw up things with rockstar,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont screw up things with the family,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pass 5 subjects during assesments,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do good for N levels,and move to sec 5,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a good girl,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more tears in 2007. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh,all must be accomplished.okay,so brother,tina and i watched night at the museum.AWESOME(: okay,i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;i miss the happiness,i miss the tears&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116732327529932798?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116732327529932798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116732327529932798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116732327529932798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116732327529932798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-okay-like-finally-i-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116675795800324156</id><published>2006-12-22T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T16:55:34.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;so christmas is coming.yay!i'm happy and kinda sad at the same time though.uhh goodness.i dont know whats happening.uh huh,oh well.these few days brother and i have been spending time with godparents.i swear,they're the best(: at least there are people who actually that niceeeeee.haha okay.i wanna change my phone.its damn screwed already.ohh mann.&lt;blockquote&gt;another sad song with nothing to say.&lt;/blockquote&gt;i feel kinda grumpy now.sooooo,ohh ya!you know the shit that i was talking about in the previous post was tina.uh huh.ohh whatever.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;i asked you to stay,but you said there's no way&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116675795800324156?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116675795800324156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116675795800324156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116675795800324156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116675795800324156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-so-christmas-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116633425960980288</id><published>2006-12-17T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:46:29.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;so okay,i've been hooked on to lithium for too freakingggggg long man.and it ends tonight by all american rejects.haha,i melt for these songs(: life's been okay i guess?uh huh.i wanna meet roland and jen soon.coz i've got so much to tell them.so some shit needs to use the com.i'll explain later&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;soon i know i'll wake from this dream&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116633425960980288?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116633425960980288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116633425960980288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116633425960980288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116633425960980288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-so-okayive-been-hooked-on-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116616676749822539</id><published>2006-12-15T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:12:47.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;so okay,i guess everything's out?am i being a dumb ass,yet again?fuck it really.i'm really giving up on myself here.when i think i'm done with trying,i let it out.zomg,okay so maybe i should look at it in a more,positive way?but even before anything,i'm feeling scared already.i'm hoping for NO SLASHING MOMENTS IN 2007.please please,i'm begging already.i'll bend on my knees if i have to.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know that i'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; just some other girl who's dying to have someone to hold her hand.coz honestly,i already am.and i dont wanna let go,but if this chance that i'm given is going to hurt me yet once again.then,i havent any choice have i?&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I can't hold on to me,wonder what's wrong with me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;so maybe i'm half doomed,half lucky.oh man,fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;so mas went back to indonesia already): i miss her.mum's helping me with the housework and cooking and stuff.we feel tired by the end of the day.haha,but its a super fresh cool feeling.coz our cooking is to die for,literally.sooooo,we've watched open season and happy feet and texas chainsaw massacre.niceeeeee.texas chainsaw was so gory alright.but its nice and it was true like once before?zomg.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;prove to me that you're not just some other prince in some fairytale&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116616676749822539?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116616676749822539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116616676749822539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116616676749822539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116616676749822539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-so-okayi-guess-everythings-outam.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116606956432818989</id><published>2006-12-14T11:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:00:05.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;zomg,i just came back.so okay,maybe not JUST,it was like 2 days ago?uh huh.shopping at KL was oh so fun.we went for a one day trip to malacca and made our way down to portuguese settlement.zomg,the place was so so unbelievable alright.okay firstly,almost all of them there are eurasian/portuguese and plus plus,its freakingggggggggg hot alright.i thought i was gonna like burn at any second.uh huh.but it was a really nice experience.so okay,lets talk about shopping.i bought that D&amp;G handbag and shades,and a coach wallet,zomg.i'm so so happy(: mummy bought her burberry handbag and wallet.uh huh.i feel so happy with my handbag alright!i saw countless hot people,and i mean most of them are guys?zomg,my eyes were like going crazy like some jackpot machine.haha,oookay.oh whatever,anyways,i saw the whole season 1-5 of QAF,and i felt so deprived,so i'm gonna watch it again.and no,i didnt get season 5 of course,if my papa sees it,he'll just kill me on the spot.QAF season 5 was begging and screaming,"TIA TIA TIA!JUST BUY THE FUCKING THING.THE WHOLE FUCKING SEASON PLAYS FOR 780 FUCKING MINUTES,AND YOU COULD ACTUALLY SWOON BRIAN FOR THAT LONG!".zomg,yes i know.how can i ever like such a fucking gay show?!haha,because bryan and justin looks so hot together(: i'm gonna go to godmum's house now.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;please forgive me,i cant stop loving you.get going and shoot me if its wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116606956432818989?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116606956432818989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116606956432818989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116606956432818989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116606956432818989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-zomgi-just-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116555755827014995</id><published>2006-12-08T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:01:25.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;so okay,went to clarke quay with parents,brother and grandparents.went for dinner,walked around for awhile.supposed to go for that river taxi thing,but in the end we didnt.instead,we ended up at the haagen dazs parlour.we had like that freeaaaaaakinggg huge chocolate fondue.zomg,and i was having cough?so it kinda had that awesome and irritated sensation.haha.&lt;br /&gt;i feel kinda shity now.oh man.i'm gonna miss people now.i'm gonna leave singapore tomorrow morning,and i meant morning as in 5 plus?zomg,yes i know i'm sick.but shopping and having a banging holiday with my family is the major biggie.haha,okay i heard the song Dear Mr President by Pink.its so damn niceeeeee,zomg.go Pink,KICK ASS!yay baby!shoppinggggggggggggg.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;i know better,coz you said forever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116555755827014995?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116537988246398646</id><published>2006-12-06T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:38:02.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;so okay,this i must say.i dreamt about CHANNING TATUM yesterday.zomg,and when i woke up,i began crying): i dreamt that he died.i felt so so buggened.i didnt know why.but why the fuck must he die in my dreams!i felt so sad alright): aww,channing's so cute yes?oh man.i felt like dying.how could i ever dream about something like that?humpf.after watching she's the man and again step up with roland,i felt better already.i was majorly buggened.&lt;br /&gt;okay,so i'm down with flu): likw just  before leaving for kl?zomg,if it worsens,my papa's totally gonna go ballistic on me.ahaha,i feel so clueless.like major.zomg,i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;for every piece of me that wants you, another piece backs away&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116537988246398646?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116537988246398646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116537988246398646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116537988246398646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116537988246398646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-so-okaythis-i-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116477556563162362</id><published>2006-11-29T12:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:03:30.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;first of all,elaine and i went to watch step up.ZZZZZZOMG!the lead actor is duke fro m she's the man!and yes,he's kinda hot?haha,the show was so banging yes?its damn romantic alright.i felt my knee went crazy for a moment,haha.alas,i got to see elaine yeo.yesterday was such a happy day.oh and you know i was just wondering how come so many people just vanished from my life,haha alright i sound emo.then i suddenly thought of ezaty.zomg.i didnt know that she went for obm?so okay,i was wondering if these people are still alive,or NOT?haha,i miss them alright!days/weeks/months/years go by and you meet new friends all the time?but sometimes,you look back and you feel that you kinda miss your old friends?uh huh.because when we talk once again someday,we'll be like laughing our asses off about so many things?haha,okay so i'm already kinda laughing.HEH.so alright,its confusing really?uh huh.all the ultimate rockstars?oh man,yes i dont know.wtf,i'm insane?i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;everytime i look at you,i realise what i gotta do&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116477556563162362?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116455502664997534</id><published>2006-11-26T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:40:05.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;my weekends were so banging!okay okay.it was so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so,okay.went out with mum and godmum for ice cream at some deserted place at clementi.but it was damn niceeeee alright!haha.then we just drove around.and then boredom came along): but but!aunt vina was having a barbeque trash party.and and HER PLACE WAS FULL WITH JUNIOR FAIRSIANS.omg.they are taller than me okay!they're like only primary 6?omg,they were really scary and stuff.but they treat me niceeeee!haha,after all.i AM older despite the height right!and omg,do you know how much i just hate barbeques?its such a smelly and hot and crowded event.UHHHHH,horrible yes?haha.and you know my mum,godmum and aunt vina were from fairfield.so they were telling me all their stories.oh goodness.its downright hilarious alrightttttt!omg,i laughed and laughed till i almost pee-d in my underpants.oh and you know fairsians so didnt like convent girls?!like omg.but at the end of the day,convent girls are most hated.uh huh.i'm not talking about all.but well at least half,or majority are self denying slobbery sluts.haha,no offence.but its individual comments yes?okay yes i know.all of you will say then why are you still in a convent?because i love my friends and my uniform and those cant shuddup teachers?uh huh.they're so loved!and plus i only have to bear with given insults for 2 more years?uh huh.so have i answered you?if not,ask me yes?okay, so we move along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so,okay.went for my mum's colleague's house warming lunch at simei.so so many children,omg.the meatballs were DELICIOUSLY STEAMING HOT!haha,then watched street fighter.uh huh.jean claude van damme is so hot.so went to meet godmum again and godpa too.brother wanted to meet them and go for ice cream.oh goodness yes?i felt so miserable.2 scoops of ice creams in a row?omg,thats just so unacceptable yes?but oh well.droved to adam food centre to eat.the satay,TWO THUMBS UP MAN.uh huh.then we made our way down to serene centre for island creamery.the nutella ice cream was so so ooh la la.haha,i saw many many pictures.uh huh.i saw felissa lai's face nicely pasted at that ultra big wall.haha,driving back home was ultra ultra cool.godpa was driving,so brother made him speed like some hot wheels jeep.omg,it was so fun.then he did that left right turn thing.omg,it was hilarious.godmum almost got sick.uh huh.so went home,godparents say my house an SPCA?is it?haha,scruffy was such a good boy(: see my man's the besttttttt.and of course there's another besttttttt,and i miss him): oh man.okay now.no more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so,okay.i did like nothing today.papa cooked,we ate,then i felt so sleepy.like omg,haha.i feel so bored.i wanna go shoppinggggggg.omg,like YAHHHHH.okay.thats it,my uber uber lovely weekend story.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;when they all come crashing down midflight&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116455502664997534?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116455502664997534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116455502664997534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116455502664997534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116455502664997534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-my-weekends-were-so-bangingokay.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116425734666515099</id><published>2006-11-23T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T12:40:46.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;just came back from gift shopping with roland.i bought many things.now i'm so so broke.you know i dreamt of ricky martin yesterday.OMGGGGGGGGG,i think i was about to go KL,then he approached me and asked directions to some hotel.i feel so dreamy now.just say it will happen,and i'll be like the happiest girl like EVER.omg.okay okay.i watched some fan video of QAF with at the beginning audio.i almost cried my eyes out): so so sad alright.i miss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ELAINE YEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.i wanna go to beer box.its been 735479837485 years since i've seen that place.alright im gonna go to the toilet now.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;you're the cutest thing that i ever did see&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116425734666515099?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116425734666515099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116425734666515099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116425734666515099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116425734666515099'/><link 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Single, taken or crushing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;crushing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. Are you happy with your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ummm,yes i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. When you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him/her fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hmmm,maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4. Have you ever been heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hah,i guess not really.or maybe yes.but she was a girl you see.so it doesnt really count yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5. Do you believe that there are some circumstances, where cheating love is acceptable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;maybe,or maybe not.but you'll end up with fucked up situations thats for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6. Would you take someone back even if he/she cheats on you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;depends on what he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7. Have you talked about marriage to someone else before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;8. Do you want children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;oooooh.maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9. How many?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2,a boy and a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10. Would you consider adoption?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hmmm,maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;11. If someone likes you now, what do you think is the best way for him/her to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ask someone to ask him?but you musnt show that that you're close to the someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;12. Do you enjoy getting into relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;if i really love him then well OF COURSE RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;13. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hmmm,love at first sight sounds so typical.maybe crush at first sight first yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;14. Do you believe you can change someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;maybe.but why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;15. If you could get married somewhere, where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PARIS(: or some other places in Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;16. Do you give in easily when fighting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;no.unless you're like someone i really cant afford to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;17. Do you have feelings for anyone now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HAHA,YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;18. Do you ever wish that you could have had someone but you messed it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;yes,once.and that was like so so sad.really it was.i cried like every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;19. Have you ever broken a heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i guess so.someone told me,but i dont believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;20. If one day your best friend falls in love with the guy/girl you are deeply in love with, what will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;give in to my bestfriend i guess?or just stay quiet about it until someone makes the first move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;21. Are you missing anyone right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;UH HUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,so most of them kinda gave me a big nudge on the head.oh well,i'm glad that the person that i was referring to in question 4,11,18,19 is happy.haha,who'd ever thought that one day we'll go separate ways?uh huh.omg,you know kinda just realised that i used to swoon ricky martin like major!and i was like so young then?but he was so hot.ayeeee,he still is!oh well.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;Its a private emotion that fills you tonight,and a silence falls between us,let your private emotion come to me&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116417502615143641?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116417502615143641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116417502615143641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116417502615143641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116417502615143641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-im-damn-sleepy-alrighti-slept-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116410529572639459</id><published>2006-11-21T18:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:18:06.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i grabbed a cab home to fetch my brother,then made my way to clementi.we ate that beef noodle thingy.head back home watched some old movies,then i went home.i wanna watch movie.theres still so many more to watch.happy feet,colic,material girls,the covenant,texas chainsaw massacre.oh man.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;All you have to do is close your eyes,Forget real life and fantasize,Erase bad thoughts start to replace,Create your own amazing place&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116410529572639459?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116410529572639459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116410529572639459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116410529572639459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116410529572639459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-went-to-woodlands-with-roland.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116400951121999861</id><published>2006-11-20T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:21:21.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;watched house of wax.omg,chad is so damn hot in house of wax okay!he's like all anti social,problematic and monotonous.ahhhh,so cool.then watched she's the man and cars.HAHA,and i'm feeling hungry now.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;cigarette butts,ripped photographs,bloody tissues,unwants,empty bottles,stained blades,WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116400951121999861?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116400951121999861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116400951121999861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116400951121999861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116400951121999861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-so-like-trios-were-supposed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k266/retainedeyes18/SUNNYAWE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k266/retainedeyes18/papasunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k266/retainedeyes18/papaprofile-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k266/retainedeyes18/mummyandifishing.jpg" border="0" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k266/retainedeyes18/enrandifishing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116377701012972768?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116377701012972768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116377701012972768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116377701012972768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116377701012972768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-fishing-was-so-damn-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116368060894769559</id><published>2006-11-16T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:24:42.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;so like going fishing with parents and brotherr tomorrow!hah,i dont know how to catch.but it kinda includes tanning too yes?ayeeee,DO ANYONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO GET &lt;u&gt;LEGAL&lt;/u&gt; DOWNLOADS?i dont really mind about the price.i dont wanna get fine): i thought i saw jeffrey just now.he's my kindergarten friend.and he ws damn cute okay.all tann and dimpley and oh-so-cute!but that person i saw was pretty,and maybe it was a bung.HAH,really really!jeffrey is a hardcore pretty boy!we used to bully each other on the school bus,and yes yes!it was damn fun(: and there was this guy fahmi,god knows what has happened to him): i just love to bully him.so like i always pinched his ass in the bus(: he was damn funny too.i suddenly miss kindergarten friends.and primary school ones too!like faiqah,tamlyn and denise and estee): they're all like dont know where.and i miss ms cheng and cikgu aniza too)': oh man,i feel deprived of childhood,HAHAHAHAHA.okay okay,i'm gonna sleep now.i have to wake up at 5.30): i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;coz I'm the one that loves you lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116368060894769559?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116368060894769559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116368060894769559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116368060894769559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116368060894769559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-i-miss-trios-alrightyes-yes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116348549571293578</id><published>2006-11-14T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:27:30.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt; watching lady and the tramp,HAH.then i kinda felt a little blue,but i'm alright now(: so here's some pictures from my brother's grad.and maybe some other random ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 145px; HEIGHT: 146px" height="524" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k266/retainedeyes18/heartofmyeye.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and 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src="http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k266/retainedeyes18/lala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA,THE ENDINGS ARE SO DAMN RANDOM.but they're so loved&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116348549571293578?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116348549571293578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116348549571293578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116348549571293578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116348549571293578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-roland-and-i-are-like-so-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116341340390337527</id><published>2006-11-13T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:31:09.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;so like.life's great these days,at least i'm not slashing or anything anymore(: even at my worst days,i dont.lets see,parents and i have been getting really well.i mean about a 2 years ago,we were so not talking.&amp;i was such a crap,getting into trouble,doing thing that i shouldnt.i mean the last one i still do,but it doesnt really involve my parents you see.so i guess sometimes i do feel rather blue and all,then i'll just cry and grab a stick or 2.then i'll feel better.but you know,i was just wondering,what if one day,things dont feel like its better.oh man,i guess i'm just thinking too much.maybe coz i'm bored.i dont know,really.so i've been refraining myself from doing alot of things.i starve so i can fag,hah.you know QAF's season 1 bloopers are some funny shit okayy.oh man,gale's so cute.he's just a natural clown.like when he does something funny,he doesnt go on giggling and laughing all over the floor.he just grins.HAH,and i find it downrightly adorable(: okay so i'm gonna end this with brian kinney's blooper line.i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;talking about cigars and smoking pussy.HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHHAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116341340390337527?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116341340390337527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116341340390337527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116341340390337527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116341340390337527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-so-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116339977711563555</id><published>2006-11-13T14:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:36:22.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;weekends were banging!my brother's graduation on saturday,saw him singing and dancing,he never looked so cute,like ever.okay so maybe he always looked cute,but jeez,my little rascal's all grown up.and he wore the typical grad attire,oh man.then it strucked me,my brother's going into a primary school next year,then he'll be moving on to secondary school.that's damn fast you know.&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; my sweet sixteen and N's is next year,and O's is the year after next.then i'll be graduating,then the real thing begins.this reeks.okay so what i got to do now is: study,score good for my exams, and HAVE BANGING FUNS(: you know,before you actually realise whats going on,you'll be like having your grad.in pretty dresses and pretty make ups and pretty hair dos.omgggg,i'm going to be on my own in about,ummm,6 years.after my 21st birthday i'll be working and earning money and finally really,REALLY thinking for myself.oh man,okay i should stop thinking and just go with the flow right.yes i should,tralalas.&lt;br /&gt;so the weekends with my family.fun,annoying,hilarious.so we're gonna go fishing this weekend(: YAYYYY!then before we know it,we'll be off for KL for FUN.hah,i called mr rockstar at 0036am.he was swimming and partying with 6 heads.O's are gonna be over for him,the fun of parting and partly worrying about results,HAH.okay so i'm like hungry now.i'm gonna have breakfast then i'll be back i hope,hah.ahhh,i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;when i actually thought that it could happen once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116339977711563555?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116339977711563555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116339977711563555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116339977711563555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116339977711563555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-weekends-were-bangingmy-brothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116313873556181697</id><published>2006-11-10T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:14:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;met roland at 8,omggggg.i really didnt have enough sleep okayy.we watched crossroads,drank a little.i feel damn tired now.i need sleep,really.oh i'm supposed to meet mer and jar tomorrow,i dont want i dont want!i wanna sleeeeeeeep hah,i called mr rockstar yesterday,and like omg.he's damn retarded okay. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh my dad plans to go to KL next month,like yay.shopping non stop!and and and,i wanna do henna!TRALALAS.oh and that stupid tata young's also going to KL on the 11th.i'm so gonna do a banner that says,fuck you thailand slut.HAH,my mummy hates her too.ahhh,i'm outie.TOODLES(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i used think i had the answers to everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116313873556181697?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116313873556181697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116313873556181697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116313873556181697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116313873556181697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-met-roland-at-8omggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116306299217090534</id><published>2006-11-09T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:32:53.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;woke up damn early today,coz granny had an appointment at sgh.with her maid and some moron.td sent us,omgggggg.he talked and talked and talked and talked non stop!it was damn annoying,and that moron was such an annoyant too.i was surrounded by assholes.i bet that td was late for some stuff,HAH.okayy then sgh was some real blur.from basement to main lobby then back again,then had to wait for 1234567890 years,omggggggg.i was really damn blur.and i was dying of waiting and the exteme boredom.i puffed 7 fucking times and luckily the 711 there wasnt strict.i bought the tiny absolut bottle,its damn cute really!the guy at the counter was like i know you're below 18,jeeez mann.i got shocked,but he was damn niceeeee,he said no one was there so he'll sell it to me(: he's gay by th way.those total can tell signs.&lt;br /&gt;after sgh,i dropped granny at her house then made my way to roland's house.puffed,drank a bit,then jen came over.then my ass started to hurt and i seriously needed to get the top from mark and spencer that i saw.its 129 bucks,but i got it already!and i want to get that multi coloured mp3 too,its damn banging.i still need to get so many cds,oh the horror.anyways,went home after i got my top,roland sent me to cck,then he went to meet his sister.no one was at home,so i watched scary movie 1 to 4 and first season of QAF,tralala.&lt;br /&gt;and OH OH OH!hunn's coming back on december(: TRALALAS.i miss him alot): there's so much i have to tell him,like ALOT REALLY.and i called mr rockstar just now,so BANG!he scared for his O's,like who wouldnt be!ohh theres so many people sitting for O's.anyways,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the best to mr rockstar, jafny, dayana, xiuhui,and the rest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;O's really does sound scary,i'm not looking forward to mine):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;decapitation of the human head,nailing clothes to coffin walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116306299217090534?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116306299217090534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116306299217090534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116306299217090534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116306299217090534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-woke-up-damn-early-todaycoz.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116297031184281581</id><published>2006-11-08T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:18:31.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;omgggggg,theres this game virtual laguna beach.its damn cool okay!and my avatar is damn niceeee.HAH,so cool!so my habbo user cant trackback): so damn sad okay!nevermind,i have a new one.TRALALA,i'm so happy.i think strawberry shortcake is so banging!totally not the merchandises,but the cartoon is damn cuteeeee,really(: hah i saw the new video "bones" by the killers and "love like winter" by AFI,omgggggg super banging!trios wanna go catch uber many movies.lets see there's the covenant,flushed away,crank,step up,material girls,saw 3,happy feet and maybe casino royale,HAH it looks cool though.&lt;br /&gt;oh mann,i saw new phones,N95 and nokia 5300.and i saw the sony mp3 player too!the multi coloured ones.so banging!i want the black one,tralalas.okayy,fine enough crapping.i wanna go play now.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;say it.yes,no,now,or never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116297031184281581?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116271865147618980</id><published>2006-11-05T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:10:34.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;trios are going out later!hah,havent decided where.but i wanna stay over at jen's and get crazy again(: then i can laugh my heart out.TRALALA,you know,i think i miss hunn): i know i know!ohh bummer,really.O's are like next week for mr rockstar.and his blessings worked(: hah inside joke.ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;isnt my layout banging?hah i'm in love with ultra BANGING stuff.so far i havent been sad or anything.but QAF really makes me cry,smile and laugh.TRALALA,cant you see that i'm a QAF nut,or rather a brian kinney nut(: ahhhhh,he's so cool.i love season 5(: coz the part that he said,"will you marry me?".and of course justin said no,then yes.HAH,so banging.i wanna go shower now.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i can feel the night beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116271865147618980?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116271865147618980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116271865147618980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116271865147618980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116271865147618980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-trios-are-going-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116271565812213478</id><published>2006-11-05T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:31:01.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116271565812213478?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116271565812213478/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116255041430983875</id><published>2006-11-03T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:08:09.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;so i'm bored,and roland think its a not a-big-a-deal.wtf,whatever.so i'm gonna do this quiz.its so banging(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Honestly, what color is your wallet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umm,black!with blazers(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr rockstar,brian kinney,HUNN&lt;333&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;doing this damn thing,and talking to roland.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Honestly, do you think you are attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hah lets be bold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umm,i scolded my puppy):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Honestly, do you watch disney channel?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;state the obvious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Honestly, are you jealous of someone rightnow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmm,nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Honestly, what makes you happy most of the time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunn,mr rockstar,ronan keating,boyzone,and QAF(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes,especially when i'm anxious.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Honestly, did you call your boyfriend everyday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umm,time out you mean?nope,not really.its costly):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Honestly, have you had an eating disorder?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umm,yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very minute?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Honestly, do you have a deep dark secret??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of course!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Honestly, do you have a friend you don't actually like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm,probably.but she's not a friend,more like acquaintance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Honestly, are you loyal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hah,maybe too loyal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Honestly, are you confused with your feelings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umm yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Honestly, who would you wanna be with right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunn,mr rockstar and at the moment brian kinney(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Honestly, do you like someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obviously,TRALALA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES.my mum,dad,etc.my trios(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Honestly, are u an easy going person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm surprisingly yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIFFERENT EMOTIONS SURVEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Anger Section*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay quiet,cry,swear endlessly,or just watch some hilarious show.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What's the worst thing you've done when you were mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umm,slash my wrists?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohh, yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do you swear when you're mad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;totally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*CRYING SECTION*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. When was the last time you really cried?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesterday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just like yesterday)':&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Do certain songs make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohh major totally!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What usually makes you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahhh,heartbreaking emo songs and QAF)': &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Happy Section*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Are you normally a happy person?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmm,i suppose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What can make you happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunn,mr rockstar,puffing,drinking and QAF!(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Does being with your friends make you happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;totally,especially trios(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just spent 52 minutes on this thing.ohh yes i counted!TRALALA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116255041430983875?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116255041430983875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116255041430983875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116255041430983875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116255041430983875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-so-im-boredand-roland-think-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116253097180278595</id><published>2006-11-03T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:16:11.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;you know,i really need to save $$$.i wanna get so many things.lets see.umm,my chemical romance welcome to the black parade album,and evanescence the open door album.although i didnt really like the welcome to the black parade song,the rest of the songs are nice though.ohh and the evanscence songs are just so banging(: especially lithium!omgggg,they're so rocking.and i wanna get the best of george michael album too!ahhh,so many.i'm a happy girl,really!collected my results,no retaining for me(: i'm fucking happy!some soul made me even more than happy yesterday,like yay yay yay!i dont know whats wrong with me,its not like it hasnt happen in a year right!hah oh well.it has been months since this happened,TRALALA.i'm in heaven,and i feel dreamy.its true when they say sweet november.coz it seems to be the way its said to be,HAH.anyways,thanks for saving me.you'll get repaid soon(: its happened again,the biggest tragedy of my life.it always happens,especially when i'm actually not up for it): fuck it really.i'm such a softie,i trust people too easily.see i'm writing my weaknesses.and i still seem so proud of it.i hope someone would just shoot me or something.ohh yes,i forgot.GUNS ARE ILLEGAL IN SINGAPORE.jeez,they really should legalize them.coz most of all,majority of teenagers &lt;strong&gt;need &lt;/strong&gt;it.so i said need,and not want.i'd love to own one(: oh well,someone please just shoot me,i'd be so thankful&lt;3 till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;at least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116253097180278595?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116253097180278595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116253097180278595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116253097180278595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116253097180278595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-you-knowi-really-need-to-save.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116238272136935703</id><published>2006-11-01T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:05:21.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i called hunn at midnight,hah.i was bored and that's probably the only time i can talk to him.anyways,we talked about his to be,like she can just go fuck herself oookay.she told him that she's only going with him coz their parents are pretty good friends,and she wants to let go of her old life and stuff like she being the ultra screw up slut in high school.like OMGGGGGG.he's upset,i mean which effing person wouldnt be?!he plans to end it,god knows what'll happen when his parents hear this.that effing no face whore can just suck on crazy pete's dick oookay.like why did you even sound so sincere and quite marvellously interested in your emails.LIKE WTHH.he's afraid what'll happen between his effing parents and her bloody effing parents.&amp;that effing total fuckface slut's like sleeping with the whole neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;you know how effing bad that sounds?i mean you made him uber upset,and i'll never let you get away with this sad fuck.AT ALL.ayeeee,its as serious as it sounds coz he was sobbing oookay): fuck you,ALEXIS DAEVENIALL,ohh fuck however you spell it.i hope you fucking read this,coz you're so getting onto IT.rawr,i'm pissed off.i may be acting rather possesive/one sided/over reacting/etc.but whatever,he went all the way from singapore to ireland for this fuckface whore?10 words,especially for alexis daeveniall,you can fuck in hell for all that he care.hevawhorelump,rot in hell(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of that whore.so that was part of halloween for me.HAH,we saw hunn on webcam.&amp;he wore that fake plaited beard.TRALALA,my costume was such a bang.i ultra love it(: so michael and roland clicked well,which was surprising.despite the lacking sense of humour that michael has,hah.jen and michael seems to be a little too comfortable too,omggggg.yesterday was double yay.hunn was looking marvellously marvellous(: so great partayeee yesterday.smokey,drunkey,eerie,omggggg.it was some blazer really.so big deal roland and i got drunk,michael maybe a little,jen went over board.so the 3 of us stayed over at jen's place.it ended at 2,so some luck.i couldnt sleep.&amp;amp;i watched the whole 1st season of QAF.so yeah,it ended sad,so justin was stuck in coma,and brian still in denial that he actually loves justin.well give it up already,everyone knows.TRALALA,i wanna be gay,i love brian kinney&lt;3 HAH,so i just reached home.i miss mr rockstar): all the best you,hope to talk to you soon.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&amp;amp;i could list a million things i love to like about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116238272136935703?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116238272136935703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116238272136935703' 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at 2229 on the 28th,LOVES.ayeeeee,its a nice number!so we talked for 232 minutes.TRALALA.so he talked about his to be.oookay,he's alright(: and i'm feeling a little more than alright myself.so i guess we're both alright,like YAY.oookay so i'm getting over,hah yeah.and my puppy's sick,fuck ahhhhh.so i'm bringing him to the vet today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mr rockstar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s having O's today i think.all the best you(: oookay,i hope i wont start.coz it'll just suck like all over again.hah,i'm watching QAF.TRALALA,i've finally got the whole season.damn you michael,you're so despo ahhhhhh.but they've known each other for a long time,i wouldnt be surprised.halloween's tomorrow,partayeeee at jen's place.i'm gonna dress as morticia(: and jen's gonna be corpse bride!we've shopped for our costumes already,so its so gonna be awesome tomorrow.hunn was supposed to be jack sparrow.so we'll be sseing him on webcam,HAH.lame but we promised that we'll see the ooober lovely costumes on halloween.TRALALA,i'm gonna see hunn(: i cant wait,i'm gonna wear that dress!so,probably getting drunk,smokey room,totally gonna sleep over at jen's place.i wanna go to ST JAMES ACADEMY,for the fun of it.whats with michael,you little prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;lets go far,where no one could ever find us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116219399990365730?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116219399990365730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116219399990365730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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YOUR CALL.SO HERE I GO AGAIN,GOODBYE LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;so hunn's gone)': i sent him off at around midnight.fuck luhhh.jen came with me too.i just had to go over to her place.i'm effing depressed,i'm so not going for camp next week.and i wont be going out these few days.i'm uber sorry elaine): not yet i suppose,so i'll just be at home.he said that he'll ring me when he arrives,so i'm still waiting.ahhhh,god help me.i effing miss him.i've never stayed at jen's house and spend my night at holland without him)': FUCK MANN.why does it take so long for the plain to land!so many people are telling me to relax.which i'm trying to.i mean its a daily basis thing to spend my day at his place and getting his smses when he's only in the kitchen): i dont think i can even step into holland anymore,or lido,or ps,or town.and my effing house)': this is so effing wrong.this isnt supposed to happen,and yet it did.i didnt sleep last night.and i have to get jen absolut.i finished hers,and my cash's all gone.i spent on 3 boxes of puffs.papa,i'm effing sorry)': till the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;;how am i ever going to get rid of these blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116201147328576957?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116185643346804961</id><published>2006-10-26T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:57:07.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello):&lt;br /&gt;today's been the WORST day like ever.i had a really really really bad diarrhea.like some serious fuck ahhhhhh.so i didnt get to watch the performance during assembly.they were dancing to salaam namaste luhhhh!whore ass): and the results were out today!&amp;&amp;amp;&amp; mrs wong was supposed to see my papa!but they told me at the fucking last minute!stupid moronic school,always last minute ahhhh.so now i'm still scared): i dont want to fucking retain,the class says that i wont,but i'm still scared.I DONT WANT TO EFFING RETAIN!I DONT WANT!if i do,WHICH I DONT WANT TO,then there WILL be black parade.i've decided the coffin that i want.i'll seriously just kill myself): eff okayyyyy.first thing in the morning was diarhhea,then results,then worry about retaining,then i brokedown in the toilet when i thought about hunn's departure tomorrow)))))': what will make him NOT leave?i dont know.i'm confused,is there a need to wait.i dont even know when he's coming back!i feel like telling him to come back already.what am i going to do during the holidays?!!i'll be so effing sad luhhhh,i'll just cry my eyes/heart/lungs/brains out.jen kept trying to talk me out &amp;stuff,but i cant get over it.he's leaving tomorrow,he's going to leave me being helpless here,&amp;amp; i've got so much to worry about.we argue about the slightest things that i do.he'll tell me to stop puffing and i'll say no,then the list goes on.my condition's going to get worst.OMGGGGG,dont leave)': i have no mood to go out with anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm staying over at hunn's place tonight,i cant fucking take it.everyone's telling me to relax.IT ISNT EASY,really.4 months arent enough): i feel so blue.my fucking stomach aches yet again.i feel like blood parading.i dont feel like going for that stupid depressing camp.its going to make me more depressed,fuck it ahhhhh.where's roland!you man whore,come and cheer me up)': he's going to say an zua ehh friend.hah.yay,i grinned(: UNDEPRESSED PEOPLE,A LITTLE HELP HERE PLEASEEEEEEE.i'm going to stop complaining now,till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i have with me,heavens divine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116185643346804961?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116185643346804961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;ohh well i got the puppy.so now chaos.one poos then the other,HAH.then by the end of the day i'll be full of shit.hunn's leaving on friday): i'm sending him off to the airport at about 12.fuck ahhhhhh.i'm not gonna talk about it,rawr.i'm stuck to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;come back to me by vanessa hudgens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.its nice luhhhhh.okay you know what,i'm CRAZYING mr rockstar): ohh mannnn.HAH,it came back to haunt me again.omgggggg,really okay!i didnt go to school today.i;m down with fever and some stupid flu.you know,i'm scared!i'm scared of retaining): really!i'll just die if i retain.jeeeez,GOD HELP ME PLEASEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;mr rockstar,GOOD LUCK(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i want to cross the line with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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comments are so unnecessary.like about my phone bill?she says things like,"you should stop sending mms stuff,with that money,you can save for the new dog." like fuck you mannnn.its my fucking money,and i've starved before,just to pay for my bills.dont think that you're much of a no-big-spender-pet-owner okay.you waste most of your money,on clothes and shoes that you dont wear,AT ALL.you just but them for show.ohhhh and you spend on travelling to your boyfriends' country.ohhhh and THAT YOU HAVE THE MONEY!you go to their place,fuck them then break up.you're such a no life.gp,i'm sorry.but this is what you should see for yourself.ohhhhh and she's non stop acting so innocent and holy.which i cant fucking stand.ohhhh i guess,you want your sins to be forgiven.whatever mannn.ohhhhhhh and please,if you really are jealous of my new puppy so much,keep commenting.then i'll be there to say,GOODBYE TINA,HAVE A NICE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;the thing that blows me off the most,is that you got the cheek to ask my maid to do your stuff,and complain about me being irresponsible.HAH,thats some funny shit mannn.ohhhhhhh and you didnt even have the bloody courtesy to pay some of the bills with my papa.do you think money grows from trees.yina,isnt that what you enjoy saying before?well now,all you can do is pray my papa wont start his temper then throw you out of the house.and you know,FUCK YOU.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;coz for my family,i'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116133188736551194?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116133188736551194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;omgggggggg,my papa allowed me to get myself a puppy(: i got hooked to the yorkshire terrier!omggggggg,its damn cute.the shih tzu looks sicklyy): i'm scared to get it.so i'm getting a female yorkie okayyyy.its gonna be my own,all mine(: hah.i'm angry at some moronic shit okayyyyy.rawr,she's such a whore): whatever mannn.i'm gonna show her that i'll take care of it.if you're jealous then say so laaaaaa!you dont need to say such unnecessary comments to my mother so that she'll change her mind.you've got a dog,and its just stupid that you spoil it that way.i care for it,but theres so many things you dont allow it to do.not even going for walks!ohhh &amp;that is animal abusing!how can you expect it to be disciplined if she's being SPOILED every second?that poor thing has been stuck in the house for i-dont-know-how-many-years!rawr,before you comment about me,fix your shit &amp;amp;make sure whatever you do is  commendable.assholeeeeeee.humpf,i want that yorkie and i will care for it,and not spoil it like you do.AND FOR ONCE,JUST SHUT THAT THOUSAND TON TRAP OF YOURS!i'm pissed okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;sigh,so i called hunn today and told him about whats happening,and i'm acting that way): ohhh well,everything happens for a reason right.i might as well just accept it and keep shut.hunn,you're still loved&lt;333 no worries(: remember,till the end(:&lt;br /&gt;ohhh well,i'm gonna vroooom now.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;theres just too much that time cannot erase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116105620480283822?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116105620480283822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116105620480283822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116105620480283822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116105620480283822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-omggggggggmy-papa-allowed-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116099102695824997</id><published>2006-10-16T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:30:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello):&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh,today was damn screwed.okay,i totally flunk my malay and maths okayyyyy.fuck laaaaaa.fn was okayyyyy i guess.jeeez mann.i'm so not in a mood,rawr.i ignored hunn's calls.i cant believe it.i'm gonna fucking retain,then i'll just jump down laaaaaa.ohhhh fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently hooked to my love by justin timberlake(: its OOOH LAA LAAA okayyyy.i havent seen mr rockstar,rawr.where are youuuuuu!hah.i need to go slacking somewhere.i need dave to get me into MOS,omgggggggg.i need dave to go slacking with!you whore): where are you!why is everyone suddenly disappearing?rawr,i need a girls night out,seriously.i need to talk to someone who can handle these kinda stuff.ahhhhhh,i'm down with major emo virus or something okayyyyy.fuck laaaaaaaa.hunn i hope you're reading this,I'M EMOTIONALLY DISTURBED OKAYYYYYY.&amp;i hope ypu understand): till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;what's the point in waiting anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116099102695824997?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116099102695824997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116099102695824997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116099102695824997'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;SO WHO'S WANTS TO GO FOR THE &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GATECRASHER HALLOWEEN PARTY&lt;/span&gt; AT MOS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;IT'S HAPPENING ON THE 28 OCTOBER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;ANY ENQUIRIES,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;CALL ME AT 81687218.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116091021495896536?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116091021495896536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing much to blog.went to hunn's place for a few hours,went for a quick breakfast then came home.i didnt have the mood to stay over his place tonight,rawr.i really dont know whats happening,i've been blowing him off &amp;vice versa.whatever ahhhhhh,jeez mann.i wanna go drink): theres halloween parties at DXO &amp;amp;MOS i think.i wanna!but for DXO,its a RnB battle night,RAWR.i hate it mannn.wtf is the battle for!want it so much then go dance during war laaaaaa.hah,i'm going insane.ohhhh,i want a halloween party,MAJORLY.i hope jen is preparing one.ahhhhh,the fun.i wanna dress as elizath bathory(: hah,creepy okayyyyyy.but its cool at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhh,i cant wait for friday.i want that QAF seaons.i want!okayyyy i'm tired already.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;sharing never showed me much appeal, and now I'm only praying it's for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116090040501438860?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116090040501438860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116090040501438860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116090040501438860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116090040501438860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-ive-got-nothing-much-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116083274169086945</id><published>2006-10-14T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:32:25.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i have been uber addicted to QAF.hah,that michael is such a man whore okayyyy.he firstly,doesnt even deserve brian.just because of some childhood times hug then they went together.oh mannn.brian still belongs to justin okayyyy.they're just perfect mann.hah,i'm insane okayyyy.ohhh there was someone who messaged me on friendster asking me if i was gay,omgggggggg.thats just so unnecessary mannn.it so doesnt mean if i watch gay shows,i must be one right!rawr,that person is seriously against homos okayyyy.you can just go and dieeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a shih tzu today,its uber freaking cute okayyyy.i want!will it get along with my schnauzer?i want him okayyyy,he's freaking adorable mannnn.i wanna cry): ahhhhhh,roland is annoying me.he messages me in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;rawr,i didnt see rockstar online for days.so sad.its so nice talking to him(: habbo is dead,i feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;on my moist eyes even tears are frozen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116083274169086945?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116083274169086945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i have been uber addicted to QAF.hah,that michael is such a man whore okayyyy.he firstly,doesnt even deserve brian.just because of some childhood times hug then they went together.oh mannn.brian still belongs to justin okayyyy.they're just perfect mann.hah,i'm insane okayyyy.ohhh there was someone who messaged me on friendster asking me if i was gay,omgggggggg.thats just so unnecessary mannn.it so doesnt mean if i watch gay shows,i must be one right!rawr,that person is seriously against homos okayyyy.you can just go and dieeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a shih tzu today,its uber freaking cute okayyyy.i want!will it get along with my schnauzer?i want him okayyyy,he's freaking adorable mannnn.i wanna cry): ahhhhhh,roland is annoying me.he messages me in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;rawr,i didnt see rockstar online for days.so sad.its so nice talking to him(: habbo is dead,i feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;on my moist eyes even tears are frozen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116083271561237501?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116083271561237501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116083271561237501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116083271561237501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116083271561237501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-i-have-been-uber-addicted-to-qaf_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116073803479384413</id><published>2006-10-13T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:13:58.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;rawr,got back english marks today.it was okay.depressing though.ohh mann.i'm scared for the rest of my subjects okayyy.i have to promote to sec 4,and i want to.if i retain,RIP tia.its the end mann.okay depressing moments even after exams,i need help.fuck you exams,really.&lt;br /&gt;watched QAF again today,then i had emo moments): omggggggg,i'm lame.meeting nur next friday to watch talledega nights,hah.i need to laugh things off okayyyyy!ohhh and she's also going to lend me the whole season of QAF,fucking awesome mannn.i'm feeling damn down,rawr.blades are rusted,i need to get new ones.my cigarettes are running out,i need to get them.rawr,papa found out about it.SUPER SURPRISINGLY,he only told me to stop.he was mad,but he looked un-pleased.i'm really trying to stop,really.hunn and i argue over my habit,like many times.why does he care?he's going to leave,i'm staying here,i'm going to fucking retain,and if i smoke more,the earlier i'm going to die.isnt that just awesome.it might work though.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;i've had my friday the 13th fun already,i've had ENOUGH,so stop playing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;when you go and you give it all away.&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116056035361459893</id><published>2006-10-11T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:52:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;oh well todays accounts paper was screwed,really mann.but social studies was alright though.i'm scared for tomorrow's math paper 1,rawr.i need help okay.not in studying,but keeping my mind off stuff.like i've been having this uber strong urge to take a blade and draw on my hand.i'm scared of retaining.i've studied so hard but i seem to just forget everything when i start the paper): fuck okayyyyy.and i kinda thought about something today and i started crying,damnnn.i watched QAF and i started crying again,whats wrong with me mann!i'm such an emotional nut nowadays okayyyyy.i need someone to make me laugh.i've been drafting my to-be coffin.the one thats green and full of red roses.dont you think its weird?i'm feeling a little creeped out myself,rawr.whats the hell i wrong with me!am i going insane?my head can actually explode at any moment okayyyy.my life's a wreck,i'm wishing for unbelievable things to happen.i feel fucking dreamy):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;in a middle of a gunfight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116056035361459893?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116056035361459893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116056035361459893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116056035361459893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116056035361459893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-oh-well-todays-accounts-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116046661714977051</id><published>2006-10-10T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:50:17.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;today was alright,i guess.math paper 2 was uber uber screwed,omgggggg.i didnt have time to complete my paper okayyy.i skipped 3 questions i think,rawr.i'm going to fucking fail): damn,i dont want to retain,omgggggg.tomorrow is social studies and accounts paper,so much to study okayyyyyy.so maybe today hasnt been going alright.i'm leading an uber emotional lifeeeeeeee,rawr.it just sucks okayyyyy.i'm emotional,really.i cant stand it.i cry over the slightest thing.am i abnormal?omgggggggg,i so need help.WHATS WRONG WITH ME?why do i cry over the lamest reasons?whatever,i need to listen to MCR now.hah,it might sound dumb but they really make me feeel better okayyyyy.scream scream SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM(:&lt;br /&gt;okay,life isnt so bad when theres one or two people you can relate to,but for now,theres only hunn.and i dont him to go through depression.so i'm just going to keep my mouth shut,rawr.i need depressed people,WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;its where this deep infatuation trully lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116046661714977051?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116046661714977051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116046661714977051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116046661714977051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/116046661714977051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-today-was-alrighti-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116037692861304650</id><published>2006-10-09T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:31:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i watched stay alive with hunn last night,omgggggg.its scary fucking scary okayyyy.hah.and we watched it at night,which made it uber fucking scary &amp;no one was beside me.hunn has bruises on his hand &amp;amp;thigh,hah.i kept pinching him.ahhhhh i still think that guy is unfaithful to october,rawr.uber prettaye sophia bush died,omggggg.ho can mann!but the ending was,screwed okayyyy.how can all the games get published): they died saving each other!so mean!hah,craejeeeeeeee.ohhh i read the story on elizabeth bathory,its uber uber freakyyyyyy): she killed like 600 virgin girls okayyyy.thats like disgusting,especially knowing that she actually bathes in their blood,EWWW.and like,omgggggg.thats just eerie.i wanna find the game though,hah.&lt;br /&gt;i found the boyzone when the going gets tough video(: omgggggg,ronan's just the uber cute shit okayyyyy.hah.today was history paper): i felt i did okayyyy.but lets just wait and see.hah,ammar's just asked me something yet again,EWWW.okayy,dave is just slow okayyyy.she said she watched L word,and she thinks they're arousing.is she like slow or what mann.ahhhh,outing with jar and macho soooooon(: like yay!till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;the game plays by itself.&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-116022715511398823</id><published>2006-10-07T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:30:51.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm at hunn's place.whats wrong with the weather mann.its damn hazy okayyy.and so many people are getting sick and stuff.rawr.hunn's getting better,but still not good.): i had a long 3 and a half hour talk with jar.hah.its been a long longggg time.it feels weird talking to her,and being crazy like we were.hah.ohh and peizhen are back in terms with jar,omgggggg.hah.its just WEIRD okayyy.oh well,everything's changing.like jar breaking up with denise,dave going back with alexis,etc mannn.omgggggg,so cool.everyone's changing,and so do bestfriends.ahhhhh the one who promised to stay by my side and etc okayyyy.so idiot): these people are just too good to be true huhhhhh,rawr.i've been studying my head off okayyyyy.ohhh &amp;hunn just suck in maths like total hammer jammer okayyyyy.and i thought i was bad: hah.he still refuses to camwhore with me.so sad,omggggg.hah.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know i dont know i dont know.he's bothering me!hah.oh well,till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;baby i love you all the way down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116022715511398823?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/116022715511398823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=116022715511398823' 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overreacted when hunn mentioned about his move.ahhh you cant blame me.i'm upset.i cant keep pretending i'm happy and everything's going ultra fine and stuff.i still love him and who knows when i'll ever get over it?i dont think i ever will.we've been through so much.and i owe him so much.oh well i made it up to him yesterday.its the least that i can do before he leave everything here): ohhh you see.there i go again.i'm some emo crap,omggggg.&lt;br /&gt;habbo life is,omgggggg.hello long lost crush okayyyy.omggggg,and how about hunn?ohh crap.these people are,downright ridiculous.craejeeeeeeeee.hah.till the next time suckers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;at times i feel i'll lose control &amp;amp;forget evryone but the hand i'm holding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-116012645560026895?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-115987511896789298</id><published>2006-10-03T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T19:31:58.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i've been staying over hunn's place these few days.he's been really sick): so saddd.rawr.i shouldnt have been sick at his place.ohh mannn.&lt;br /&gt;elaine and i watched john tucker must die today.ITS UBER FUCKING OVER EXTREMELY NICE.hah.it was niceeee!jesse matcalfe is hawt.omggggg,and sophia bush is some sexaye shit too okayy.i envy these people.rawr.&lt;br /&gt;how come GV hasnt published you,me &amp;dupree yet.omggggg,lido is faster.but the theatre is damn congested.hah.ahhhhhh i wanna watch horror.okayyy i got to run nowwwww.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;those gorgeous eyes,baby we're meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115987511896789298?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115987511896789298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115987511896789298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115987511896789298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115987511896789298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-ive-been-staying-over-hunns.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-115958937337822030</id><published>2006-09-30T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:09:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm recovering i guess.hah.i feel bad coz hunn had to wake up early those few days when i was sick.since then he hasnt enough sleep): hunn's down with a slight flu.omgggg,now' my turn to look after him.he drank last night when i told him not too.he's fucking stubborn,rawr.exams are near so i must chase him with bottles of drugggss,hah.and make him sleeeeeep.he must recover ASAP,omgggg.i so need help.i need a drink.my mum went to the hospital just nowwww.we were supposed to go shoppinggg okayyy.rawr,look what my life's turning out to be!major havoc.damnn.hunn feels like shit.and i feel like hell.what a duo.he really does look like shit.some peterpan and lady and the tramp is keeping him alive.well a little.hah.so i'm cooking for him today.some porridge.hah.so off i go nowwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;get back on your feet and push me into heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115958937337822030?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115958937337822030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115958937337822030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#009900;"&gt;saturday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed over hunn's house.and had like non stop rerun movie marathon.omggggg,the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sunday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12 noon(: omggggg,thats the latest i woke up,like in my entire life.hah.on the 2 days we watched dying young,bring it on again,urban legend,wedding date,cinderella story and omgggg,CASANOVA(: best best!casanova is smashing ohhhh laaaa laaaa.and batman forever too!hah.like val kilmer and nicole kidman?2 of the so hottest people in this "on the verge of ying world."ahhhh so funnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess we drank a little too muchh.i'm down with a really bad cold,cough and my damn chest hurts): our anniversary's today(: and jeeez.we spent it at the clinic.i felt like extremely badd.hunn accompanied me to the clinic.then he came over.maid and rascal wasnt at home.so hah.he's wasting time watching dirty dancing,hah.omgggg,its nice!really really!ahhhh,olf folks will be home at 10 plus plus.i'm not going to school tomorrow. Dr.Pineda Santos Florencio III says that i must drink lots of waterr and omgggg,MC for tommorow!hah.he's name is awesomeee.hah.hunn was like 'thanks you doctor santossss'.hah.i cant resist but burst out laughing.: oh well.i wanna watch dirty dancing nowww.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FIRST HUNN&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;PS:for a long long time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i'm reminded of the things you said to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115917616322790251?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115917616322790251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115917616322790251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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wayyyy mann.its the ultimate ooooh laaa laaa shaking shit ahhhh.hunn and i were watching and WHOAing like every interval.hah.i'm serious.its a total must watch show.its so niceeee.oh mann it is okayyy.i had tuition last night.omggggg.marilyn chua jia hui is damn funny ahhhh.damnn i hate that trigonometry chapter): i'm confused.phthagoras, why must you make things so difficult.because of you, i might fail maths.yet again.anything new?NO WAY am i going to fail maths again.rawr.ohh jeeez.we're watching the pacifier.damn ahhhh.its fucking hilarious.hah.oh well.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;slowly silently come dwell in my heart, slowly make for me a world of my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115899035868923611?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115899035868923611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115899035868923611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115899035868923611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115899035868923611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-im-at-hunns-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-115893081658700939</id><published>2006-09-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:16:03.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;tody's like hectic and stuff.i thought i didnt have to go for maths remedial.then in the end i had to): hah.didnt see that mrt malay cutie pie.so funny ahhh.the whole class was like EHHHing in class.omgggg.so idiotic ahhhh.after school was downright hectic coz i was suppose to go to darr's house.he didnt pick up my calls.i was going bonkers ahhhh.then i met my maid at commonwealth to get my housekey and went to queenstown to pass the key to my aunt.rawr.i was going up and down laaaa.told my parents that i'm going out.then rushed to darr's house.like finally.i was mood swinging coz we planned to eat sushi today): and alas!we did.hah.then cabbed home.today's damn tiring.SA's coming.ohhh shit laaaa.ohh lets talk about my blogskin.thanks to my ohhh beloved ultimately pretty &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elaine yeo jin mei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!she's the ultimately sexayeee woman.hah.today's been alright.look at my slideshow!its ohhh so BANANAS!till the next time(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;you were all by yourself, staring up at a dark grey sky, i was changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115893081658700939?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115893081658700939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;just came back from darr's house.hah.i rushed over.then cabbed home.today's been crap): but there's elaine who never fail to cheer me up always(: oh well.xuewen and i are like.no comments ahhhh.i couldnt care less.rawr.today's been some shit laaaa.i had a breakdown when i was talking to him.i swear i dont want to live my life with endless regrets.i'm regretting whatever happened in 2005): like how me and darr didnt work things out coz i was so young.and how i wasted it all to some fucker that i never really loved): rawr.i found out something today.about that idiot.and whats the reason behind all the bad lucks thats happening this year.i'm damn upset.i told him and he was kind of upset the last time too.see tia was stupid.i blame myself for all the heartaches that i've been put through.coz i was simply blind.and i would blame myself if anything would happen between darr and i.i'm fucking upset.but i cant turn back time.and god how i wish i could): i'm going to regret everything when i grow old.oh mann.why am i so upset all the time.i'm fucking emo.and that ): till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;hey beautiful,you're better than just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115874266624045932?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115874266624045932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115874266624045932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115874266624045932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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damn funny laaaa.we ordered mac breakfast home.hah.see how lazy we are.my parents will be back by 11.so i'm gonna have the whole house to myself.and by the time they're home,i'll be fast asleep.hah.darr made a name for the both of us.spastards II.omgggg.i hope my neighbours dont complain.coz we're like laughing insanely loud.we watched a walk to remember(: omgggg.watching it with him made it even better.the shows damn nice ahhhh.hah.then we watched deuce bigalow.its damn hilarious ahhhh.hah.off i go now.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;the one who keeps me awake all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115865436553216547?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115865436553216547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;school was boring.i love weekends.i get to see darr and stuff.stayed over at his place on friday.came back on sunday morning(: the whole 2 stays were full of late nights and really tired mornings.but wth.it was funn.sigh.i'm just so NOT looking forward to the day that he makes his move): i dont want you to go.well as much as you dont want to i guess.i dont know what to do either.i freak out every now and then when he mentions about the move.i cant help it.i cant stop getting frustrated.i'm sorry darr.i just cant control it): its been too much.i dont want to have constant breakdowns all the time.we both know that it cant be help.sometimes i wonder if he thinks about it as much as i do.i feel weak when i think of him.damn i dont know.my life's a wreck.why must i cry in every relationship that i forge in?it isnt fair.fucking creeps): till the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;tonight we're alone, its finally you &amp;amp;i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115857605199712742?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115857605199712742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115857605199712742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115857605199712742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115857605199712742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-school-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-115812560355356626</id><published>2006-09-13T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T13:34:55.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;wahlao.this is like the 2nd time i'm changing my blog address.wth.so yeah.i didnt go to school today.the doctor says that my intestines are infected.like omgggg.how can that be.thats it mann.i'm going to fast.lalala.its funn.hah.yesterday was okayy.alot of homework laaaa.i cant handle.hah.booohooo.chromide club isnt hot without greenaye and laxer.hah.so saddd ahhhh.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i wont stop caring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115812560355356626?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115812560355356626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115812560355356626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115812560355356626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115812560355356626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-wahlao.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia 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promise i'm never going to cook with darr again.hah.but he must cook for me.hah.lalalala.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;forget what we're told,before we get too old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115796964004263277?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115796964004263277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115796964004263277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115796964004263277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115796964004263277'/><link 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awesome.hah.YUCK.its uber sinful.ohh &amp;lately i' ve been stuck to 21 days by blink 182 &amp;amp;chasing cars by snow patrol.awesome ahhh.i think laxer is fineeee.chemistry was shiok like helll.god knows what will happen the next time.everything was hell in chromide club.&lt;br /&gt;hah.saddd mann.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i’ll be waiting up until you get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115788789869524706?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115788789869524706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115788789869524706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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mann.haha.waiting for hokkien lessons to load.its downright funny mann.i just found out that some idiot has been talking about me in her LJ.wth.like not happy then say can!eeyer.you give me the creeps.jar wants to hack into your account.haha.its a wonder she knows how.so better keep changing your password.dont pray pray worr.you no class ah liann!want to become ah liann but dont know how.isnt that just sad.just stop trying too hard.larrhhhxxzzzz.ohh.another fuckface.whats happened to my life mann.sigh.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;omg.must watch la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ4nqqj2hIM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ4nqqj2hIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115761260574492996?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1639/2228/1600/pri%20schooll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1639/2228/320/pri%20schooll.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1639/2228/1600/prii%20schhhoool.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1639/2228/1600/prii%20schhhoool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="154" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1639/2228/320/prii%20schhhoool.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hello(: oh well everything's been great and stuff.darr and i've made a final decision.but it isnt like something bad or anything la.yup.and damn.he knows how to cook!god knows why i cant cook for nuts.but seriously mann.the &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1639/2228/1600/pri%20school.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lasagne he made was ohh so fantastic la!its so embarrassing mann.nevermind i KNOW how to cook.but i'm just lazyy.hoho.i saw azman yesterday.he's like my primary 5 tuition buddy?omg.i had like a sudden major attack for that few minutes mann.he's so freaking cute now la.hoho.i didnt even recgonise him in a glance.hoho.then we talked and stuff.he's in SJI.like omg.predictable,he was some genius ass la.i miss old tuition group stuff.so fun!ohh.and i guess i should post the primary school pictures we took.AWESOME(: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1639/2228/1600/pri%20school.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115744816206876569?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115744816206876569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115744816206876569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115744816206876569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115744816206876569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hellol(:&lt;br /&gt;we were online the other day.and we were like crapping the whole time.i hope it'll become a routine for me(: coz lately,these are the things that makes me smile at the end of the day.i'm not going to repeat the same mistake that'll make a drastic change in my life.i dont want to regret):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i miss you you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115703042647169237?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115703042647169237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;today was alright.haha.i finally went to the new IJ bukit timah la.i tell you,its damn freaking huge.i would've got lost mann.its huge la.omg.i went there with khai.haha.i miss that woman so much mann.ohh.and she's still like damn short.i swear she's the same height seen primary school la.or is it either i've grown taller.but everyone else is taller than her!haha.then i saw celeste(: omg.i immediately hugged and carried her when i saw her la.she's damn cute mann.she's become prettaye too!AHHH!she's the ultimate major cutebee(: she says that she'll add me on msn(: make it soooonnn alright!she's just major :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;haha.stuff with darr and i are going alright and stuff.how come i always start the argument): i've tried not to.but i keep thinking of the situation and get angry and stuff.put yourself in my position.its only the beginning,and i feel that its coming to an end.sigh): darr,i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;ONE, you're like a dream come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115702916397088094?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115702916397088094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115702916397088094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115702916397088094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115702916397088094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-today-was-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-115692749688422220</id><published>2006-08-30T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:44:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;talking to darr online(: i guess i have to try and understand whats going on.we argued the other day.and wow.guess what its about?going back.wth mann.the last time it happened,it was like the totally end thing.and that's probably one biggest mistake i made.jeez.too young to know anything.omg.so its half settled.not that its whoa so great or anything.but its a start.haiyer.i'm sad and all but i should just spend time with him whilst he's here right.i must thank elaine and xuewen for everything before the 25th(: so darr and i've decided that we shall just pretend i dont know about the move.and when it happens,which i dont wish for it to happen,i'll just have to.bear with it.yeah.coz he thinks its easy for me.well.IT ISNT.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;I wish that we could both be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115692749688422220?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115692749688422220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115692749688422220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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feeling&lt;br /&gt;Knowing someone loves you&lt;br /&gt;It's painted with the pain and glory&lt;br /&gt;Taking from a known sad story&lt;br /&gt;Laying out my life before me&lt;br /&gt;Fearing the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Sharing never showed me much appeal&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm only praying it's for real&lt;br /&gt;Forever taken you for granted&lt;br /&gt;You give me everything I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that I might lose you&lt;br /&gt;But time will let us see&lt;br /&gt;If everything is real I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe we've been only dreaming&lt;br /&gt;And if it's gonna die to save it&lt;br /&gt;Cos baby I believe&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world could make it right&lt;br /&gt;Cos baby loving you brings me to life&lt;br /&gt;And how does it feel&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And you're lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;Never wanting you to leave&lt;br /&gt;Until I'll tell you how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To be cradled like my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And to know that you love me&lt;br /&gt;No more wasting time in asking other people&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world could feel this right&lt;br /&gt;Cos baby you're the best thing in my life&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;When I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And you're lying next to me&lt;br /&gt;Never wanting you to leave&lt;br /&gt;Until I'll tell you how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To be cradled like my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And to know that you love me&lt;br /&gt;No more wasting time in asking other people&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darr&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115692256490471130?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115692256490471130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-115649826098577829</id><published>2006-08-25T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T17:31:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm at dee's place.i'm uber pissed with some double fuckfaced okay!she's like damn annoying.she thinks she's like the ultimate.like NO.you're downright disgusting.dont go around telling people stuff that makes them symphatise you.and people think that we are some anti social fuck.haiyer.you people can think until you drop dead la.i dont give a damn.jeeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;&lt;strong&gt;the double fuckface loser&lt;/strong&gt;.&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='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-115621525336114763</id><published>2006-08-22T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:54:13.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;omg.i passed my maths!after like 7 years!shit mann.i was damn shocked la.ohh.and i passed my accounts too.but i'm still not updated on humanities overall): fook mann.if i fail overall i'll just cry my eyeballs out la.watehwer.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to dee and i blurted out something.so he kept bugging me about it.so i messaged him 3 letters and made him figure it out.and he did!damn fast mann.but he's only going to tell me on friday): so long la.omg.i'm damn nervous.its been a year since i've said that.last time i dont know anything what right.so not paiseh.now.haiyer.i'm already panicking.ahhh!FOOOOK!ohh.and i was damn pissed with someone yesterday.how come she &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; appreciate all the little things i do?giving up is the total ultimate best idea(: ohh well.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;everything happens for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115621525336114763?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115621525336114763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115621525336114763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115621525336114763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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idiot.hoho.like finally mann.dave and jar doesnt know yet.i need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;dont be fronting like you dont know whats going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115536686919960193?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115536686919960193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115536686919960193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115536686919960193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/115536686919960193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-hoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-115520948187757413</id><published>2006-08-10T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:31:21.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;went tiong in the morning to meet &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;purpley&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pinkey&lt;/span&gt;.hoho.then stupid xuewen came late.haiyer.then went to town to watch my super ex girlfriend.omg.damn funny sia.and the cinema was like uber freezing.then we went to take neos.hoho.damn retarded la.then we walked around heeren,went back to cine and had tea break at TCC.but we only had drinks there.so we went to food court to eat.yay!i ate dumplings(: then we walked around for awhile then went to orchard mrt.hoho.then went home(: dee called.and it was about time for him to call.ahh!elaine!xuewen!what should i do?oh mann.watehwer.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i thought you were my fairytale and dream when i'm not sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115520948187757413?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115520948187757413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=115520948187757413' title='0 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i dont think i can list all of them in one post.heh.life's OKAY  and stuff.and i'm still not over her?yeah.sadly.oh watehwer.i've been watching high school musical like over and over again.its damn nice la.i bought the soundtrack too!omg.ohh.tomorrow is :DD ultra slack for like the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;i watched part of brokeback mountain.omg.its super sad la.ahh!just super duper thumbs up for jake and heath(: they broke record sia.heh.and shane from L word is just.OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:coach said to fake right,break left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-115423324471183119?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/115423324471183119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;today was ...i thought outing at ps was going to be fun la!EEYER.ohh whatever.eh npz!i hate you too la!and who are you to call her a fucker?you can call me that.go ahead.it doesnt affect me one bit.what do you have against her?she has many things that you dont have.so dont you go around bad mouthing her.whatever you say about her,is my business.and i totally can handle it.you pissed me off enough.fucker duo sounds great.so i think i'll live with it.rot in hell knight(: i'd love to see that one day.i'll patiently wait eh!idiot i miss you!): i miss the way you never stop laughing when you start to.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i miss us being idiots together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114872778004691987?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114869826047787065</id><published>2006-05-27T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:51:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;yay!june holidays are here!i'm so happy mann.i need a break super badly!my class are going steamboat at marina today.but too bad i cant): i have a small family reunion.hoho.oh well.i'm lazy to blog.idiot i miss you):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;all i got to do is look into your eyes to lose myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114869826047787065?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114863714758384035</id><published>2006-05-26T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T17:52:27.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello):&lt;br /&gt;had ptc today.EEYER.my papa didnt like scold me or anything.but i felt dissapointed): nobody knows how hard i tried okay.rarrrh!i passed one pathetic subject!damn you exam!ohh whatever.i'm going to go bonkers this june): i must study whatever thats been covered and stuff.ohh mann.tia's going to be a nerd.i dont want to retain okay.i dont want to be in the same class as some people okay.some thick skin eel!please mann.i will never ever like you.i thought we were like bestfriends.you got the cheek to tell your friends that i like you?EEYER.please mann.i feel somethings about to come out my throat mann.YUCK!whatever mann.i want to die la.i want  GREEN coffin with many red roses.MANY!yay!i'm so psycho mann.hoho.eh i miss idiot): i cant imagine holidays.i'll just cry my eyeballs out la.ahhhh!idiot i miss you): the distance between us is one big space.i hope that we'll be like before.ohh wells.i've always hope for better days for you and i(: till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i kept my distance but i never let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114863714758384035?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114863714758384035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114863714758384035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to some cartoon.then i had a missed call from ezaty's house.then i started scratching my head la.so i called back and heard her "just woke up" voice.hoho.funnaye la.and she didnt come to school too!so cool please.so we made up a new title! PON SCHOOL PARTNERS(: hoho.retarded mann.i decided to not come today and better come on thursday and friday!just for the sake of seeing all the everyday stupid faces(: i'm going to miss all of them!hoho.sounds like graduation eh!i heard that ronin came to our school today?lik ewwwness la.i'm not sure if daniel ong was there.but i was lucky not to see him!he tries too hard to console the contestants in a ... way.I &lt;3 GURMIT SINGH!hoho.oh well.i miss that idiot!till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;after all I put you through you still stuck around and stayed by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114845609097028713?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114845609097028713/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114838536528178958</id><published>2006-05-23T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:56:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;today was super funnaye la.syf was like dead tiring la.omg.absolutely everybody was fun fun FUN!stupid elane make me laugh like siao worxxx.the instructor asked to sing then she sang like super loud lor.haiyer.the rest of the schools were like ...no comments mann.the "never bathe" secondary school.hoho.swear to the left!swear to the right!i want to hoot that instructor la.bahh!i miss that idiot super much): i know i dont show it.but behind her i do!is very hard not to miss that idiot okay.i really feel like doing something stupid right now.rarrh!ohh whatever la.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;you're with him and not with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114838536528178958?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114838536528178958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114838536528178958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114838536528178958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114838536528178958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-today-was-super-funnaye-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia 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la!all thanks to stupid &lt;strong&gt;xiiaao bung bung&lt;/strong&gt;!make me laugh like siao la.hoho.the &lt;strong&gt;xiiaao ppriincess and xiiaao bungg bungg&lt;/strong&gt; outing!that was ultra random la.hoho.superr ah liiannxx wannabexx worxxzz.omg.next week is damn tiring la.syf thingys.rarrrh!its not our fault lor.its like early in the morning then ask us to dance?hello!havent warm up yet la!haiyer.ohh whatever.i hate you knight!&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!rarrh!till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;mungkin saja kau bukan yang dulu lagi mungkin saja rasa itu telah pergi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114813959482556724?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114813959482556724/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114804299136117048</id><published>2006-05-19T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:49:51.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;it's been like ages since i last updated.i'm so internet deprived.hoho.many things happened these 3 weeks.rarrh!i was going through a serious depression la.omg.it was damn scary.like i'd breakdown evry now and then.but everything alright now i guess.and like i havent stepped on town grounds for 3 weeks!hammer jammer mann.and i've been obsessed with malay songs recently.hoho.i'm going nuts la.i'm beginning to like seriously hate exam periods.coz i'll be ultra depressed and stuff.haiyer.ohh whatever la.my life's damn boring.omg.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;hatiku bimbang namun tetap pikirkanmu,selalu selalu dalam hatiku.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114804299136117048?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114804299136117048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114804299136117048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114804299136117048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114804299136117048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hello-its-been-like-ages-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114596138318291776</id><published>2006-04-25T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:36:23.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i'm  happy happy girl!hawhaw.and i hope to stay this way.when slacking with shan,dave and pz yesterday.and yeah.i was super happy.talked to her yesterday and today(: i've been uber happy.and i want to for a long long time.i hate to sulk.it isnt good fo health.she said wth and i melt on the spot.and i cant wait to see her.its just the way she says it.ahhh!see.i'm going nuts again.i think i'm too soft with her.eh i gave in many times already la.and i hope that i'll start all over again.yay!a brand new start(: and i'm sure that everything will be fine.and we'll be just like before(: hawhaw.i'm feeling great today.haha.i shall stop here.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;; I'd withstand all of hell to hold your hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114596138318291776?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114596138318291776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114596138318291776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114596138318291776'/><link rel='self' 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takes&lt;br /&gt;If I ever break your heart if I ever do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never give you cause to doubt where you belong&lt;br /&gt;If a million miles were between us&lt;br /&gt;I'd want you to know&lt;br /&gt;If I had to drive all day, take that flight&lt;br /&gt;Across this ocean&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it play on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause my devotion is for all time&lt;br /&gt;Some people want it all some only want the fun&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here to let you know that I'm all about the love&lt;br /&gt;Some people let it show some people wait too long&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm gonna tell you now that you're always number one&lt;br /&gt;If a million miles were between us&lt;br /&gt;I'd want you to know&lt;br /&gt;If I had to drive all day, take that flight&lt;br /&gt;Across this ocean I'm coming home tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it play on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause my devotion is for all time&lt;br /&gt;If I had to drive all day, take that flight&lt;br /&gt;Across this ocean I'm coming home tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it play on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause my devotion is for all time (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114585125052717259?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114585125052717259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114585125052717259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114585125052717259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114585125052717259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/04/drive-for-all-time-westlife-its-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114558841698422203</id><published>2006-04-21T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:57:31.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;syf was damn dead yesterday.i guess my mood was shit la.some fucking apnn was grouped at one spot and damn stink and show attitude lor!wth.chicken backside la!and i guess smething else had to spoil my mood.bahh!whatever.i'm not bothered anymore.i'm not going to let some tiny shit bring me down.shan wants me to smile more.eh when you mix around with too may irritating saddist,how to smile?haiyer.many stuff are bothering me.what worries me even more is the coming SA!wahlao.i must pass accounts,history,ss,english,malay,and comb science.RARRH!means lesser time for fun and get my ass to work): damn.its for a few weeks only anyways.then june,can SLACK SLACK SLACK!hawhaw.bahh.i wish i didnt hear anything it from w.haiyer.its her choice so i've got nothing to lose right?oh wth.i dont want to be upset anymore.i must smile more!&lt;br /&gt;after syf thing yesterday me,judy,audrey and bernice wanted to take 75 together.me and judy left bernice and audrey at the bustop for awhile then went to long john.and we happily talked and forgot abput the poor 2.hawhaw.my trip in 75 was uber fun please.we were havoc i tell you.not that i notice mr lau was in the bus.here's my advice,never stand opposite audrey wong in the bus.she play kungfu fighting each time the bus jerks.and who suffer?me and judy's toes.hawhaw.then she cha cha also la.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my kungfu fighting partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is WAHLAO!now i'm aching from head to toe.bahh!we have to take 75 again one day.i didnt go to school today!i sprained my ankle and it hurts super badly): i triped over th corner of my bed.wah piang!till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;the thoughts in my head,when we danced and we sang and we laughed all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114558841698422203?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114558841698422203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114558841698422203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-westlife(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing you&lt;br /&gt;Girl even though you're right here by my side&lt;br /&gt;Cause lately it seems&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us is growing too wide&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that I wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;But if your heart's not in it for real&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try to fake what you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;If love's already gone&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would give the whole world for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything you ask of me I'd do&lt;br /&gt;But I won't ask you to stay I'd rather walk away&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;br /&gt;You say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;But baby sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You're just saying the words&lt;br /&gt;If you've got something to tell me&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep it inside&lt;br /&gt;Let it be heard&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid that you're saying it's over&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'll make it easy for you&lt;br /&gt;But if your heart's not in it for real&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try to fake what you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;If love's already gone&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would give the whole world for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything you ask of me I'd do&lt;br /&gt;But I won't ask you to stay I'd rather walk away&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could take us back in time&lt;br /&gt;But it's gone too far now we can't rewind&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing that I can do&lt;br /&gt;To stop me losing you&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;But if your heart's not in it for real&lt;br /&gt;Please don't try to fake what you don't feel&lt;br /&gt;If love's already gone&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to lead me on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would give the whole world for you&lt;br /&gt;Anything you ask of me I'd do&lt;br /&gt;But I won't ask you to stay I'd rather walk away&lt;br /&gt;If your heart's not in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114544496456526785?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114544496456526785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114544496456526785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114544496456526785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114544496456526785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-your-hearts-not-in-it-westlife-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114544412751730081</id><published>2006-04-19T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:55:27.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;gosh.this week is damn RARRRH!so asshole.i cant keep lying to myself la.i dont feel okay la.i have this urge to press my blade on my hand and SLASH!but i dont see the point of doing that.its so passe for me.not like i can change anything that happened right.you shouldnt have made me believe.and at least tell me la.you wasted so much of my time.and it hurts even more to hear it from someone else): i beg you to make me hate you.i've tried so hard to.and i wanted to give up as a friend.you leave me with no choice.you broke your promise.so wht do you expect me to do?i've tried giving up,and stay far away.i'm sorry for whatever that happened.and i'll take the blame.i thank you for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;gone are the tears that i've cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114544412751730081?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114544412751730081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114544412751730081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114544412751730081'/><link 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annoying mann.haiyer.and that person too!that 46(: i've been giving people blind codes.hawhaw.46 is getting me damn confused and stuff.wth la.yes?no?dont know?wahlao!i hate being in this situation la.somethings are better left unsaid.sigh): see!here i go again!wahpiang.i'm stuck to close to you by taufik(: its fucking WAH!heh.dave told me the next time i breakdown,i must go beside a tree.so asshole la.i've been having serious breakdowns this whole week.and today's the 13th.rarrh!i always hate the 13 of every month.bad things happen.REAL bad things.haiyer.hawhaw.shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUA SIHUI!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;;but losing you has forced me to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114494019638752213?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114494019638752213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114494019638752213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114494019638752213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114494019638752213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-i-guess-ive-been-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114457314491158436</id><published>2006-04-09T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:04:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;gosh.i'm super annoyed.some people are so screwed please.i guess she cant find any other people to accuse la.HELLO!you guys are attached right?might as well just face it and dont go blaming me!so ass please.i think pz is super la!gosh.you fall into the slightest flirtation.so despo mann.rarrh!whatever la.i cant be bothered to entertain your fucking nonsense.show some intelligence mann!eh you damn smart right?you excel this excel that.basic sense never excel ar?dont make sense la.i think i was super blind.gosh.i can seriously puke right now.you're my biggest mistake la.omg.i shant talk about that asshole anymore.as you said,the next time i see you,you dont know me and i dont know you.you good!i dont give a damn la.hawhaw.&lt;br /&gt;and theres some other people.sigh.she's getting me confused.that person isnt what i thought she is!gosh.then whats with the things she said?whatever she showed me?i held on for so long.at least have the courtesy to tell me la.i waited for so long,and suddenly BOOM!it all falls to pieces.sigh.i'm going to pretend that i never knew your secret,and that we were just like before.its hard for me to say that i'll get over it and move on.coz i know i wont.the things you said to me just wont go away.just like my to be gone 10166 wish):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keshia,you've screwed my life enough.i hope you fall into coma one day and be stupid for the rest of your life.australia wont be your option.you dont know me and i so dont know you.HAWHAW.i'm totally cool with that(: oh and good luck to you and anailuJ.gosh.how lame can you get mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i can talk all night just to hear you breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114457314491158436?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114457314491158436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114457314491158436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114457314491158436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114457314491158436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114413797113425308</id><published>2006-04-04T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:06:11.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello):&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go to school today.had diarrhoea la.early in the morning la!so cb mann.and my ahem hurts.rarrrh!okay.i guess that isnt the only thing thats upsetting me.gosh.i cant stand it.this thing with ____ is messing with my brain.sucks la.sigh.i really dont know what to do.my brain is dead.and i'm super depressed.whatever la.you make me doubt you so much.dont come blaming me in the end.i've tried my best la.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;if your heart's not in it for real,please dont try to fake what  you dont feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114413797113425308?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114413797113425308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114413797113425308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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___ for many days.which is really upsetting and stuff.i've made up my mind!i'm not going to give up on ____!i promise i wont.if ____ tells me to,then i promise that i will.hawhaw.see how nice i am.coz it was my fault and stuff.so i guess my 10166 fantasy wont happen.): that just sucks.but its for the best.i dont want to get hurt. and i dont want ____ to get hurt too.that'll just hurt me even more.and i think that ____ feelings are not there.as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said "&lt;strong&gt;why i've been wasting my time on someone who wont even care about me&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;yeah.even though i've tried my best to give you what you need.i'll try and ty again.coz i dont plan to give up.(: not on you.i'm off now.till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;sorry seems to be th hardest word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114385770912407785?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114385770912407785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114385770912407785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114385770912407785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114385770912407785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-its-been-years-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114336072546520188</id><published>2006-03-26T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T16:12:05.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;went theme park yesterday.gosh.thats the most boring place i've went my whole life.bahh!waste money lor.then had barbeque after that.i was baby sitting!lavigne is damn cute la!hawhaw.rachel too!hwhaw.okay.i'm going nuts now!i'm watching &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;north shore &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!i'm going to swooooon soon.hawhaw.i'm off now!till the next time(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;until my dying day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114336072546520188?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114336072546520188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114336072546520188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114336072546520188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114336072546520188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-went-theme-park-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114321607895045941</id><published>2006-03-24T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:03:54.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;today was ptc.and my aunty came at like 6.30?so judy liling wanling and i went to tiong.sat at kfc.wanling ate.then went home.liling went walking with qianru.then me and judy talked about many many suff.hawhaw.okay.it was a nice talk.rather than stone and listen to radio then cry right!after that we went to roof top(: my favourite hang out okay!we talked laughed.haiyer.my depression periods.hawhaw.liling went off.then me and judy went back to school at 5.30,sat with ezaty and someone.laughed even more.and me and ezaty actually hate ___!can you believe it?i thought ezaty was okay with her.so i go with the flow lor.hoho.so we actually thought of the same thing la.so nuts please.then it was time for ptc.):&lt;br /&gt;i hate mdm lim forever and ever.&lt;strong&gt;AMEN&lt;/strong&gt;.i dont like her lor.shuddup la you!neh neh pok can!haiyer.i thlow you in le lustbin len you know ar!go fly fly the cheeeken!hawhaw.so today was surprisingly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(: till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;now things just aint the same and i'm wishing that you were still here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114321607895045941?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114311625807641697</id><published>2006-03-23T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:17:39.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;today was sad,depresing,then &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.hawhaw.really!funnaye mann.it was damn depressing for me and liling): bahh!wth.after school went to tiong with char,karen and liling.then we sat at macs.laugh and laugh.walk around.laugh even more.hawhaw.then judy joined us at macs.damn spas please.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAUGH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAUGH &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;non stop mann.we played with balloons,laugh,took pictures.damn alot lor.then we played hide and seek(: damn fun la.i hid at tom and stefanie,ero lingerie shop,then courts(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courts was the longest.together with judy and karen.char seek-ed.hawhaw.damn funnaye mann.then we played dare or dare with some sec2.piang.we damn loser la.i can just laugh.the chilli sauce,balloon and paper(: thats all we dared on.hawhaw.then went home.i shant say anything else.coz i did something bad today):&lt;br /&gt;till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i have to face the TRUTH right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114311625807641697?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114311625807641697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;today was okay la.had PE(: then we run and run.hawhaw.nice nice!everything was going smooth till recess.sigh.brokedown many times today.in school,tiong,home was the worst.): i so need help.i hate it so much la.liling has to cheer up too(: we're on the same boat lor.haiyer.i shouldnt have told her.it was a big mistake.my biggest mistake was being super blind and extremely stupid.yeah.so both sides lose.especially on my side.bahhh!i hate this school.i want to shift.i want to runaway from everyone.rarrrh!gosh.i'm suppose to love fridays.now i'm hating it.): all thanks to ____!can this get any worse.ohh mann.whatever please.RARRRH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;i'm twisted coz one side of me is telling me that i need to move on.on the other side i want to breakdown and cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114292380803680419?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114292380803680419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114292380803680419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114292380803680419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114292380803680419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114285719395000286</id><published>2006-03-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:19:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you make me go thinking,go worrying,go crying everytime i'm with you.and everytime i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;you make me tear when you're with me.&lt;br /&gt;you make me wonder when you're far.&lt;br /&gt;so with or without you.&lt;br /&gt;makes no little difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;dont go faking it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114285719395000286?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114285623988637351</id><published>2006-03-20T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T20:04:00.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;first day wasnt too bad.at all!heh.yeah.no mood swings.and i hope not for like the other weeks ahead.okay.so today was great(: hawhaw.i came early today!like for the first time without cabbing la.yay!went to tiong with liling,judy and karen today.liling left with her brother,judy left for sentosa,me and karen decided to walk around tiong and stuff.and eunice calls me a stalker!please lor.then me and karen really stalked her la!karen was broke.i wasnt la.but i only wanted to use my coins.so we had to borrow 50 cents from char!hoho.char came from town to tiong to meet us.then we went to macs.and we exchanged the thank you cards with chars' friends.damn retarded la.then me and karen took the train and talked about things.damn depressing mann.she's could be the only one in school that can understand me.haha.my daughty and i are on the same boat(: what to say right.like mother like daughter.hawhaw.hilarious please.then in the train i saw this ah pek.he dig his nose and wipe at the seat.yuckks please.i so want to puke mann.i'm so not going to touch the train anymore.haiyer.&lt;br /&gt;people people!&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATCH NORTH SHORE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;damn nice okay!just keep staring at frankie and jason,and you'll fall in love with those two la!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;scrumdidilyumptious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114285623988637351?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114276031467918756</id><published>2006-03-19T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:25:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;i went to tampines with jar to meet my aunt.and i saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; numbers that made me smile at myself la!heh.jar so knows why i was smiling la.but she had to rub it in.like whatever please.hoho.then stayed at her place.hawhaw.damn scandalous and stuff!i shant say anything mann.haha.&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday was the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;th!yayness please.haha.me and my mum walked the stretch from ps to heeren.we did some shopping and stuff.piang.my leg can break mann.and theres like so totally nowhere to sit.then we sat for awhile at the bustop.then met my mums' friends at heeren.ate at marche.gosh.i ate cheese sausage and rosti!my stomach can just burst mann.i enjoyed the bread though.hawhaw.and i went to the &lt;strong&gt;zoo &lt;/strong&gt;today!i love the cats country part(: so preetaye please.haiyer.ben and jerry's are superr sinful lor.hawhaw.and now my fingers are getting numb.till the next time(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;it was just a slight flirtation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114276031467918756?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114276031467918756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114276031467918756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114276031467918756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114276031467918756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-i-went-to-tampines-with-jar-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114251782017510712</id><published>2006-03-16T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:48:08.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;okay.today wasnt so bad la.i went for dinner with my papa and my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SUNSHINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(: hoho.my rascalistic brother.we went long john.tsk.damn lame la okay.long john's suppose to cater the best FISH fillets.but the chicken taste so much better please.way way better.hoho.funnaye la.my sunshine was uber cute today!i took pictures of us.haha.but i'm scared to upload.i so dont want it to go haywire like the old one.RARRH!i feel moronic mann.i so hope that next week will be alright.yeah.i hope that it wouldnt be as bad as this two weeks): it sucks like shit la.sigh.i shouldnt talk about it la.me and daughty are going to have a long looong talking,screaming,crying session next week(: the 3 in1!ohh the fun.i'm so looking forward to it.the other day i thought i saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; car plate number.and i smiled to myself.but then i saw it clearly and i began to tear.the last number was wrong): i so cant get her off my head.questions keep popping up in my fucking head.and i get no answers!so annoying please.and when i start to think about it,i feel like a vampire la.i want to bite myself!i know i sound crazy la.but hello!i'm at home with my sunshine and my maid?just the wrong people to talk to la.rarrh!whatever please.&lt;strong&gt;oh god please make next week and the rest of the weeks ahead so so so much better than my total major blues weeks&lt;/strong&gt;!coz i cant stand it any longer): sigh.&lt;br /&gt;okay.forget it.lets talk about my skin!i'm tan okay!i can see lines on my back!yayness!my tans are even.thanks to my banana boat dark tanning oil(: hoho.i'm promoting mann!okay.my fingers are fucking painful.so till the next time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i've got MY SUNSHINE on a cloudy day." (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;we're history.and yet still a misery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114251782017510712?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114251782017510712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114251782017510712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114251782017510712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114251782017510712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Tia Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186821891141165607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21963418.post-114249459321720398</id><published>2006-03-16T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:36:33.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello(:&lt;br /&gt;rarrh!here i go again.i always promise myself things and never do it.fuckk la.i promised that i wont talk to ____ when i see her.but yet i did!how dumb can i be mann.i'm such a failure in everything i do.gosh.why did YOU even create someone like me.i hate almost everything that relates to my life.i hate being called sadist.im so not okay.its just the wrong word mann.maybe self inflicting.but wth.i dont fucking care la.i think my life is so against me.life takes away the people you love.life makes you cry.and i fucking hell dont appreciate it la.i hope one day whilst crossing the road a bus or whatever comes out from nowhere and crash me.that'll be like the happiest day of my ending life.okay.i'm crapping too much.yuckk mann.being in total major blues sucks okay.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;shitness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;so you take the smiles from all of our years and i'll take the tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114249459321720398?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114249459321720398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE MY FUCKING LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ME.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE 060306.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PHONEYS.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE LIES.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ALMOST EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; should really end my life now.coz i seriously dont appreciate it.come and stab me,shoot me,just fucking kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;would you even care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114248231073692623?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114248231073692623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114248231073692623' title='0 Comments'/><link 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adorable!heh.superr cuteness please.i'm not on-ing with the whole liking people again okay!hoho.okay.i'm too too tired to blog.till the next time(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114238979920232702?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114238979920232702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114238979920232702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114238979920232702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21963418/posts/default/114238979920232702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still haveAll of me&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts&lt;br /&gt;My once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away&lt;br /&gt;All the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And I held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have&lt;br /&gt;All of me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21963418-114238913241616353?l=thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesestorieswithin-.blogspot.com/feeds/114238913241616353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21963418&amp;postID=114238913241616353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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