<?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-8529897559082175450</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:59:32.888-07:00</updated><category term='Falling deep:)'/><category term='12july                            smiles:)'/><title type='text'>She Devil:)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-5716488678274288327</id><published>2009-12-31T02:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T02:43:46.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still missing him..Wad am I supposed to do? Wait? Or leave? It isnt my choice anymore le. I know he wont reply my msg but still text him,like buying 4D. Dunno will strike or not but still take the bet. Everything I do reminds me of him. Letting memories fade isnt that easy,now I know. I just him to know that I'm there for him no matter wad.&lt;br /&gt;Going chiong hmwk all on sat at shin's hse and civic centre-.- sure cant finish de lorh, sure die, atmost sch reopen kena detention. LOL. Hope my grades will improve,I dun wanna be the last in 3E1:( hengheng go in also must try work hard le. Hais. Sadsad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-5716488678274288327?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5716488678274288327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-missing-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/5716488678274288327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/5716488678274288327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-missing-him.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-280833453500179341</id><published>2009-12-24T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T07:48:35.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When she says she still love you,&lt;br /&gt;She want you to say it back to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says she can't forget you,&lt;br /&gt;She wants you to trust that she really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says she kept thinking bout you from day to night,&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to tell you that she misses you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says she's trying to get over you,&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to tell you that you still meant to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ask you what you are doing,&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to tell you that she still cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says she wants you back,&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to test if you still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she wants you to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;She meant that she wants you to tell her that you won't be happy without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ask if you're attached,&lt;br /&gt;She's trying to grab the chance to want you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ask if she can still be friends with you,&lt;br /&gt;She meant that she can't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you to take care,&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be informed if you're sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you that she cried because of you,&lt;br /&gt;She wants your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you that some guys are trying to flirt her,&lt;br /&gt;She expects you to get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she text you anyday,&lt;br /&gt;She expects you to rmbr her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she text you at night,&lt;br /&gt;She really misses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you that she's suffering,&lt;br /&gt;She meant that it seems that she couldn't let you go.&lt;br /&gt; That's wad I'm thinking now.. I still love him,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-280833453500179341?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/280833453500179341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-she-says-she-still-love-you-she.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/280833453500179341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/280833453500179341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-she-says-she-still-love-you-she.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-2545706476511201427</id><published>2009-12-21T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:47:28.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nowdays like no mood, dunno why, sometimes okayokie sometimes not. Still care for him. Having tupid gastric. Hope will be fine aft a few days. Life is bored:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-2545706476511201427?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2545706476511201427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/nowdays-like-no-mood-dunno-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/2545706476511201427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/2545706476511201427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/nowdays-like-no-mood-dunno-why.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-6510262017141844379</id><published>2009-12-21T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:45:31.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love this:) Quite touching.&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;if this doesn't touch you... you're heartless.&lt;br /&gt;One night a guy &amp; a girl were&lt;br /&gt;driving home from the movies.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;The boy sensed there was&lt;br /&gt;something wrong because of the painful&lt;br /&gt;silence they shared between them.&lt;br /&gt;The girl then asked the boy to pull over&lt;br /&gt;because she wanted to talk.&lt;br /&gt;She told him that her&lt;br /&gt;feelings had changed &amp; that it was time to move on&lt;br /&gt;A silent tear slid down his cheek as he&lt;br /&gt;slowly reached into his pocket &amp; passed her a folded note&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down&lt;br /&gt;that very same street.&lt;br /&gt;He swerved right into the drivers seat,&lt;br /&gt;killing the boy.Miraculously, the girl survived.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the note, she&lt;br /&gt;pulled it out &amp; read it , it said&lt;br /&gt;"Without your love, I would die."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-6510262017141844379?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6510262017141844379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-this-quite-touching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/6510262017141844379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/6510262017141844379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-this-quite-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-7144827432967617279</id><published>2009-12-18T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:46:43.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wadever shyt luhs. Since he dun care le I still care so much for wad? baby here baby there. A good liar I suppose. Prove all taken. There isnt any need to deny. Head damn pain,online for bout 5h le,vision blurr. Didnt touch any food today, just feel very sick and wanted to be alone, wanted to cry and just get over it asap. But everything seems to remind me of him. He's a jerk, I cant agree. I just dont understand him,I'm still speaking up for him. God, just let me learn to let go bahs. It'll ba easier and sweeter. Short and sweet. If forever meant eternity, den wad does goodbye means?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-7144827432967617279?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7144827432967617279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wadever-shyt-luhs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/7144827432967617279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/7144827432967617279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wadever-shyt-luhs.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-5597472110681340048</id><published>2009-12-18T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:00:23.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hais,still feeling like hell,feel like dying. Damn sad de,wanna laugh but too sad for it? I miss him a lot. I love him a lot. It remains the same even though we broke up. A mixture of being sad and being lost turns me insane and blur. I want him back. I want us back!わたしは、あなたを愛しています~&gt;ILY. I want you to be mine again. I cried so badly for that asking-for-a-breakup. Friends all say not worth,but i just dun care! I love him means I love him. I'm stupid,silly,devoted. I'm an idiot.... Wad am I to him? Maybe just a toy. Play le throw. Shin keep saying that he's not even serious,he can let go so easily, why can't I? But thats the truth, I can't seem to get over him. I dunno if he's serious. So I could only tell her, its all over, don't talk bout' it le. Wad more could I ask for? A patch? Hais. Maybe a slap on my face is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-5597472110681340048?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5597472110681340048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/haisstill-feeling-like-hellfeel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/5597472110681340048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/5597472110681340048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/haisstill-feeling-like-hellfeel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-5732923339005207943</id><published>2009-12-17T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:01:55.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When she says it's over &lt;br /&gt;she still wants you to be hers.&lt;br /&gt;Right? But I clearly know that it's really over,it really hurts like it's nobody's business,I wanna cry,but he doesn't care anymore. So wad for? To make myself look so stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-5732923339005207943?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5732923339005207943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-she-says-its-over-she-still-wants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/5732923339005207943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/5732923339005207943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-she-says-its-over-she-still-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-1046138210938758201</id><published>2009-12-16T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:43:10.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wish her the best:) HAIS that guy....liar, got stead still say dun have? dunno his wire where connect wrongly. sot de, say iloveyou to every girls-.- tupid. End loves:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-1046138210938758201?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1046138210938758201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-her-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/1046138210938758201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/1046138210938758201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-her-best.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-8461025362617501548</id><published>2009-12-16T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:12:01.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh fcuk! She's completely ruined? wtf? silly gal.&lt;br /&gt;Hais mood ruined for the day, can't figure out wad happen. Why must everything happen in the holidays? Holidays are supposed to be enjoyable and happy isn't it? Hmmmm, dunno where to meet him? I want him come woodlands but dunno how to say? like too demanding le. hais. Love him loads:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-8461025362617501548?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8461025362617501548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-fcuk-shes-completely-ruined-wtf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/8461025362617501548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/8461025362617501548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-fcuk-shes-completely-ruined-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-4204394315152635098</id><published>2009-11-16T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:42:17.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100119160518❥</title><content type='html'>Met him today,almost going insane. Hahahs. 5person,watch movie:)2012. Didn't even concentrate on the movie,feel like sleeping. Qing and that jialat' guy(dunno his name shld be weekian?) quite compatible de mah,keep 'quarreling wif each other. Hahahs,funny guy,wif bigbig ear hole. Aiyoh dunno why miss 'his hug lols. Insanity.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-4204394315152635098?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/4204394315152635098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/4204394315152635098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/100119160518.html' title='100119160518❥'/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-883808844421838533</id><published>2009-11-13T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:48:17.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Falling deep:)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;blahs blahs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm hating it. Everything gets extremely boring at home, same goes for an empty stomach. Hais, dunno why I don't even feel like meeting him..maybe is coz of? who knows? just don't wanna be hum,so I did something pathetically out of my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hais pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today's Friday 13th? So? LOLs..it seems kinda superstitous to me. Bad luck doesn't come just because its Fri13 does it? Oh pls:)&lt;br /&gt;''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/do-you-have--gfciaf/take?q2fba=0&amp;amp;ftitle=1&amp;amp;tv2=mKnWbmUbFOuYxTWBKirAhyuGnkC9bhK7Y6A%3D&amp;amp;link=feed_publish_text&amp;amp;resaban=1&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I just took the "do you have any supernatural gifts?" quiz and the result is empath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you are an empath. you feel exactly what other people do... but be careful.. this gift can even break your heart...'' love this:) hahahs,I'm not a psycho, so dont worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; it or not...I don't miss him today;x Whoops?sry:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-883808844421838533?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/883808844421838533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/blahs-blahs-im-hating-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/883808844421838533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/883808844421838533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/blahs-blahs-im-hating-it.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-7051096538969007547</id><published>2009-07-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:29:24.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry...making use of you for his replacement,blame or hate me all u want. Its not completly my fault,u're the one who changed my thoughts,u ruined the good impression you gave me. At lest I didnt.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-7051096538969007547?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7051096538969007547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-really-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/7051096538969007547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/7051096538969007547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-really-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-8380373480157620034</id><published>2009-07-16T04:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:13:53.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMG...I HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE Racist LARH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wth sia,Mr Siva so damn racist one,catch my fringe den tell me clip it up...I was like,cb larh,malay people he never catch cum catch me. Wtf lorh,too bad I dun have any rightsto say anything,if not i sure go complain one lol. Nvm..today was like very funny,Mdm Amutha kinda scold us coz the whole class kept laughing uncontrollably. She asked Zhao Yuan wads so funny,zy said coz he saw Mahzuz laughing,in the end Mahzuz oso said tat he laughed coz he saw zy laughing...it was like so lame,den the whole class laughed...LOL~~weird one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-8380373480157620034?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8380373480157620034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/8380373480157620034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/8380373480157620034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-6510950101254797729</id><published>2009-07-14T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:05:33.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant stand it, I was so damn tired these few days, restless. Maybe becoz everyday see Mr Siva, hais. Nthg special happened to me today, except for telling those retest people answers on how to do the test. LOL,hais i dunno wad else to add on. Good night:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-6510950101254797729?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6510950101254797729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-stand-it-i-was-so-damn-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/6510950101254797729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/6510950101254797729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-stand-it-i-was-so-damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-3661925486936539132</id><published>2009-07-14T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:00:58.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like I owe you something, my reply, i dint forget, in fact, i was waiting for u to ask for it...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really sorry for my selfishness. Forgive my,I didnt intend to intrude into your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Maybe it was me to blame, i dunno why, i cant forgive u for being so ruthless and for neglecting my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-3661925486936539132?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/3661925486936539132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/3661925486936539132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-like-i-owe-you-something-my.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-5755608365897746269</id><published>2009-07-13T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:01:37.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Its so damn boring in school, feel like I'm gonna fall asleep any moment... The first period was P.E!! so fustrated,first thing on a monday morning do P.E, it was like wth, tiring one seh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-5755608365897746269?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5755608365897746269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-so-damn-boring-in-school-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/5755608365897746269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/5755608365897746269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-so-damn-boring-in-school-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-810768737008659300</id><published>2009-07-11T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:42:53.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12july                            smiles:)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IMY....&lt;em&gt;hais,its so damn boring at home. Finding things to do is such a mess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-810768737008659300?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/810768737008659300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/imy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/810768737008659300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/810768737008659300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/imy.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-7221259720618354548</id><published>2009-07-10T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:09:57.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting over him,but my heart is empty,so is my life. My life sucks a lot,I'm becoming more and more irritating. Even my 'kor is ignoring me,wadever,last long.&lt;br /&gt;           I am never happy;a fake smile on my face covers everything.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   smiles:)~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-7221259720618354548?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7221259720618354548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-getting-over-himbut-my-heart-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/7221259720618354548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/7221259720618354548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-getting-over-himbut-my-heart-is.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8529897559082175450.post-1664700582805240129</id><published>2009-07-10T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:05:36.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LALALALA~~~&lt;br /&gt;  Whoosh,I had a hard day creating this blog. Feel like smacking the screen. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;RULES TO ABIDE;&lt;br /&gt;❥no spamming&lt;br /&gt;❥no nasty comments are needed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8529897559082175450-1664700582805240129?l=thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1664700582805240129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalalala-whooshi-had-hard-day-creating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/1664700582805240129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8529897559082175450/posts/default/1664700582805240129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoserightfulmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalalala-whooshi-had-hard-day-creating.html' title=''/><author><name>That Her</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05824191791520998435</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9a8gqbhIZhY/SyuKvPCfgzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u8N1UQZ4hsA/S220/957844.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
