<?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-5412939671098388860</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:25:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVEYOU</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-6323168733066323069</id><published>2010-10-23T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T18:54:50.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guys drink to forget about the girl while girls drink to think back about that guy. Guys can forget, cannot forgive but girls can forgive, cannot forget. When guys are heartbroken, they try to forget the girl by going out with other girls. When girls are heartbroken, they try to find his characteristic from other guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-6323168733066323069?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/6323168733066323069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=6323168733066323069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/6323168733066323069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/6323168733066323069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2010/10/guys-drink-to-forget-about-girl-while.html' title='Reason'/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-8575755918158408250</id><published>2009-05-19T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:05:33.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just realised that I haven't update this blog of mine for some time.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't care. Just that I'm sick again. Fuck it okay.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a healthy girl, I want to healthy and strong again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why all this shit is happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fail my assessments for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed. I just want to cry my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;I want to shout, I want to curse and swear out loud.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate my life totally.&lt;br /&gt;I would have ended it long ago if it was not for my family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-8575755918158408250?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/8575755918158408250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=8575755918158408250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/8575755918158408250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/8575755918158408250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-just-realised-that-i-havent-update.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-6578505011249845249</id><published>2009-01-04T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:05:42.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday Na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't pretty much happy outing like it was supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Na didn't enjoyed much like how we used to ! ):&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is actually meeting us, but he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stucked&lt;/span&gt; at his work.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to elaborate, as I am in no mood for blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss him a lot. But I don't think it'll ever matters already.&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last year of us seeing each other that much.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I will find a chance to tell him everything once I ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how negative or positive the result is, It's fate isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就让我慢慢学习, 学习悲伤的时候, 不闭上眼睛, 趁眼泪还没形成之前, 就在空中蒸发掉.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-6578505011249845249?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/6578505011249845249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=6578505011249845249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/6578505011249845249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/6578505011249845249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-18-th-birthday-na-today-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-2364207352081188316</id><published>2008-12-25T05:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:05:51.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is getting bored, no picture just words!&lt;br /&gt;I'm just home after that oh-so-short celebration with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Xiaona to kbox later on, while I catch some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is just eat, sleep, drink, work, sleep, so boring.&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to post already shall do the survey that I got from J's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever said, you'll never love again?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Is there anything bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there something you wanna let go of?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do the old songs you had in your past really remind you of the memories?&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How important is "Trust"?&lt;br /&gt;Very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How do you learn to forget?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Is crying a sign of weakness?&lt;br /&gt;Not. When I'm happy, I will cry too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you always regret?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you believe that absence makes the heart grow fonder?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you believe that you have a guardian angel?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you find your ex's new gf/bf good looking?&lt;br /&gt;Mostly are single, But the rest with are ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What will you do if you're stuck in the elevator with someone you don't like?&lt;br /&gt;Entertain us in order to make them feel safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever wanted someone but you can’t have him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever said 'I love you' but you lied?&lt;br /&gt;There's only three time. To a guy named G, J &amp;amp; a girl named A (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you ever want to go back in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, to 20 November 2007. (To those who know, they'll understand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you really wanna please everybody?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is waiting ever okay?&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is alright for me, if the person is him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Right now, where do you wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;With him. Right by his side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When is enough, enough?&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you so sick and tired of?&lt;br /&gt;The everyday oh-so-same life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What made you smile today?&lt;br /&gt;1. Dream of him, 2. I did not late, 3. Joo kiat stupid explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is looking good important?&lt;br /&gt;40% of look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you listen to love songs when you’re down?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Always, because I only know how to cry whenever I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;I got everything a normal human have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you agree that men are polygamous by nature?&lt;br /&gt;There are some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you believe in forever?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;12-10 working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you say sorry first?&lt;br /&gt;I only say sorry when I'm not wrong, I never did that if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you believe that married couples should still go out on a date?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Has someone promised you something and broke it?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. He said 'If nothing is forever, would you be my nothing'. (Although I know that he is just joking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you want to go out of the country?&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay at Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Does the rain make you gloomy?&lt;br /&gt;Rain makes me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. For now, what is the one thing that you want so bad?&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Wishing you were with?&lt;br /&gt;Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-2364207352081188316?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/2364207352081188316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=2364207352081188316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/2364207352081188316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/2364207352081188316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-my-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-7256539283392893777</id><published>2008-12-22T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:05:57.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sakura&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; suspended on Wednesday (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which I supposed to go far-east @&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12pm&lt;/span&gt;). I woke up late, at half past twelve, when I'm ready to go work. Out of guilt ridden because I'm late (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela, My supervisor called to reminded me a night before not to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt;) I called back Sakura, My own outlet, To inform that I'm late. I know that it's all my fault that Far-east Sakura is busy like hell cause of shortage staff. But which part of yourself think you're good too? Think back, that time when there's only 2 stable part-timer staff that works for you. That no matter what, when you called they'll be there for you. although, the fact is that there's still shortage of staff. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But your repaying us is Half an hour break if there's a crowd, more than 2 hours break if there's no crowd, Ask us to go home when there's really no customer, Give us attitude when you get scolding from the management, Complain about us all at one go to the management which will make them thing that we've made a lot of mistake when it happens only once in a while&lt;/span&gt;. A lot more which is more than just elaborate. I'm not going to scold vulgarities like I always do, not to be like you both. But I have to tell you both coquettish shrew that you both do no appreciate, never appreciate, &amp;amp; will never going to appreciate. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miss A&lt;/span&gt;, called me on Saturday to ask me go Buangkok Sakura @ 6/6.30pm. In a very not sincere way of speaking, She even gives me a very unpleasant tone when I rejected her. I couldn't reach there in time because I'm going church with Sherry, I promised her that I will go, &amp;amp; I could not bring myself to just leave like that. The very same that I could not bring myself to cancel my schedule when it's weekend, no matter how urgent I'm in. You all never think about what we think. &amp;amp; you shamelessly say that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NP Sakura&lt;/span&gt; is a big family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Like what I stated in one of my post, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I decide to give up&lt;/span&gt;. But whenever I wanted to, I find myself keep thinking back to the past. How we used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;, How we used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; how I used to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; at night. I finally saw you that very day. The very day that I'm waiting for it to come since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23'October&lt;/span&gt;. I sitting there waiting for you to come cause I believe you will come. I'm so glad that you came. But not a glance of yours meets mine. Maybe, only maybe, that you took a very fast glance at me which doesn't means anything. But in both heart of us knows that it doesn't means anything, just like how a glance is spelled &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;c &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. From my glance of you, which finally makes me realise that I will never gonna forget you.. Never. But my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;admiration&lt;/span&gt; for you will only be deep inside my heart. Which nobody understands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-7256539283392893777?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/7256539283392893777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=7256539283392893777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/7256539283392893777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/7256539283392893777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/12/sakura-i-got-suspended-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-8959534548693971255</id><published>2008-12-16T04:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:06:03.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edited)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get to sleep and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; no idea why. I've been turning left and right on my bed since this morning when i get back to my room. I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; sleepless night, i &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; to stay up all the way till morning without you to ring me up anytime, without you to ask what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; doing and without you to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; private person anyway, so you won't get to understand&lt;em&gt; anything&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; by reading my blog. I've so many things to post about. But when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; ready to update my blog, nothing came into my mind. Everything seems to be changing, there's nothing interesting going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are consequences if you lie, but what's the consequences of telling the truth? The fact is &lt;em&gt;truth&lt;/em&gt; hurts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more than those &lt;em&gt;lies&lt;/em&gt;. If i have a chance, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; tell &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt; straight about what's going on. I don't like keeping people in the dark, too. And i hate the feeling when i have to keep things to myself, i don't feel good at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming down from anything is a heavy feeling. Like when you've been happy all the while and you thought that it will keep going. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sucha&lt;/span&gt; painful landing when you came crashing back down to &lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt;. We won't notice how much we rely on something or someone, until it's gone.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Time passes by, we can't just&lt;strong&gt; undo&lt;/strong&gt; the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; and now you've &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;. They think they know what they want, and go for it. But when they realised that whatever it is they went for, isn't what they really want. And somehow you're in the middle of it all. In the end, you're one whose left all dazed and wondering what just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like another &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;silly &amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;naive girl, dreaming of an impossible dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; too free now, that's why i post &lt;em&gt;nonsense &lt;/em&gt;again. I've no idea what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about. Okay, i think i should try sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f___. It's &lt;strong&gt;4.30 am&lt;/strong&gt; right now. I tried to get some sleep at 7 pm just now, but i just can't fall asleep no matter what. Shit. I'm suffering from insomnia &lt;em&gt;once again&lt;/em&gt; and it's another sleepless night&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/5412939671098388860-8959534548693971255?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/8959534548693971255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=8959534548693971255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/8959534548693971255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/8959534548693971255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-last-time-edited-i-just-cant-get-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-5440102949752073636</id><published>2008-12-07T04:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:07:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;可能是因为还年轻吧,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;爱上的人不容易忘记,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;也不一定是最适合自己的.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我想也是时候放开了.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself several time to give up. But I don't know, It's just so hard to. Because I'm young, things are so hard to forget. Before I fell in love with you, before I'm so head over heels over you. I was such a cheerful person. Now, when I even look into my own reflection, I couldn't find myself anymore. I'm not me anymore. After I did, everything surrounded me change. But I still didn't notice, didn't care. Not until friends told me that, you've changed. Still I didn't care, yet telling myself that 'you are the one who change bimbo'. I admit I did that. Perhaps, It's me, myself, not willing to change. Maybe It's me, who doesn't want to stop loving you. All I know is, I'll now try, to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-5440102949752073636?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/5440102949752073636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=5440102949752073636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/5440102949752073636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/5440102949752073636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-7258980479358456044</id><published>2008-12-06T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:07:41.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw what you tag at her blog just now.&lt;br /&gt;I saw how you called her like you'll never to me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so jealous, but I don't wanna be her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be her for you to like me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so badly for you to like me for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't seems to understand this, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;You don't seems to change at all, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;You never change, don't seems to change at all?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am so naive, thinking that you will, for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我, 看到你在她的网络留言.&lt;br /&gt;我, 看到你对她的称呼, 是我没有的.&lt;br /&gt;我, 很嫉妒她, 可是我不想是她.&lt;br /&gt;我, 不想变成她让你喜欢我.&lt;br /&gt;我, 很希望你会喜欢这样的我.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你, 很象一点都不了解, 是吧?&lt;br /&gt;你, 很象一点都没有变到, 是吧?&lt;br /&gt;你, 没有改变, 一点都没有?&lt;br /&gt;可是, 天真的我, 以为你会? 为了我?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-7258980479358456044?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/7258980479358456044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=7258980479358456044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/7258980479358456044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/7258980479358456044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-saw-what-you-tag-at-her-blog-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-7431697806734299768</id><published>2008-11-22T01:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:05:19.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My emotion starts to get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;It's so unpredictable, so irritable at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that he starts to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention yesterday, he took the initiative.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so nervous that I'm running out of words to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you wouldn't have criticized me as an pea-sized brain,&lt;br /&gt;If you ever seen our conversation yesterday, for heaven sake.&lt;br /&gt;On the same time, I'm also afraid of saying th wrong things.&lt;br /&gt;That makes him stop replying me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;like he always does&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I more than just happy, that things between us are getting better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for work....&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously sucks like no mother.&lt;br /&gt;Although I get to train the new staff,&lt;br /&gt;Which is the only thing that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I've been late, really late these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I only reach there by 1 plus when I'm supposed t work at 12.&lt;br /&gt;I get scoldings everyday from supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I just hate myself for being late. I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:corbel;"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:corbel;"&gt;I remember, that you asked me twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:corbel;"&gt;Who am I always refering to, that I loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:corbel;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'll always tell you it's secret, which is not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:corbel;"&gt;I don't believe that you don't know, I like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:corbel;"&gt;I don't believe that you don't know, I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:corbel;"&gt;I can't believe that you don't know, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:corbel;"&gt;&amp;amp; I, infact, always finding t proper way to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;That I always love you, that I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:corbel;"&gt;[/edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-7431697806734299768?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/7431697806734299768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=7431697806734299768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/7431697806734299768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/7431697806734299768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-emotion-starts-t-get-on-my-nerves.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-2253447491020384100</id><published>2008-11-07T02:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:08:00.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: corbel; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm so happy, bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Tears suddenly dropped,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; emotion overwhelm.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt so happy.&lt;br /&gt;It feels great.&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been like this for long.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Night night, sweet dreams :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-2253447491020384100?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/2253447491020384100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=2253447491020384100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/2253447491020384100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/2253447491020384100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-happy-bodoh.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-7908397298178408227</id><published>2008-11-04T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:08:44.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, so sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wondering why I had not blogged for so long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had been sick for days already, yes, the fever is back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haunting me! Cough still lingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no choice but to work everyday, as they can't do without me.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps? I don't know. They don't seems to be lacking of applications.&lt;br /&gt;Why always me the one who work like shits, bodoh.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; fcuk that shukor t hell, he makes me even more sick.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'll be working everyday, things will get better by days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I want t buy/do lots of things during this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;So no matter what, I'm gonna work the hell out of it this month :D&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me out, Haaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be hard-working during this longgggggg holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;, things will be better by days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;, emotion will be under-control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;, alot of things will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I just can't forget him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't we just be back in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; talk like we used to )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-7908397298178408227?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/7908397298178408227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=7908397298178408227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/7908397298178408227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/7908397298178408227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-8023276922627955344</id><published>2008-11-01T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:08:52.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to him?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sucks, I have to admit that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless. Cried cause of a small thing. What a fucked up life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. So sad that I cried at Gina's just now.&lt;br /&gt;Sad over what? I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry. So angry that I punched and strangled pooh.&lt;br /&gt;Poor pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a blog that's dead &amp;amp; nobody visits.&lt;br /&gt;There's no point of blogging eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-8023276922627955344?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/8023276922627955344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=8023276922627955344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/8023276922627955344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/8023276922627955344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-happened-to-me-what-happened-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-4437017182180631178</id><published>2008-10-09T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:08:57.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; working &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; enough. &lt;em&gt;I'm not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a strong feeling I have to &lt;em&gt;repeat &lt;/em&gt;my year.&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My enemy confronted me today.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt; that she brought to me.&lt;br /&gt;How horrible that pain can it get. &lt;em&gt;Tell me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate 'her'. It's &lt;em&gt;menses&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop all the global warming shits.&lt;br /&gt;Stop polluting earth or we'll just &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-4437017182180631178?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/4437017182180631178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=4437017182180631178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/4437017182180631178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/4437017182180631178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-working-hard-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-3204445443363783454</id><published>2008-09-27T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:09:02.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>True love doesn't exist in this world :(&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; It doesn't pay off to be good!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢的人，不喜欢我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia is damn sick already. I think I'm dying soon :(&lt;br /&gt;Alicia is sad now. Alicia is sadddddddddddd :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions inside me:&lt;br /&gt;Why he doesn't he seems to understand. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I didn't say it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? Why? Why?&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; him so much when I know he won't like me back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deserve&lt;/span&gt; all these things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; must I be the one who's always taking the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;initiative&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; must I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; him so much when he won't even think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; must I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; him. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;It's really better to have a person who likes &amp;amp;love you.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck all these shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I should just give up on him. Just give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's treating me like a toy, he doesn't like me, I should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on luh, grow up luh alicia. We are not even together! Why MUST he message you every single day? Why must he reply every single message you sent? Why must he share his problems with you? Why must he meet you? Why must he celebrate your birthday with you? Why must he even care for you? Why?! So, stop all the annoying complains!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, why? :) We're not even together man. Haa! Got it already. We're not even together, and his actions tells me, we can never be together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice in me that starts to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just die okay, alicia. Just die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-3204445443363783454?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/3204445443363783454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=3204445443363783454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/3204445443363783454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/3204445443363783454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/09/true-love-doesnt-exist-in-this-world-it.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-2393731576008395531</id><published>2008-09-23T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:09:34.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time passed, my mind harassed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One day is one year, with every second you aren't here. Every second hurts so much more, bringing remembrance of before. With everything that happened, you knew how i felt. Every word and smile, you made my heart melt. And i can't explain, how much i need you now.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-2393731576008395531?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/2393731576008395531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=2393731576008395531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/2393731576008395531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/2393731576008395531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-passed-my-mind-harassed-one-day-is.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-426708420558670175</id><published>2008-09-22T23:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:09:26.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sick. Sick. Sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sick girl. I'm so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So sick of love songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life nowadays is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meaningless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's much more like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cycle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I do whatever I have to do and turn in for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Not really enjoying what I'm going through now.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays = Boring, chill only.&lt;br /&gt;School = Boring, STRESSED OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;WHEN CAN I GET MY PAY?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm like super duper broke now.&lt;br /&gt;This is like the 7945p947835 time I'm repeating this sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I need money urgently.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm out of job due to the freaking r-e-n-o-v-a-t-i-o-n.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone will do, just fuck it. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-426708420558670175?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/426708420558670175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=426708420558670175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/426708420558670175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/426708420558670175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/09/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412939671098388860.post-5548366007606016497</id><published>2008-09-21T20:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:09:44.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Save the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248451393953587074" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNY-vD2B34I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LtGubn-asW0/s200/dustbin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Recycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my god, what's happening to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so obessed with my &lt;em&gt;eyebrows&lt;/em&gt;, that they're becoming &lt;em&gt;thinner&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;thinner&lt;/em&gt; everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm looking at people's eyebrow (esp. girls) every now and then!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Godness, I think I'm too &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is it, my hands, are too &lt;em&gt;itchy&lt;/em&gt;? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412939671098388860-5548366007606016497?l=seventeen1710.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/feeds/5548366007606016497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5412939671098388860&amp;postID=5548366007606016497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/5548366007606016497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5412939671098388860/posts/default/5548366007606016497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seventeen1710.blogspot.com/2008/09/save-world-recycle.html' title=''/><author><name>ALICIA ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03532789418729803060</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNScDxqHAkI/AAAAAAAAACM/SjJk8iof55U/S220/fitting+room+at+northpoint+thisfashion.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0cOvyIEbdjI/SNY-vD2B34I/AAAAAAAAAC4/LtGubn-asW0/s72-c/dustbin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
