<?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-3512105326425809101</id><updated>2012-02-05T13:06:53.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a FAT girl's diary.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3707326853407519292</id><published>2011-03-01T13:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:32:47.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fo0K_n3VLG4?rel=0" frameborder="0&amp;loop=1" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3707326853407519292?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3707326853407519292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3707326853407519292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3707326853407519292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3707326853407519292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2011/03/youtube-video-player.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Fo0K_n3VLG4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4688798691552555266</id><published>2010-07-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T23:02:11.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.insing.com/news/food-and-drink-street-food/Tried-Tested-Chwee-kueh/id-c96a1a00/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.insing.com/news/food-and-drink-street-food/tried-tested-porridge/id-b8a41e00?nav=20000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4688798691552555266?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4688798691552555266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4688798691552555266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4688798691552555266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4688798691552555266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2010/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-149139392366894122</id><published>2010-04-18T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:18:56.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://video.xin.msn.com/browse/drama-tv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-149139392366894122?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/149139392366894122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=149139392366894122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/149139392366894122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/149139392366894122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2010/04/httpvideo.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4225364893332768113</id><published>2010-04-12T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:45:24.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give this a chance</title><content type='html'>http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1076053318896&amp;ref=share&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4225364893332768113?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4225364893332768113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4225364893332768113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4225364893332768113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4225364893332768113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2010/04/give-this-chance.html' title='give this a chance'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7659163550434834762</id><published>2010-03-26T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:55:13.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://c-i-o.blogspot.com/2009/09/hidden-function-in-your-sony-ericsson.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7659163550434834762?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7659163550434834762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7659163550434834762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7659163550434834762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7659163550434834762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2010/03/httpc-i-o.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7579515375220749554</id><published>2010-02-03T11:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:48:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting Masked charity singer: WATERMAN! (super touching)</title><content type='html'>"阿嬷的话"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在细汉的时阵阮阿嬷对我尚好&lt;br /&gt;甲尚好的东西拢会留乎我&lt;br /&gt;伊嘛定定带我去幼稚园看人在七桃&lt;br /&gt;看人在办公伙儿 看人在觅相找&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;伊定定跟阮说 叫阮着要好好仔读册&lt;br /&gt;呒通大汉像恁老爸仔彼呢啊狼狈ㄛ&lt;br /&gt;在彼个时阵 阮拢听拢呒&lt;br /&gt;阿嬷 你到底是在讲什么&lt;br /&gt;大汉了后 才知影阿嬷的话&lt;br /&gt;我会甲永远永远放块心肝底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想到一步一步的过去&lt;br /&gt;定定拢会乎人真难忘&lt;br /&gt;时间一分一秒块过去&lt;br /&gt;在阮的心内定定拢会想到伊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿嬷你今嘛在叨位&lt;br /&gt;阮在叫你你甘有听到&lt;br /&gt;阮的认真甲阮的成功你甘有看到&lt;br /&gt;阮在叫你你知影没&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿嬷你今嘛过的好么&lt;br /&gt;甘有人块甲你照顾&lt;br /&gt;希望后世人阮搁会冻来乎你疼&lt;br /&gt;作你永远的孙仔&lt;br /&gt;搁叫你一声阿嬷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzjZCs813M0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kzjZCs813M0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vnxfxRmxQw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vnxfxRmxQw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7579515375220749554?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7579515375220749554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7579515375220749554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7579515375220749554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7579515375220749554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2010/02/presenting-masked-charity-man-waterman.html' title='Presenting Masked charity singer: WATERMAN! (super touching)'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7030496026302900057</id><published>2010-01-31T13:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T13:44:02.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting Matsuda Satoshi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXo3V0XWI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iKQ_LTqKCtI/s1600-h/sato9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXog6O8BI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S2gJESKocdw/s1600-h/sato8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432774510288760850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXog6O8BI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S2gJESKocdw/s320/sato8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXoaBoMTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ajl42tpI5ks/s1600-h/sato7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432774508440727858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXoaBoMTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Ajl42tpI5ks/s320/sato7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXH2gEf7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/LkkGsp5-qBc/s1600-h/sato4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432773949148921778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXH2gEf7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/LkkGsp5-qBc/s320/sato4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXHgeAIKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/B4fEvlz4xfs/s1600-h/sato3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432773943234666658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXHgeAIKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/B4fEvlz4xfs/s320/sato3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXGRd43yI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UNJMZ_83rgY/s1600-h/matsuda_satoshi_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432773922027790114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXGRd43yI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UNJMZ_83rgY/s320/matsuda_satoshi_3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7030496026302900057?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7030496026302900057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7030496026302900057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7030496026302900057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7030496026302900057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/presenting-matsuda-satoshi.html' title='Presenting Matsuda Satoshi!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/S2UXog6O8BI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/S2gJESKocdw/s72-c/sato8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-9018734621168068652</id><published>2010-01-22T14:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:27:33.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long forgotten conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: [Pause] Do you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Of course I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: How much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: I don't know . . . loads. To infinity and then some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: [Contentedly] Good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: That's that sorted, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: [Playfully] So what would you do if I ever split up with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Are you going to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Then why are we talking about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: It's called conversation. People do it all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: So let me get this straight, the question is what would I do if you hypothetically dumped me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Hypothetically nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: Nothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Well, as we're mad about each other it'd take me doing something pretty stupid for you to want to get rid of me. [Pause] Like if I started biting my own toenails or something. I'd dump me if I started doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: Do you always have to be so logical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: [Laughs] I'd be devastated. Destroyed. Dismantled. And other words beginning with "D."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: But what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Do? [Pause] I would do everything in my power to get you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: Like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Climbing the highest mountain, crossing scorching deserts, fighting man-eating tigers--that sort of thing. Granted there aren't that many tigers, mountains or deserts in Muswell Hill. But you get my drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: What if the odds were impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Then I'd die trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: What if I told you I didn't love you anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: I wouldn't believe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: But you wouldn't ever give up trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Nah. Some things you can't give up on, can you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: Mr. Duffy, you've answered every single question correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Him: Great, so what do I win?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Her: Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the book "Mr Commitment" by MIKE GAYLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-9018734621168068652?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9018734621168068652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=9018734621168068652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/9018734621168068652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/9018734621168068652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-forgotten-conversation.html' title='A long forgotten conversation'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7993028108701946008</id><published>2010-01-14T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:41:57.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very interesting personality test. Try it! I think it's super accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dating.sg.msn.com/landing/cplanding.aspx?cpp=eng/prm/Short_PT_Quiz/index.html&amp;trackingid=1057843&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7993028108701946008?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7993028108701946008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7993028108701946008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7993028108701946008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7993028108701946008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/very-interesting-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6387219029502301585</id><published>2010-01-09T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:58:44.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RoyX5HreiNA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RoyX5HreiNA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6387219029502301585?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6387219029502301585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6387219029502301585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6387219029502301585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6387219029502301585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-8287085483546184793</id><published>2009-12-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T23:41:42.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/SyO5rN70CHI/AAAAAAAAAII/YtgNmk4ELvk/s1600-h/audi+log+in+problem.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414375329155516530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/SyO5rN70CHI/AAAAAAAAAII/YtgNmk4ELvk/s320/audi+log+in+problem.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-8287085483546184793?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8287085483546184793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=8287085483546184793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8287085483546184793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8287085483546184793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/SyO5rN70CHI/AAAAAAAAAII/YtgNmk4ELvk/s72-c/audi+log+in+problem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1420107797207195237</id><published>2009-11-29T15:55:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:27:12.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!! I'm declaring this blog ALIVE (imagine the word 'alive' is bold for impact ok *wink*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Hello my loyal readers,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'M BREATHING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;It's been a really long(with a capital L) time since I last blogged! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I missed blah-blahing about everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;I missed vomiting my heart out to this lifeless monitor screen in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;I missed hearing the tap taps of my fingers going non-stop on my black glossy(it is glossy I don't care) keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;I missed posting random videos, songs etc to express myself because those emotions are not best expressed in words.&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, I miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Nope, stop wondering who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;is, because it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Stop cracking your head now. There's no other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;besides&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Not convinced?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Who is that staring at the computer screen reading this right now?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;ain't I right?&lt;br /&gt;I really do miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;lots.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND NOW IM BACK TO BLOG-BLAH BLAHing&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1420107797207195237?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1420107797207195237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1420107797207195237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1420107797207195237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1420107797207195237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-declaring-this-blog-aliveimagine.html' title='!!!! I&apos;m declaring this blog ALIVE (imagine the word &apos;alive&apos; is bold for impact ok *wink*)'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7151884170929009643</id><published>2009-11-29T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:09:03.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are polar bears eating other bears? CLICK THAT LINK!</title><content type='html'>http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/34176463/ns/us_news-environment?GT1=43001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7151884170929009643?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7151884170929009643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7151884170929009643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7151884170929009643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7151884170929009643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/11/httpwww.html' title='Why are polar bears eating other bears? CLICK THAT LINK!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-472161370970622246</id><published>2009-05-31T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T14:31:27.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking Show - Sushi Rolls Game at girlGames4u.com - FREE ONLINE GAMES FOR GIRLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.girlgames4u.com/cooking-show-_u_-sushi-rolls-game.html"&gt;Cooking Show - Sushi Rolls Game at girlGames4u.com - FREE ONLINE GAMES FOR GIRLS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-472161370970622246?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/472161370970622246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=472161370970622246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/472161370970622246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/472161370970622246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/cooking-show-sushi-rolls-game-at.html' title='Cooking Show - Sushi Rolls Game at girlGames4u.com - FREE ONLINE GAMES FOR GIRLS'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-436809727603191901</id><published>2009-05-27T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T01:21:52.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wont let another minute go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vs0ZwOtr15Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vs0ZwOtr15Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste &lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;l wont let another minute go to waste&lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are something special&lt;br /&gt;To you I'd be, always faithful&lt;br /&gt;I want to be what you always needed&lt;br /&gt;Then I hope you'll see the heart in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste &lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase &lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste &lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might need time to think it over&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just fine, moving forward&lt;br /&gt;I'll ease your mind &lt;br /&gt;If you give me the chance&lt;br /&gt;I will never make you cry, c`mon lets try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste &lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase &lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste &lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy for wanting you &lt;br /&gt;baby do you feel you could want me too&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste &lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna chase &lt;br /&gt;You're the one I wanna hold&lt;br /&gt;I wont let another minute go to waste &lt;br /&gt;I want you and your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want another pretty face&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just anyone to hold&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my love to go to waste &lt;br /&gt;I want you and your beautiful soul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-436809727603191901?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/436809727603191901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=436809727603191901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/436809727603191901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/436809727603191901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wont-let-another-minute-go-to-waste-i.html' title='I wont let another minute go to waste, I want you and your beautiful soul'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3549261323982560359</id><published>2009-05-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:41:33.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This book looks interesting. *hint hint*</title><content type='html'>http://www.amazon.com/Dr-Quantums-Little-Book-Ideas/dp/1930491085/ref=sr_1_1/180-4972183-5208566?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1242658536&amp;sr=1-1#&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3549261323982560359?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3549261323982560359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3549261323982560359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3549261323982560359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3549261323982560359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-book-looks-interesting-hint-hint.html' title='This book looks interesting. *hint hint*'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7893522704168804174</id><published>2009-05-14T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:06:28.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Breast Cancer Myths</title><content type='html'>http://health.msn.com/health-topics/breast-cancer/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100236200&amp;gt1=31024&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7893522704168804174?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7893522704168804174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7893522704168804174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7893522704168804174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7893522704168804174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-breast-cancer-myths.html' title='10 Breast Cancer Myths'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6324253675929160675</id><published>2009-05-11T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:05:58.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION PPL</title><content type='html'>This is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/SggZZ1js5WI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GwV4K8U4nQw/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/SggZZ1js5WI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GwV4K8U4nQw/s320/DSC00150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334541690284598626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6324253675929160675?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6324253675929160675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6324253675929160675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6324253675929160675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6324253675929160675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/attention-ppl.html' title='ATTENTION PPL'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/SggZZ1js5WI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GwV4K8U4nQw/s72-c/DSC00150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4212174368078564312</id><published>2009-05-10T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:06:41.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4212174368078564312?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4212174368078564312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4212174368078564312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4212174368078564312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4212174368078564312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/myspace-playlist-at-mixpod.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1754558668737539607</id><published>2009-05-05T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:52:39.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can someone tell us why we let the ocean die</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKMoHLxDncU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKMoHLxDncU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1754558668737539607?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1754558668737539607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1754558668737539607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1754558668737539607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1754558668737539607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/can-someone-tell-us-why-we-let-ocean.html' title='Can someone tell us why we let the ocean die'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3961720860943372653</id><published>2009-04-20T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:13:04.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfPeprQ7oGc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DfPeprQ7oGc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3961720860943372653?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3961720860943372653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3961720860943372653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3961720860943372653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3961720860943372653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1943976189836848506</id><published>2009-03-28T20:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:36:06.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A cute song from DMC.</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vAEXXESZ-BY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;autoplay=0&amp;loop=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how he dances! SUPER CUTE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbE-CvRBB6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1943976189836848506?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1943976189836848506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1943976189836848506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1943976189836848506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1943976189836848506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/03/cute-song-from-dmc.html' title='A cute song from DMC.'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6072302258466695052</id><published>2009-03-24T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:26:12.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feed your face</title><content type='html'>http://health.msn.com/health-topics/slideshow.aspx?cp-documentid=100232095&amp;imageindex=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6072302258466695052?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6072302258466695052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6072302258466695052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6072302258466695052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6072302258466695052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/03/feed-your-face.html' title='Feed your face'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2338127248522280780</id><published>2009-03-24T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:25:52.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heathly habits that aren't</title><content type='html'>http://health.msn.com/health-topics/slideshow.aspx?cp-documentid=100163331&amp;imageindex=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2338127248522280780?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2338127248522280780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2338127248522280780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2338127248522280780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2338127248522280780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/03/heathly-habits-that-arent.html' title='Heathly habits that aren&apos;t'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4673782220891194916</id><published>2009-03-09T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:43:48.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How much does it cost to buy a day worth of time</title><content type='html'>hey guys, i really have no time for everything. whatever happens to taking in the scent of roses and slowing down the walk of life? this cant be true. fast enough, i might be dying before i even know it. just let me buy a day worth of time to enjoy myself and find back the joys of living. and breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4673782220891194916?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4673782220891194916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4673782220891194916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4673782220891194916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4673782220891194916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-much-does-it-cost-to-buy-day-worth.html' title='How much does it cost to buy a day worth of time'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4956585483340033189</id><published>2009-02-14T17:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:35:47.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is my reflection someone I don't know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qp_-sgX0M0I&amp;amp;hl=&amp;loop=0&amp;autoplay=0" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;autoplay=" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me,&lt;br /&gt;I will never pass for a perfect bride,&lt;br /&gt;or a perfect daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Can it be, I'm not meant to play this part?&lt;br /&gt;Now I see,&lt;br /&gt;That if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight, back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is my reflection someone I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Somehow I cannot hide, who I am&lt;br /&gt;though I've tried.&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show who I am inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show who I am inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4956585483340033189?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4956585483340033189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4956585483340033189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4956585483340033189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4956585483340033189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-at-me-i-will-never-pass-for.html' title='Why is my reflection someone I don&apos;t know?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7768541554214847546</id><published>2009-02-12T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:46:26.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>If love is shelter, I'm gonna walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;If love is a red dress, well, dress me in rags.&lt;br /&gt;If love is Aces, give me the Jack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7768541554214847546?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7768541554214847546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7768541554214847546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7768541554214847546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7768541554214847546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6175929153289531434</id><published>2009-02-11T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:08:40.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sry to all those who care abt me</title><content type='html'>i just cant take it anymore.......................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6175929153289531434?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6175929153289531434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6175929153289531434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6175929153289531434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6175929153289531434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/sry-to-all-those-who-care-abt-me.html' title='Sry to all those who care abt me'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2960056676890813088</id><published>2009-02-02T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:34:47.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care.</title><content type='html'>I don't care that I have tons of hw due tomorrow. I don't care about the fact that I'm not starting on it. I don't care if my teacher scolds me tomorrow. I don't care if I need to copy pages of time magazine articles. I just don't care because I have recieved my first written warning for absence from NAPFA Intensive Training Programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have not attended the NAPFA Intensive Training Programme on which and which dates. You are to serve detention at the following dates. Any further absenteeism for the above programme will result in you having to serve at least 1 week of in-house suspension and you might not be eligible to sit for the year end examinations if you continue to be recalcitrant and truant from lessons. We hope that you will improve on your self-discipline and take this first warning seriously and attend all lessons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I still have to acknowlege.&lt;br /&gt;" I acknowledge that I was truant from the above mentioned lessons. I'm aware that I will have to serve at least one week of in-house suspension the next time I am truant and that AI may not be eligible to sit for the year end examinations if I continue to be truant from my lessons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed by my parent's acknowledgement.&lt;br /&gt;" I acknowledge that my child named above was truant from his/her lesson as stipulated above. I am also aware that he/she will have to serve in-house suspension the next time he/she is truant from lessons and that he/she may not be egligible to sit for the year end examinations if he/she continues to be recalcitrant and truant from lesson again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I gave myself a few options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option number one: Which is the most commonly agreeable one. And that is to attend all trainings. Maybe I could never live till valentine's day. Possibly already broken a leg or fractured my arm due to the intensive trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option number two: Find a way to get PMC (permanent medicial condition) so that I can escape from NAPFA. Like for example, sprain my back or get close to smokers to get asthma hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option number three: The most feasible one. Continue to go for trainings but if I missed one by fate. Then I'll gladly serve one week or more in-house suspension. Better yet, be ineligible to sit for end of year's examinations. Now, that settles and ends all my problems and stressful life right now, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This warning letter comes as a calling for me to stop studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Perharps the nature of many forces(whatever they may be) are telling me to stop doing what I do not like. For the first time in my life to achieve something great. And that is to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;stand up for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2960056676890813088?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2960056676890813088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2960056676890813088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2960056676890813088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2960056676890813088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-care.html' title='I don&apos;t care.'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7827203657194916098</id><published>2009-01-29T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:29:19.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things that you probably do not want to know about me</title><content type='html'>1. I don't like my home.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate the one and only one person who lives with me.&lt;br /&gt;3. I make it a point to remember words that people have said to hurt me. To me, words that hurt are like wounds on a beating heart, they can be heeled but never totally. &lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not a fan of living though I'm not looking forward to death.&lt;br /&gt;5. And everything in between just stresses me out.&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate myself for not being able to control my tears well.&lt;br /&gt;7. When things go wrong, I secretly blame myself for them. (Is this a sign of depression? Someone enlighten me.)&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm actually afraid of feeling nothing.( When I'm dead I suppose)&lt;br /&gt;9. I believe in fairy  tales. But I also believe they won't happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;10. I love eating because it makes me feel in control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7827203657194916098?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7827203657194916098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7827203657194916098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7827203657194916098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7827203657194916098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-things-that-you-probably-do-not-want.html' title='10 things that you probably do not want to know about me'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6479732590391287831</id><published>2009-01-26T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:26:41.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.glamour.com/beauty/blogs/girls-in-the-beauty-department/2009/01/mac-cosmetics-says-hello-kitty.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6479732590391287831?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6479732590391287831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6479732590391287831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6479732590391287831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6479732590391287831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4564993869325054078</id><published>2009-01-24T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T14:18:26.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 easy ways to lose 5 pounds! ITS TRUE!</title><content type='html'>http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/health/advice/dropfive/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4564993869325054078?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4564993869325054078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4564993869325054078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4564993869325054078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4564993869325054078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/01/30-easy-ways-to-lose-5-pounds-its-true.html' title='30 easy ways to lose 5 pounds! ITS TRUE!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3234261680406222641</id><published>2009-01-13T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:24:19.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must constantly be motivated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3234261680406222641?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3234261680406222641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3234261680406222641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3234261680406222641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3234261680406222641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-must-constantly-be-motivated.html' title='I must constantly be motivated!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6616972883667545297</id><published>2009-01-11T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:11:14.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why lying can actually help you lose weight</title><content type='html'>http://health.msn.com/weight-loss/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100230651&amp;gt1=31044&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6616972883667545297?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6616972883667545297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6616972883667545297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6616972883667545297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6616972883667545297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-lying-can-actually-help-you-lose.html' title='Why lying can actually help you lose weight'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-8935143312121796217</id><published>2009-01-07T17:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:07:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math is driving me crazy...</title><content type='html'>You might actually think math is a guy's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-8935143312121796217?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8935143312121796217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=8935143312121796217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8935143312121796217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8935143312121796217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/01/math-is-driving-me-crazy.html' title='Math is driving me crazy...'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3712069958682398870</id><published>2009-01-01T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:36:36.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck Food for New Year Day all over the world!</title><content type='html'>1. Noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many Asian countries, long noodles are eaten on New Year's Day in order to bring a long life. One catch: You can't break the noodle before it is all in your mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Black-Eyed Peas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A common good luck food in the southern United States, black-eyed peas are thought to bring prosperity, especially when served with collard greens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cabbage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Germany, Ireland, and parts of the United States, cabbage is associated with luck and fortune since it is green and resembles money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lentils!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought to resemble coins, lentils are eaten throughout Italy for good fortune in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pomegranate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long associated with abundance and fertility, pomegranates are eaten in Turkey and other Mediterranean countries for luck in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In North America, Asia, and Europe, people eat fish to celebrate the new year. In some countries, people associate fish with moving forward into the new year since fish swim forward. Other people think fish symbolize abundance since they swim in schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from &lt;em&gt;http://www.delish.com/entertaining-ideas/holidays/new-years-eve/good-luck-foods-new-years?GT1=47006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3712069958682398870?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3712069958682398870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3712069958682398870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3712069958682398870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3712069958682398870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-luck-food-for-new-year-day-all.html' title='Good Luck Food for New Year Day all over the world!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-623893180083129467</id><published>2008-12-30T15:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T16:16:01.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEING TAGGED AGAIN??????</title><content type='html'>Woohoo, I'm being tagged again! This was probably a few weeks ago, but as busy as Im (getting Christmas goodies, eating them, getting FAT and merry), you can't blame me for replying late. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tag me this quiz was?&lt;br /&gt;Sijie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.The r/s between you and her is?&lt;br /&gt;She's my one-day-don't-blog-will-die-de cousin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Your impression of her is?&lt;br /&gt;One day don't blog will die de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.The most memorable thing she has done for you is?&lt;br /&gt;Always not forgetting to buy me souveinirs whenever she goes out of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing she has said to you is?&lt;br /&gt;你不会去死更好. (Heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.If she becomes your lover, will you?&lt;br /&gt;Hee, that's a funny question. Complete your sentence, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.If she becomes your lover, things that she needs to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;Things you(whoever that created this list) need to improve on if you become my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spare a thought for others because not everyone is as free as you.&lt;br /&gt;2. My advice, take up some English Enrichment Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop being such a KPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If she becomes your enemy, will you?&lt;br /&gt;My ambition is not to be an English teacher so I shall stop correcting your usage of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;Most probably I did not reply her tags for too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.The most desired thing you wanna do for her is?&lt;br /&gt;Buy her unlimited number of A-cash cards and unlimited supply of contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Your overall impression of her is?&lt;br /&gt;Very sporty. A typical conversation with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sijie: Aiya, find one day we go play basketball la.&lt;br /&gt;FAT GIRL：Huh, basketball ah, I don't really like leh.&lt;br /&gt;Sijie: Come la, play la, set ah? Can grow taller de.&lt;br /&gt;FAT GIRL: Please la, I can never grow anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Sijie: Set la set la. *runs off to check out the new coloured contact lens*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.How do you think the people around feel for you?&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm a FAT GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.The character you love about yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;Always willing to help. (when my tummy is satisfied which it never will be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.On the contrary, what about the character you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;My tummy can never be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;Myself. I really love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.For the people whom i love, care and concern for, say something to them?&lt;br /&gt;I give my apologies, I'm never such a mushy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Name any 10 people you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Sijie&lt;br /&gt;2.Myself&lt;br /&gt;3.Bernard&lt;br /&gt;4.Molly&lt;br /&gt;5.Qiuyin&lt;br /&gt;6.Yinghui&lt;br /&gt;7.Jingwen&lt;br /&gt;8.Aileen&lt;br /&gt;9.Wen Min&lt;br /&gt;10.Astrogirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Who is number 6 having r/s with?&lt;br /&gt;Must be one of her JC mates. WAIT, maybe more then one! She's constantly saying she will miss all the guys when they need to enter NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Is number 9 male or female?&lt;br /&gt;Move you eyeballs up a little, use a little common sense and you could get the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.If number 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think number 7 will say, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What is number 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;What am I studying about? How to store fats only at places they are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.When is the last time you speak to number 3?&lt;br /&gt;Last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What kind of music band do number 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;She dislikes bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Does number 1 have any sibling?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Will you woo number 3?&lt;br /&gt;If he can stop being so pro in the Forest of Patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.How about number 7?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Woo her for the sake of free pasta and apple crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Is number 3 single?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.What is the surname of number 5?&lt;br /&gt;Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What is the hobby of number 10?&lt;br /&gt;Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Does number 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;Yes they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Where is number 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSITY OF SOUTH AUSTRALIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Talk something casually about number 1.&lt;br /&gt;A fan of contact lens and ear piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Have you tried developing feelings for number 6?&lt;br /&gt;OH YES. I will fallen in love with her ability to talk a lot even when there is really nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Where does number 2 lives at?&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSITY OF SOUTH AUSTRALIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.What colour does number 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;The colours of all flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Are number 5 and 1 good friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, gd friends. They don't even know each other too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Is number 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;WOO, to her Jay Chou, she must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.What is number 6 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Living in her world of Taiwan drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, 38 questions, what a nice number. Thanks ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-623893180083129467?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/623893180083129467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=623893180083129467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/623893180083129467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/623893180083129467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-tagged-again.html' title='BEING TAGGED AGAIN??????'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-5259073002294777154</id><published>2008-12-14T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:08:07.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOHOO 100 questions here I come!</title><content type='html'>Heehee,I'm not tagged to do this but I just want to. So here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What makes you smile?&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I know I will eventually die one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you ever turn off your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm one busy woman. So I guess the answer is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping duh. Who will be up so early on a nice sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.When did you just cry?&lt;br /&gt;Last monday. It's because my mum said something nasty about me which I shouldn't elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even like peanut butter unless it is with crunchy bits. So, there is no favourite thing I like to eat with peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;I want lots of things. Whether it's something that can be touched or something that can't be. I cant possibly write a list here. It would cost a library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do u carry an umbrella when it rains or just put on a hood?&lt;br /&gt;Unless I seriously want to impress myself by proving that im supergirl, I would carry an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What's your favourite thing to put on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;My body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WHAT BOTTOM. YOU WANT TO DIE IS IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is the nicest text in your inbox says?&lt;br /&gt;It says "Yes you're different, in a nice way, in a special way..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's something I always do. For example, I would tell my friend I don't know him when he does things that are too childish. And, I would tell my mum I'm not her daughter when I'm really pissed. These makes relationships complicated, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Are you wearing something that you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;Are you living in a body that belongs to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What was the movie you last caught?&lt;br /&gt;Get Smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;My spirit that never says die but gives up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Some funny chinese translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Ai wu li. I don't know why. I just happened to be singing one sentence just a minute ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nice names?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Like Cute little fat girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What was the last received text msg?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember. It was deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I can't see in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But I won't be after one second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;My Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Do you eat whipped cream straight away from the can?&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Who did you talk on phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;A stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.What is bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;That someone might wait a lifetime just for me to find him in United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Who was the last person you had a missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;Bernard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, uncountable times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What annoys you the most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who keeps talking nonsense and continues on and on like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Do you have any crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually crush on anyone. I prefer to punch them, kick them or smash them on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;Done what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;Green apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Would you kill someone you really hate for a billion dollar?&lt;br /&gt;Depends how you want me to kill that person. I wouldn't have enough courage to stab that person, but I certainly can poison him with a drug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you believe in the saying 'talk is cheap'?&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Who was the last person that lay on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;You already said it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Who was the last person who hugged you?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot. That was years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;If you consider sleeping, eating, and breathing a life. Yes I do have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Have you ever think someone died but they didnt?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, tell me. Do you think I'm that bad a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a profile song as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh. I need to recall. Oh ya, I saw myself in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.Last time you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Any stalkers here? Tell me when did I last smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Have you ever changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;Change what? Change clothes definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;The sound of air-con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Are you talking to someone doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Do you mean am I talking to someone while I answer this list of questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Unless I'm blind, I would prefer to see where I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Is there any quote you lived by?&lt;br /&gt;If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.What would you do if someone whom you hate ask for your forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;I'll forgive him. Seriously, there is no point in hating someone when the one that you should hate most is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.What is the worst idea you have this week?&lt;br /&gt;Deciding to do these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to time contraints, I shall continue the remaining questions tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-5259073002294777154?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5259073002294777154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=5259073002294777154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5259073002294777154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5259073002294777154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo-100-questions-here-i-come.html' title='WOOHOO 100 questions here I come!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7653863900254935553</id><published>2008-12-07T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:29:26.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly me to the moon</title><content type='html'>Taken from "&lt;em&gt;A place called here&lt;/em&gt;" by Cecelia Ahern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One by one the people explained how they had arrived HERE. It was an emotional experience. Some had been here only a few years, others over a decade, yet the realisation of never returning home was still raw. There were tears from many, as usual, but none from me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was as though by the time my tears worked their way from my heart to my eyes, they had evaporated and drifted into the air as sad vapours instead.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" No, the age gap didn't matter, it had never mattered. The years weren't the problem; it was the time that was the fault. This new relationship existed without a ticking clock. There were no long hand to dictate the end of a converstaion. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I could not be saved by the proverbial bell&lt;/span&gt;. He could access me at all times. Of course I ran."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" There's a fine line between love and hate. Love frees a soul and in the same breath can sometimes suffocate it. I walked that tightrope with all the gracefullness of an elephant, my head hoisting me to the side of love. It was a wobbly journey and sometimes I fell. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I fell for long periods of time but never for too long&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Never for as long as this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm not asking to be liked. I've never yearned to be liked, nor am I asking to be understood; I've never been that either. When I behaved that way, when I left his bed, let go of his hand. hung up the phone and closed the door behind me, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;even I had difficulty liking me&lt;/span&gt;, understanding me. But it's just how I was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Never easier but a little less hard, perharps. It's always at the forefront of my mind, every single waking and sleeping moment. The hurt begins to evaporate so that it's always there in the air around me, ready to rain down when I least expect it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Then when the hurt goes, anger takes its place, when the anger runs out of steam, loneliness steps in to take over&lt;/span&gt;. It's a neverending circle of emotions; every lost emotion being replaced by another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" We said we would meet again but we made no arrangements. Not out of any badness between us, but because I felt it had all been said, or not said but understood, and she probably did too. To know she was there was enough, and for her to know I was around probably was too. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes that's all people ever really need. Just to know&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7653863900254935553?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7653863900254935553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7653863900254935553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7653863900254935553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7653863900254935553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/12/fly-me-to-moon.html' title='Fly me to the moon'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1199985211384747396</id><published>2008-12-01T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:15:35.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celine Dion - My heart will go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipMNbf4hb28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipMNbf4hb28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song itself is just GREAT. And when Celine Dion sings it live, its...its...I cant find a word to describe. When I first watched, my eyes were glued to the computer screen for a FULL FIVE MINUTES! Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I see you, I feel you,&lt;br /&gt;That is how I know you go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far across the distance&lt;br /&gt;And spaces between us&lt;br /&gt;You have come to show you go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near, far, wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the heart does go on&lt;br /&gt;Once more you open the door&lt;br /&gt;And youre here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And my heart will go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can touch us one time&lt;br /&gt;And last for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;And never let go till were gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was when I loved you&lt;br /&gt;One true time I hold to&lt;br /&gt;In my life well always go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near, far, wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the heart does go on&lt;br /&gt;Once more you open the door&lt;br /&gt;And youre here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And my heart will go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre here, theres nothing I fear,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that my heart will go on&lt;br /&gt;Well stay forever this way&lt;br /&gt;You are safe in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And my heart will go on and on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1199985211384747396?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1199985211384747396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1199985211384747396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1199985211384747396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1199985211384747396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/12/celine-dion-my-heart-will-go-on.html' title='Celine Dion - My heart will go on'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3400421015334772732</id><published>2008-11-25T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T00:00:04.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are the practical type, torn between prosaic and idealistic issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In affairs of the heart, your romantic tendencies are tempered somewhat by common sense, probably painfully earned. You may have idealized a past partner only to be crushed by the utter lack of romance that eventually occurred. You sometimes catch yourself daydreaming about a romantic rendezvous, but you force yourself to snap out of it before things get too crazy. If someone offered to make the moves on you, you certainly wouldn't resist, but you might wonder if you'd forever be held up to that same standard. You know that life isn't a fairy tale, but you sometimes wish it could be. Don't fret. You may have your head in the clouds, but your feet are firmly planted on the ground. You feel that romance isn’t something to be taken lightly, although you’d make the effort for a special someone, and you’d certainly appreciate it if someone did the same for you. It’s just that those kinds of people don’t come along too often. But they do come along every once in a while, and when they do, come up with your own way to romance them rather than relying on the nearest florist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3400421015334772732?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3400421015334772732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3400421015334772732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3400421015334772732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3400421015334772732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-practical-type-torn-between.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2749282698740171905</id><published>2008-11-24T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:59:32.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is extremely cute! &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJbshSc2hiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJbshSc2hiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2749282698740171905?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2749282698740171905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2749282698740171905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2749282698740171905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2749282698740171905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-extremely-cute.html' title='This is extremely cute! &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1093130052447239826</id><published>2008-11-23T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:10:30.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place called here from Cecelia Ahern</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;" I can only assume that there's one thing more frustrating than not being able to find someone, and that's not being found. I would want someone to find me, more than anything."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1093130052447239826?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1093130052447239826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1093130052447239826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1093130052447239826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1093130052447239826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/place-called-here-from-cecelai-ahern.html' title='A place called here from Cecelia Ahern'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-9222395565269092901</id><published>2008-11-23T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:08:05.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wondered why do we repeat emotional mistakes?</title><content type='html'>Humans naturally want to trust and love. We want to believe that the good in everyone will prevail, and it's devastating to come to grips with the fact that you may have misjudged someone. This is why we are prone to repeat emotional mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-9222395565269092901?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9222395565269092901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=9222395565269092901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/9222395565269092901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/9222395565269092901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/ever-wondered-why-do-we-repeat.html' title='Ever wondered why do we repeat emotional mistakes?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2825504069496981088</id><published>2008-11-20T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:51:00.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUYS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO READ! PART 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What to Look Out For (Continued) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Present buying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If he buys you a drink or presents you with a trival gift of some sort, that is a sign that he is interested in you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gaze:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; When you are talking to a man in a meeting,he will look at your eyes and forehead. In a social encounter, he will look at your eyes and mouth. If he likes you, he will subconsiously use a more intimate look in which his gaze focuses on your eyes but also takes in what I shall call your chest and/or what I shall call your lap. He will also be holding your gaze a smidgin longer than normal. Dilated pupils are further cues. When you are attracted to someone, your pupils open wide, so if his pupils are lardge, this is a clear sign he likes the look of you--either that or the lightbulbs need to be changed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eyebrows flash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A lightning-quick and subtle signal is when he opens his eyes wide and raises his eyebrows. Blink and you'll miss it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hands on Hips:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This is the equivalent of one of those toads inflating his neck. It makes him look bigger. If his thumbs are in his belt and his legs are spread in a cowboy posture, this is a frank courtship cluster, his thumbs pointing to and accentuating what I shall call his trouser region.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Crotch Display:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If he spreads his legs, it's rather like the market trader setting out his stall. I've seen a seated man exhibiting the crotch display slide his heels either side of the legs of the woman opposite. A very aggressive move. If this happens to you, you're definitely in business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Would you like to see my etchings?":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; He may be lacking in orginality but not in clarity. Best of luck! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Taken from " 211 things a clever girl can do".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2825504069496981088?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2825504069496981088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2825504069496981088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2825504069496981088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2825504069496981088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/guys-are-not-supposed-to-read-part-2.html' title='GUYS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO READ! PART 2'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6986990904980229687</id><published>2008-11-13T19:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:39:59.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUYS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO READ! PART I</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ATTENTION GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS ARTICLE IS FOR YOU! CONCERNS YOUR FUTURE HAPPINESS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOOKMARK IT, COPY IT OR SIMPLY JUST MEMORISE IT! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How to Tell When a Man Likes You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Women are so far ahead of men in the field of understanding and using body language that they are already at a distinct advantage. Men, bless them, are about as clever in this department as a gibbon trying to get a fistful of raisins out of a narrow jam jar. That is to say, not very. Men are also simpler than women, fancying almost all of them almost all the time and giving out fairly obvious signals. If you can spot these signals, you will be ahead of the blonde, blue-eyed, air-headed competition --always a good thing. You should therefore start from the assumption that Man A &lt;em&gt;does, &lt;/em&gt;in fact, like you. Your problem will be the common female one of Man A passing &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; acceptability tests&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;How complicated it all is. Anyway, let's not go into that but get straight on with things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;What to Look Out For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Erect posture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : The first sign that a man is taking an interest in you is that he will pull in his gut, stand or sit up more erect, and puff out his chest. He will do these things without realizing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Preening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : Just like those birds on the Discovery Channel, men go in for preening. Tie straightening is a giveaway, as is hair smoothing, cuff-link tinkering, clothes brushing and so forth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Body position&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; : If he turns his body toward you that's a positive sign. A more subtle sign is if he points his foot or feet toward you. Sometimes when trying to conceal his interest in you from someone (his girlfriend?) he will not turn toward you but will subconsciously point his foot in your direction. If you spot this, you will notice that every now and then he also glances at you. If he does, smile warmly or wink -- depending on what you think you can get away with. This should cause steam to rise from his trousers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(TO BE CONTINUED IN PART II)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6986990904980229687?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6986990904980229687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6986990904980229687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6986990904980229687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6986990904980229687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/guys-are-not-supposed-to-read-part-i.html' title='GUYS ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO READ! PART I'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7794655762237852842</id><published>2008-11-08T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:38:52.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT GIRL is HAPPY today!</title><content type='html'>Haha. today marks the end of my A-level project work! For those who do not know what is project work, here's a brief introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is the most frustationg subject you can ever study if you eventually enter a Junior College in Singapore, ranked first, closely followed by General Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Marks allocated are classified according to individual and also as a group. This means, you can &lt;strong&gt;NEVER, NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; get the grade you deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It takes up a lot of your time, whether in school or outside school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. It gives you dark eye rings, headache, symptoms of short temper. (it varies from people to people.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me tell you more about the parts of this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PI--Prelimiary Ideas &lt;br /&gt;GPP--Group Project Proposal&lt;br /&gt;WR--Written Report (includes conducting surveys and interviews)&lt;br /&gt;EoM--Evaluation of material&lt;br /&gt;InR--Insights and Reflection&lt;br /&gt;OP-Oral presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my OP. I felt especially nervous mainly because this was my first time having this type of examination. Previously, for the past 10 years of education, my examinations were all very typical. Such as, sitting in a classroom and having to do written papers. At most, it was just to read a passage in front of two examiners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this time was differnt. It was to present a speech in front of classmates (audience) and two examiners. Factors like loudness, clarity, hand gestures, facial expressions, posture are all equally important. Not to forget, there is still a Q&amp;A section after the presentation. I would say Q&amp;A is the worst because you could never really practise that. Although you could predit the questions beforehand, chances are that question could be posted to your groupmate instead of you or that you could not remember the answer you have thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to get a question that I knew how to answer. :) I feel like singing Top of the World!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7794655762237852842?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7794655762237852842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7794655762237852842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7794655762237852842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7794655762237852842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/fat-girl-is-happy-today.html' title='FAT GIRL is HAPPY today!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4811734433626688697</id><published>2008-11-04T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:33:54.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny jeans anyone?</title><content type='html'>woohoo sijie! i found a &lt;a href="http://www.shop-with-her.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that sells skinny jeans! you can get yours at only 20 dollars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4811734433626688697?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4811734433626688697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4811734433626688697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4811734433626688697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4811734433626688697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/skinny-jeans-anyone.html' title='Skinny jeans anyone?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-8626526908269604395</id><published>2008-11-04T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:00:12.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel 'pinky' today?</title><content type='html'>Haha, if you do, take a look at this &lt;a href="http://www.pinkblog.net/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-8626526908269604395?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8626526908269604395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=8626526908269604395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8626526908269604395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8626526908269604395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/11/do-you-feel-pinky-today.html' title='Do you feel &apos;pinky&apos; today?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3073166378789128956</id><published>2008-10-18T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:48:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the love?</title><content type='html'>There has been alot of times,&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted to post about how much I dislike my mother.&lt;br /&gt;But, I had always stopped myself in time.&lt;br /&gt;This is due to the following reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She is my mother(duh...ok i know). And I figured that it may be disrespectful if I blog about her, especially if I talk bad things about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I still care for her. I still want to leave some 'face' for her. (so when you start to see this post, you know what it means, my friend or a stranger-who-happened-to-be-randomly-reading-blogs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I still do not want the cyberworld and everyone connected to it(that includes you and every living soul) know how miserable I have been for the past 17 years and ?? days and ?? hours and ?? seconds. (you can calculate yourself if you have the time.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a girl who tries my very best not to show any signs of emotional weakness. I like to think of myself as a supergirl. I like to think that there is nothing I cant conquer; there is nothing I cant overcome as long as I put my heart into it. And whenever I'm feeling sad or devastated, I have always found the strength to be looking at the bright side of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to be continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever did I find such strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/MvhDGtfLoo/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/MvhDGtfLoo/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/i2peeliize/music/_e9SaJ7f/black_eyed_peas_where_is_the_love/"&gt;WHERE IS THE LOVE - BLACK EYED PEAS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3073166378789128956?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3073166378789128956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3073166378789128956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3073166378789128956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3073166378789128956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-love.html' title='Where is the love?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-613412509029095490</id><published>2008-10-03T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:09:31.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cH8QmxDJy5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cH8QmxDJy5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-613412509029095490?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/613412509029095490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=613412509029095490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/613412509029095490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/613412509029095490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-awesome.html' title='He&apos;s awesome!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-8124207591065514313</id><published>2008-09-29T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:31:40.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zax Wang singing 我爱你这样深</title><content type='html'>From 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtYps2rfVRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtYps2rfVRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-cenz9wFcg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-cenz9wFcg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-8124207591065514313?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8124207591065514313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=8124207591065514313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8124207591065514313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8124207591065514313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/zax-wang-singing.html' title='Zax Wang singing 我爱你这样深'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2417488800576572587</id><published>2008-09-28T23:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:09:25.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made this! haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gifninja.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gifninja.com/Workspace/2364f0e4-184a-4b9f-a54d-01b08ecf0a0d/output.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;gifninja.com &lt;a href="http://www.gifninja.com"&gt;Create custom animated gifs at gifninja.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gifninja.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gifninja.com/Workspace/87c059e8-69b1-4ca7-a3d6-1301135317d0/output.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;gifninja.com &lt;a href="http://www.gifninja.com"&gt;Create custom animated gifs at gifninja.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2417488800576572587?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2417488800576572587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2417488800576572587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2417488800576572587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2417488800576572587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-made-this-haha.html' title='I made this! haha'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6270607331846925585</id><published>2008-09-27T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:13:49.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what kind of man will you marry?</title><content type='html'>如果说女人是各式各样的，那么男人应该可以分为有限个类型，因为女人如水，水不停流动，辨不清方向形状，而男人如泥，却是有个模样类型可分。　　女人最关注的男人应该就是就是自己最终会嫁的男人了，现在芊予就帮你预测一下，你会嫁给什么样的男人吧。&lt;br /&gt;从这里开始：如果一位好朋友要远行，你认为他首选搭乘的交通工具是……　　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　A飞机→转到第1题　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　B轮船→转到第3题　&lt;br /&gt;　　C火车→转到第2题　　&lt;br /&gt;1．你和好朋友经常谈论的话题是：　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　彼此的心事→4　　双方的近况，和生活中的琐事→5　　&lt;br /&gt;2．你喜欢看奇幻小说吗？　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　不喜欢→5　　喜欢→4&lt;br /&gt;3．你的牙齿健康吗？&lt;br /&gt;　　不太健康，经常需要看牙医→7　　比较健康→6&lt;br /&gt;4．你和异性的初次约会，你会把地点定在：　 &lt;br /&gt;　　最新的娱乐场→9　　气氛浪漫的酒吧→8　　　　&lt;br /&gt;5．如果拥有一个花园，你希望种些什么？　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　种满玫瑰，让花园变得温馨美好→9&lt;br /&gt;　　种植各种各样的花，使花园看起来色彩缤纷，不会单调→10&lt;br /&gt;6．如果婚后和爱人出现了很大的隔阂，你会： &lt;br /&gt;　　选择离婚→10　　尽量弥补之间的落差，最好不离婚→11&lt;br /&gt;7．你认为喜欢一个人需要理由吗？ &lt;br /&gt;　　也许是需要的→12　　不需要→11&lt;br /&gt;8．你很容易接受一个人的思想吗？ &lt;br /&gt;　　不太容易→14　　容易→13　&lt;br /&gt;9．你更喜欢读哪一种类的小说？　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　《东方列车谋杀案》，《福尔摩丝探案集》→14　　《飘》，《基督山伯爵》→15&lt;br /&gt;10．你认为你自己更适合哪些形容词？ &lt;br /&gt;　　理智，成熟，冷静，沉默→16　　单纯，冲动，活泼，亲切→15&lt;br /&gt;11．你觉得养小动物是一件很麻烦的事情？ &lt;br /&gt;　　不是，是一种乐趣→17　　是→16&lt;br /&gt;12．你自认为是一个十足的唯物主义者？ &lt;br /&gt;　　不是→18　　是的→17&lt;br /&gt;13．你觉得爱情和亲情哪个比较重要？ &lt;br /&gt;　　亲情→14　　爱情→F型&lt;br /&gt;14．你喜欢称呼他人姓名的全称，还是另外起一个外号？　　　&lt;br /&gt;　　姓名的全称→G型　　外号→15&lt;br /&gt;15．你认为诚信有多重要？ &lt;br /&gt;　　非常重要→A型&lt;br /&gt;　　很重要，但有时候也可以为了更重要的事情而违背→16&lt;br /&gt;16．和爱人在一起，你会经常感到失落，并暗自流泪吗？ &lt;br /&gt;　　不会→17　　会→D型 &lt;br /&gt;17．你觉得自己很幸福吗？ &lt;br /&gt;　　不是→18　　是→C型 &lt;br /&gt;18．你觉得两个人在一起，性格互补重要，还是相近重要 &lt;br /&gt;　　相近→E型　　互补→B型&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;测试结果：&lt;br /&gt;A、内敛型男人&lt;br /&gt;　　内敛型男人在初次约会的时候也许不会完全表现出自己的情感，即使他对你好感十足，也不会勇敢到很快牵起你的手，通常他都是经过一段时间才逐渐表现出自己的爱意。而这种男人一般英俊，贵族气，有极强的绅士风度，虽然外表的情绪平静且给人一种不可接近的感觉，但内心却如同烈火，情感波涛起伏。他的话不多，但却可以说是字字珠玑，与他交谈也是妙趣横生。嫁给这样的男人是一种幸福，你可以永远生活在惊喜中，而这些惊喜都是突然降临并且是绵绵不绝的。&lt;br /&gt;B、阳光型男人&lt;br /&gt;　　嫁给这样的男人，你很容易获得快乐，因为他们的生命就如同阳光，给人以无尽的光和热，那种极强的生命力会让你们感觉到无限的希望和不断的憧憬。你并不是一个乐观的人，也很容易情绪化，所以悲伤和眼泪经常伴随着你，即使你的外表很善于隐藏，内心的感情也会受到情绪波动而起伏不断。所以你需要一个阳光型的男人陪伴在生命中，这不仅可以在你低落的时候给予你无限的鼓励，而且会逐渐转变你对人生的态度，让你潜移默化的乐观起来哦。&lt;br /&gt;C、学者型男人&lt;br /&gt;　　毫无疑问，你是一个知识女性，并且对文化有着非常执著的崇拜和热情，所以拥有一个学者型的男人为伴，可以满足你对丰富的精神世界的追求，可以让你无时无刻感受到可以让你快乐的学术气氛。休闲的时光中，唐宋诗词，天文地理；忙碌的时候，对于你的工作也是一种无穷的激励。虽然，有时候学者型的男人有些呆板，凡事不懂得变通，也许会给人以书呆子的感觉，但是对于心灵派的你来说，嫁就嫁这种男人吧。&lt;br /&gt;D、英雄型男人&lt;br /&gt;　　估计女人在很小的时候都做过嫁给英雄的梦，茫茫草原，金戈铁马，一位英武无比，无尽潇洒的英雄邀自己一同上马，从此纵横天下。这样的男人的确非常使人眷恋，那种挥之不去的崇拜之情就足以让人回味一生，而不会觉得丝毫厌烦。然而，在当今的社会中，这样的英雄型男人不可能再出现在武侠小说的环境中，他们最多具备着英雄的气质，说一不二，为朋友两肋插刀的义气。所以，虽然说嫁给这样的男人可以满足你的英雄欲望，但是一定要在生活中及时整理自己的情绪，因为生活毕竟不是武侠小说。&lt;br /&gt;E、居家型男人&lt;br /&gt;　　你是一个事业型的女性，在女权时代，也许男人并不是外出挣钱的角色，他们也可以回到家居生活的角色，做好成功的你背后的男人。所以，经常在外面打拼的你，需要的并不是传统意义上的靠山，而是一个温柔体贴，可以在生活上时时关心你，处处理解你的人。这样的男人被称为新好男人，他并不是懦弱的代名词，而是这个时代所产生出来的最先进的人类，能嫁给这样的男人是你的福气。这可以让你不仅获得自己事业上的成就感，也能体会到一份浓浓的爱意。&lt;br /&gt;F、父亲型男人&lt;br /&gt;　　这并不是说你有严重的“恋父情结”，而是你需要一个父亲般的疼爱感觉，一种恩威并重的感觉。虽然这不是夫权社会，但是每个人的心理需要是不同的，如果你喜欢被溺爱，被放任，偶尔被约束，被责问的感觉，嫁给这样一个可以为你撑起一片天的男人是再好不过了。他可以为你做很多你认为矛盾且无法思考的决定，为你挡住来自外界的一切是是非非和风风雨雨，让你可以随时变成一只倦怠的猫守在自己的粉红世界中，尽情的享受生活的宁静，这也许就是你最好的归宿。&lt;br /&gt;G、忠厚型男人&lt;br /&gt;　　很明显，你是一个头脑清晰，理智之上，对任何棘手的问题都可以在最短的时间内让他们通通迎刃而解的人。然而，由于你的才智过于聪慧，反而思考的比别人更多，更加复杂，这会让你的生活缺少很多最朴实的快乐。嫁给一个忠厚型的男人，是最好的选择，家庭中的生活可以使你远离无穷的猜心游戏，和职场中你所感受到的腥风血雨，如此，你的生活将会在健康的轨道上行驶，而不会在出现与快乐脱轨的现象。虽然，有时候这种男人表面上让人觉得愚笨且没有情趣，但也许他正是大智若愚呢。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6270607331846925585?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6270607331846925585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6270607331846925585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6270607331846925585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6270607331846925585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-kind-of-man-will-you-marry.html' title='what kind of man will you marry?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-766204606753334115</id><published>2008-09-24T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:46:01.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-global warming (super cold) blog</title><content type='html'>WARNING: THEY ARE SUPER LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://anti-global-warming.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-766204606753334115?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/766204606753334115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=766204606753334115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/766204606753334115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/766204606753334115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/anti-global-warming-super-cold-blog.html' title='Anti-global warming (super cold) blog'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6971860803710970687</id><published>2008-09-23T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:30:08.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths Online help</title><content type='html'>http://sk19math.blogspot.com/2007/05/special-angles-in-trigonometry.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6971860803710970687?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6971860803710970687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6971860803710970687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6971860803710970687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6971860803710970687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/maths-online-helps.html' title='Maths Online help'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7555398224313304719</id><published>2008-09-21T14:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:17:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How about a round of applause?</title><content type='html'>You look so dumb right now, standing outside my house&lt;br /&gt;Trying to apologize, you’re so ugly when you cry&lt;br /&gt;Please, just cut it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go&lt;br /&gt;Curtain’s finally closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a show&lt;br /&gt;Very entertaining, but it's over now.&lt;br /&gt;Go on and take a bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7555398224313304719?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7555398224313304719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7555398224313304719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7555398224313304719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7555398224313304719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-about-round-of-applause.html' title='How about a round of applause?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1402200281293686195</id><published>2008-09-19T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T01:29:58.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H2 CHEM online help</title><content type='html'>http://chemophile.pbwiki.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1402200281293686195?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1402200281293686195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1402200281293686195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1402200281293686195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1402200281293686195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/h2-chem-online-helps.html' title='H2 CHEM online help'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-8414853799013894299</id><published>2008-09-14T17:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:27:51.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flat Abs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydIzZGsqNgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ydIzZGsqNgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-8414853799013894299?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8414853799013894299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=8414853799013894299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8414853799013894299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8414853799013894299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/flat-abs.html' title='Flat Abs'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3743602284218724668</id><published>2008-09-05T14:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:04:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fake a smile so he won't see</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R7DRtl6CTqc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=0&amp;loop=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I need everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And she's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's just so funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love&lt;br /&gt;Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3743602284218724668?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3743602284218724668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3743602284218724668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3743602284218724668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3743602284218724668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-fake-smile-so-he-wont-see.html' title='I fake a smile so he won&apos;t see'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3670341179318207755</id><published>2008-09-04T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:56:24.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, the past gets washed away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3670341179318207755?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3670341179318207755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3670341179318207755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3670341179318207755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3670341179318207755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-it-rains-past-gets-washed-away.html' title='When it rains, the past gets washed away...'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1956542505473407342</id><published>2008-08-30T20:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:03:47.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think he's awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cM0NtPOO_ig&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;You're impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not what I intended&lt;br /&gt;I always swore to you I'd never fall apart&lt;br /&gt;You always thought that I was stronger&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed&lt;br /&gt;But I have loved you from the start&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you&lt;br /&gt;Over again&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me change my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or I won't live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's true&lt;br /&gt;Because a girl like you is impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So breathe in so deep&lt;br /&gt;Breathe me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;And hold onto your words&lt;br /&gt;'Cause talk is cheap&lt;br /&gt;And remember me tonight&lt;br /&gt;When you're asleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1956542505473407342?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1956542505473407342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1956542505473407342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1956542505473407342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1956542505473407342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-think-hes-awesome.html' title='I think he&apos;s awesome!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7474685723815335501</id><published>2008-08-03T14:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:40:33.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I saw this on one of my sch's tables...</title><content type='html'>Vandalised tables are the best,&lt;br /&gt;When you have feelings to express, &lt;br /&gt;And yet someone is away, &lt;br /&gt;In the month of may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this phase of life,&lt;br /&gt;There will be no more tables to vandalise&lt;br /&gt;So I'll write while I can,&lt;br /&gt;After all this ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes boring lessons can make us all writers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7474685723815335501?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7474685723815335501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7474685723815335501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7474685723815335501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7474685723815335501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-saw-this-on-one-of-my-schs-table.html' title='I saw this on one of my sch&apos;s tables...'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2408453900648235364</id><published>2008-07-05T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:55:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP OF THE WORLD =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mq5pLi0huhw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=0&amp;loop=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2408453900648235364?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2408453900648235364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2408453900648235364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2408453900648235364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2408453900648235364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-of-world.html' title='TOP OF THE WORLD =)'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4447693348571242219</id><published>2008-07-04T21:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:07:20.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait a min please, mister postman  (3 versions!)</title><content type='html'>Hey friends, Im sure you'll sway to this awesome song! &lt;br /&gt;Tell me which version you like most! &lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO! MUSIC RULES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stop)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, wait a minute Mister Postman&lt;br /&gt;(Wait)&lt;br /&gt;Wait Mister Postman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Mister Postman, look and see&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a letter in your bag for me&lt;br /&gt;(Please, Please Mister Postman)&lt;br /&gt;Why's it takin' such a long time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;For me to hear from that boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be some word today&lt;br /&gt;From my boyfriend so far away&lt;br /&gt;Pleas Mister Postman, look and see&lt;br /&gt;If there's a letter, a letter for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been standin' here waitin' Mister Postman&lt;br /&gt;So patiently&lt;br /&gt;For just a card, or just a letter&lt;br /&gt;Sayin' he's returnin' home to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mister Postman)&lt;br /&gt;Mister Postman, look and see&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a letter in your bag for me&lt;br /&gt;(Please, Please Mister Postman)&lt;br /&gt;Why's it takin' such a long time&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;For me to hear from that boy of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days you passed me by&lt;br /&gt;See the tears standin' in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You didn't stop to make me feel better&lt;br /&gt;By leavin' me a card or a letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mister Postman)&lt;br /&gt;Mister Postman, look and see&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a letter in your bag for me&lt;br /&gt;(Please, Please Mister Postman)&lt;br /&gt;Why's it takin' such a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Why don't you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta)&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;(Mister Postman)&lt;br /&gt;Mister Postman, look and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C'mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better)&lt;br /&gt;Mister Postman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nuEY6fQgzk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nuEY6fQgzk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuGgWRyhPsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GuGgWRyhPsI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHfddvbKb4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHfddvbKb4w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4447693348571242219?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4447693348571242219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4447693348571242219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4447693348571242219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4447693348571242219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-mister-postmanwait-min3-versions.html' title='Wait a min please, mister postman  (3 versions!)'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4846402328180031477</id><published>2008-06-19T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:13:17.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your daily love tarot</title><content type='html'>The Two of Wands card reversed suggests that being hung up on romantic visions or an old flame is making you feel jumpy and edgy. This tension has you seeking any outlet for myriad romantic energies. Be careful not to go overboard, and keep a fine balance between rationality and impulse, otherwise you could jump at a chance that could lead you straight into trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4846402328180031477?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4846402328180031477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4846402328180031477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4846402328180031477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4846402328180031477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-daily-love-tarot.html' title='Your daily love tarot'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1588687749033998480</id><published>2008-06-09T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T21:13:17.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLAY WITH HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="300" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,22,0" height="420"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.mindistortion.tv/pocketemo/pocketemo.swf?dataStr=4-2-1-3-0-1-1-0-1&amp;emoName=CallmeEMO" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"/&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"/&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" quality="high" width="300" src="http://www.mindistortion.tv/pocketemo/pocketemo.swf?dataStr=4-2-1-3-0-1-1-0-1&amp;emoName=CallmeEMO" wmode="transparent" height="420" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="width: 150px; position: relative; top: -405px; left: 145px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindistortion.tv"&gt;&lt;img border="0" width="150" src="http://www.mindistortion.tv/pocketemo/blank.gif" height="15"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1588687749033998480?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1588687749033998480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1588687749033998480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1588687749033998480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1588687749033998480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/06/play-with-him.html' title='PLAY WITH HIM'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7028171469556630776</id><published>2008-06-07T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:53:04.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>走过世界很多地方，然而你……却是我此生最美的风景.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在一瞬間 你和我之間&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相隔一個世紀般遙遠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幻想的時間&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;卻帶不走回憶里的畫面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是此生最美的風景&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讓我心碎卻如此著迷&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算世界動蕩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再絕望也有微笑的勇氣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是此生最美的風景&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才令我至今一再想起&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這樣愛過一個人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是多幸福的事情&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hB_D_7yXhQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hB_D_7yXhQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7028171469556630776?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7028171469556630776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7028171469556630776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7028171469556630776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7028171469556630776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='走过世界很多地方，然而你……却是我此生最美的风景.'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-5039984226926811246</id><published>2008-06-04T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:07.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATTENTION! CLEARING STOCKS!</title><content type='html'>PPL! I'VE GOT GREAT GOODS FOR KITTY LOVERS! And, all these have to go! So grab your chance and order now or &lt;strong&gt;REGRET FOR LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take note the following steps for taking orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave comments here stating which kitty good you want. State the quantity too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I will reply within two working days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I would contact you for the collection of your ordered good through face-to-face for locals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If you're a foreigner, you got to pay extra fees for the Fed-ex-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of whats available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/SEakWdvd6OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/at3sEGtcfyw/s1600-h/watsons+kitty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/SEakWdvd6OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/at3sEGtcfyw/s320/watsons+kitty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208030724948355298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, pull a lame face now. Im just joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-5039984226926811246?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5039984226926811246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=5039984226926811246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5039984226926811246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5039984226926811246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/06/attention-clearing-stocks.html' title='ATTENTION! CLEARING STOCKS!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/SEakWdvd6OI/AAAAAAAAAFA/at3sEGtcfyw/s72-c/watsons+kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-8578084304159836717</id><published>2008-05-18T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:56:40.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on, guess who she is! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/50DHvagm8so&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/50DHvagm8so&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-8578084304159836717?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8578084304159836717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=8578084304159836717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8578084304159836717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8578084304159836717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg-we-hear-her-almost-everyday-for.html' title='Come on, guess who she is! =)'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6931659560643922021</id><published>2008-05-18T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T16:09:11.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is a friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZHmsVRshwU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wZHmsVRshwU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6931659560643922021?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6931659560643922021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6931659560643922021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6931659560643922021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6931659560643922021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-friend.html' title='What is a friend?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6975383359904873806</id><published>2008-05-13T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:49:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT? IM BEING TAGGED?</title><content type='html'>alright, my first reaction is like...WHAT IM BEING TAGGED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, fine then. i shall continue this boring online chain questionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1 If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;No big deal, I just have to betray him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2 Do you believe in wishing upon a shotting star when you see one ?&lt;br /&gt;Would u wish upon a rock from a outer space which fails to stay where it was and then falls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3 What will your worst wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;A sitution in which im unable to find a wedding dress that fits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4 Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it depends which aspect of my life ur refering to.Remember PRECISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5 What's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves me enough to DIE for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6 Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;None is blessed. Maybe u should ask which do i prefer....hmmm, then it makes sense...&lt;br /&gt;I guess its being loved by someone then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7 How long do you intend to wait for someone u really love?&lt;br /&gt;I dont intend to wait at all. The one who makes u to wait is not worth u waiting AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8 If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'll kidnap him and make him stay with me FOR LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9 Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time im gonna to tell you this. DON"T ASK STUPID QUESTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10 Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;Not fun. But it tells me who actually thinks about me when they do this questionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11 How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell u if u give me a crystal ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12 Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;I havent found anyone thats really that important yet. I can live alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13 what kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to think what kind of person she is. She's my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14 Would you rather be single &amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Duh...of course I'd rather be rich and enjoying myself than be married and miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15 What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;Think of one more reason why I dont want to go to school. Well, sry i should be more optimistic. Alright, the first thing i do every morning is to congralute myself that im one step more to the end of my suffering. In case u dont know what suffering im refering to, im telling u its studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16 Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Do i look like a stupid person to u? OK, i shall not give answers that confuse my loyal readers. I would give it all in a relationship if i go insane one day which would be coming soon considering im ending school at 6 everyday. So yea, do look forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17 If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;NO doubt the one with more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18 What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;Those that share my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19 What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a friend that I dislike. If i dislike someone, he/she is not considered my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by : Si Jie&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 8 lucky people who's gonna tagged :&lt;br /&gt;This is so last century. IM tagging EVERYONE WHO JUST READ THIS! my loyal readers of course =)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6975383359904873806?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6975383359904873806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6975383359904873806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6975383359904873806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6975383359904873806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-im-being-tagged.html' title='WHAT? IM BEING TAGGED?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1229472101388929504</id><published>2008-05-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:03:20.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This comforts me...</title><content type='html'>Live life as simple as you are. If God brings you into it, he will bring you out of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1229472101388929504?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1229472101388929504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1229472101388929504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1229472101388929504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1229472101388929504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-comforts-me.html' title='This comforts me...'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7847470186620058843</id><published>2008-04-20T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:31:41.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great tips to get a great guy.</title><content type='html'>http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=9272&amp;TrackingID=516170&amp;BannerID=544607&amp;menuid=6&amp;lid=428&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7847470186620058843?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7847470186620058843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7847470186620058843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7847470186620058843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7847470186620058843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-tips-to-get-great-guy.html' title='Great tips to get a great guy.'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4742558024918257895</id><published>2008-04-15T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:15:44.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my horoscope on MSN for 16th april</title><content type='html'>Your Lovescope - Tomorrow, April 16, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find you have quite a strong attraction to someone whom you have only known for five minutes. Today's position of the heavenly bodies suddenly provides you with a flash of insight, and you realize that at another level you already know each other very well, and are just getting reacquainted. You really have very little to do to become more intimate, except to build on what you currently have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what happens tomorrow!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4742558024918257895?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4742558024918257895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4742558024918257895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4742558024918257895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4742558024918257895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-horoscope-on-msn-for-16th-april.html' title='my horoscope on MSN for 16th april'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2523783673596038330</id><published>2008-04-11T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:01:53.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, gonna write some normal 'blog' stuff</title><content type='html'>ok, the more i see my blog, the more i find it boring. this cant be help cause im generally a boring person. during my free time, i like to day dream or sleep, or simply do things that do not require the mind to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange as it seems, but i love to immerse myself in storybooks! for instance, the shopaholic series! i can totally imagine myself being a terrible shopaholic thinking that there is never enough items to own ranging from a coffee-maker machine to baby wipes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that, im also someone whos really concerned about the environment. i recongise the problem of global warming as a very serious one. ironic as it seems, im not doing any part in saving the environment because i've always believe in the natural forces of earth and nature. never underestimate the globe's potential! however, a friend once told me, "everyhing has to have an ending". thats right, it also applies to mother earth and of course human beings. so let it be if its gonna happen that way. theres a popular saying, 'let nature takes its course(and everything would turn out fine)', isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats about it for now. time to eat my almonds.seeya my loyal readers.( if you're still there)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2523783673596038330?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2523783673596038330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2523783673596038330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2523783673596038330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2523783673596038330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/04/haha-gonna-write-some-normal-blog-stuff.html' title='haha, gonna write some normal &apos;blog&apos; stuff'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-290167801978115061</id><published>2008-04-11T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:24:19.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The more I learn, the more I love.</title><content type='html'>A simple love song with simple lyrics. Just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5e_vpC5Yi4&amp;hl=en&amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-290167801978115061?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/290167801978115061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=290167801978115061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/290167801978115061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/290167801978115061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-i-learn-more-i-love.html' title='The more I learn, the more I love.'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-8631403359178711049</id><published>2008-04-01T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:23:33.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In just three words, I can sum up everything about life...it goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-8631403359178711049?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8631403359178711049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=8631403359178711049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8631403359178711049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8631403359178711049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-just-three-words-i-can-sum-up.html' title='In just three words, I can sum up everything about life...it goes on'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3226443353283242259</id><published>2008-03-16T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:05:59.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you'll always stay the same, cause there's nothing about you I would change</title><content type='html'>Dont you ever wish you were someone else,&lt;br /&gt;You were meant to be the way you are exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Dont you ever say you don't like the way you are&lt;br /&gt;When you learn to love yourself, you're better off by far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that you could be whenever you wanted to be, &lt;br /&gt;If you could realise, all the dreams you have inside.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid if you got something to say, &lt;br /&gt;Just open up your heart and let it show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;Reach down inside&lt;br /&gt;The love you find will set you free&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;You will come alive.&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in what you do.&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it through.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtpO5LWnLrg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtpO5LWnLrg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3226443353283242259?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3226443353283242259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3226443353283242259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3226443353283242259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3226443353283242259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hope-youll-always-stay-same-cause.html' title='I hope you&apos;ll always stay the same, cause there&apos;s nothing about you I would change'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6756669693034125251</id><published>2008-03-16T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:29:45.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you caught me I was falling, It was like you've heard my calling...</title><content type='html'>As long as stars shine down from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And the river runs into the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of life forever,&lt;br /&gt;You're the only love I'll need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hg1cW41ogRI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hg1cW41ogRI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life you’re all that matters&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes the only truth I see&lt;br /&gt;When my hopes and dreams have shattered&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one that’s there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found you,&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed.&lt;br /&gt;And I will never leave you,&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6756669693034125251?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6756669693034125251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6756669693034125251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6756669693034125251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6756669693034125251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-you-caught-me-i-was-falling-it-was.html' title='When you caught me I was falling, It was like you&apos;ve heard my calling...'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-5436374324417563106</id><published>2008-02-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T12:37:14.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired of all the needless beating&lt;br /&gt;But baby when they knock you&lt;br /&gt;Down and out&lt;br /&gt;It's where you oughta stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/vncOzIomrf/aus=false/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/vncOzIomrf/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;Would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you like I did yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-5436374324417563106?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5436374324417563106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=5436374324417563106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5436374324417563106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5436374324417563106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-have-worst-mum-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-543404122807906837</id><published>2008-01-25T11:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T11:24:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 secrets of naturally thin people</title><content type='html'>http://blog.ediets.com/2008/01/7-secrets-of-naturally-thin-people.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-543404122807906837?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/543404122807906837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=543404122807906837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/543404122807906837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/543404122807906837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/01/7-secrets-of-naturally-thin-people.html' title='7 secrets of naturally thin people'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2344424238172849899</id><published>2008-01-13T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:17:10.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GUYS, HERE'S SOME ADVICE!</title><content type='html'>Whenever there's a fight in bgr, always obey the three As rule. (just like we are taught to obey the 3Rs to prevent global warming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apologise for your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Acknowledge your mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Assure him/her you will never do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2344424238172849899?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2344424238172849899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2344424238172849899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2344424238172849899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2344424238172849899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/01/guys-here-some-advice.html' title='GUYS, HERE&apos;S SOME ADVICE!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7309218887626353885</id><published>2008-01-10T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:37:43.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>LOVE, LIKE RAIN, can nourish from above, drenching couples with a soaking joy. But sometimes, under the angry heat of life, love dries on the surface and must nourish from below, tending to its roots, keeping itself alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7309218887626353885?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7309218887626353885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7309218887626353885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7309218887626353885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7309218887626353885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1813694318503431900</id><published>2008-01-10T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:56:38.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something that makes me wanna cry</title><content type='html'>its just tat i want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;till everything is all right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1813694318503431900?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1813694318503431900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1813694318503431900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1813694318503431900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1813694318503431900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-that-makes-me-wanna-cry.html' title='Something that makes me wanna cry'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3302285577397940136</id><published>2008-01-09T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T19:16:32.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO NATURE LOVERS!</title><content type='html'>Hey, I just found an amazing blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, click it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.stephenrahn.com/blog/archives/category/nature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3302285577397940136?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3302285577397940136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3302285577397940136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3302285577397940136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3302285577397940136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-nature-lovers.html' title='TO NATURE LOVERS!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4980875195974913517</id><published>2008-01-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:07:18.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISFP</title><content type='html'>Your love personality type is ISFP &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;About 5% of the U.S. population possesses the combination of traits that make up this personality type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an ISFP means that you're the kind of person who can usually be counted on. More than most people, your integrity seems to be of central importance to you. This fact bodes well for those around you. It means you tend to say what you mean, keep your promises, and walk your talk. There's very little empty chatter when you're around. Another way you show you can be counted on is by being sensitive to others. You usually know just the right thing to do to make someone feel valued in your life. Although you're not the kind who's big on intense emotional confessions or displays, your feelings run deep. One way you're able to show your true emotions is by being faithful. In relationships, you'll usually try hard to make things work. Unlike some, you're not likely to freak out when there's a bump in the road. This is probably just another aspect of your patience and ability to stay on task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given your test results, Tickle's personality experts have determined your four most compatible matches when connecting with others. One of those four compatible types is an INFJ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4980875195974913517?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4980875195974913517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4980875195974913517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4980875195974913517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4980875195974913517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/01/isfp.html' title='ISFP'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2086575719888315160</id><published>2008-01-05T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:13:04.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rain Just Never Seem to Bring The Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.nhaccuatui.com/m/inDUIz2ZFM" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.nhaccuatui.com/m/inDUIz2ZFM" quality="high" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain just never seems to bring&lt;br /&gt;the joy I feel the same. &lt;br /&gt;Everlasting pain of my loss remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't seem to learn to part&lt;br /&gt;the hold you left your mark. &lt;br /&gt;All that I dreamed of now it seems so stark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I told myself won't hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;a part of me was dying&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing left for me to do now but give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me one chance &lt;br /&gt;to tell you just how I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;I would sing to you and tell you &lt;br /&gt;I won't live my life without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you gave me one chance&lt;br /&gt;to tell you just how I was feeling&lt;br /&gt;I would hold your hand and look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and you know I'd never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you left me on the train&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything of that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we'd never dance&lt;br /&gt;I just need one more chance&lt;br /&gt;to share the sunset our one last romance...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2086575719888315160?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2086575719888315160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2086575719888315160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2086575719888315160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2086575719888315160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-just-never-seem-to-bring-joy.html' title='The Rain Just Never Seem to Bring The Joy'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-1513361950742366102</id><published>2007-12-31T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:07:42.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together...</title><content type='html'>If you get there before I do &lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on me &lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through &lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down &lt;br /&gt;Darling wait and see &lt;br /&gt;And between now and then &lt;br /&gt;Til I see you again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you &lt;br /&gt;Love, Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ND7Q6DOdsAY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ND7Q6DOdsAY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-1513361950742366102?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1513361950742366102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=1513361950742366102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1513361950742366102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/1513361950742366102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_31.html' title='We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together...'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-9187882854748854376</id><published>2007-12-21T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T14:34:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Is Filled With So Much ****.......</title><content type='html'>All parents &lt;strong&gt;damage&lt;/strong&gt; their children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, &lt;strong&gt;beyond repair&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parents damage their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was their life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neglect.Violence.&lt;strong&gt;Silence&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somebody cries in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;the neighbours hear but they turn out the lights.&lt;br /&gt;A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate.&lt;br /&gt;When morning comes, it'll be too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the burden of a secret storm,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she wishes she was never born...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the wind and the rain, &lt;br /&gt;She stands hard as a stone,&lt;br /&gt;In a world that she can't rise above.&lt;br /&gt;But her dreams gave her wings,&lt;br /&gt;And she files to a place where she's loved.&lt;br /&gt;Concrete angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statue stands in a shaded place.&lt;br /&gt;An angel girl with an upturned face.&lt;br /&gt;A name is written on a polished rock.&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart that the world forgots..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concrete Angel's Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLwwy-g2wkc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLwwy-g2wkc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-9187882854748854376?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9187882854748854376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=9187882854748854376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/9187882854748854376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/9187882854748854376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-heart-is-filled-with-so-much.html' title='My Heart Is Filled With So Much ****.......'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-8814481075951486707</id><published>2007-12-14T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:07.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't you see that fairy tales they do come true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R2FxD-GSfsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T9b7ZefKHG0/s1600-h/heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R2FxD-GSfsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T9b7ZefKHG0/s320/heaven.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143516562456739522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to live alone, without someone to call your own.&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and pray all my wishes come true every night I go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Until you're mine, I'll wait for you endlessly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower me with your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/ayd5No9_B_"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/ayd5No9_B_" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-8814481075951486707?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8814481075951486707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=8814481075951486707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8814481075951486707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/8814481075951486707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/12/shower-me-with-your-love.html' title='Can&apos;t you see that fairy tales they do come true?'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R2FxD-GSfsI/AAAAAAAAAEs/T9b7ZefKHG0/s72-c/heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-9086565811048385982</id><published>2007-12-11T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:38:53.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Weight Watchers!</title><content type='html'>Where to find not only BIG weight loss tips but SMART ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://health.msn.com/weight-loss/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100177217&amp;page=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-9086565811048385982?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/9086565811048385982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=9086565811048385982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/9086565811048385982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/9086565811048385982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/12/attention-weight-watchers.html' title='Attention Weight Watchers!'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6492380802240038024</id><published>2007-12-07T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:30:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN SINGAPORE! (maple version)</title><content type='html'>First, we take an airplane there.(Singapore airlines, heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pGKuGSfbI/AAAAAAAAACk/r1NKLdXSf48/s1600-h/on+the+plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pGKuGSfbI/AAAAAAAAACk/r1NKLdXSf48/s320/on+the+plane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141499074583887282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here we are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pGTuGSfcI/AAAAAAAAACs/t0bA_k4LIMQ/s1600-h/singaporecentral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pGTuGSfcI/AAAAAAAAACs/t0bA_k4LIMQ/s320/singaporecentral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141499229202709954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo taken in front of Raffles!(though you don't see him, but he's there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pHRuGSfdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3prmZF8-Gw8/s1600-h/in+front+of+raffles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pHRuGSfdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3prmZF8-Gw8/s320/in+front+of+raffles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141500294354599378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recycle bins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pNYuGSfeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/esMZhqO4UaA/s1600-h/beside+bins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pNYuGSfeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/esMZhqO4UaA/s320/beside+bins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141507011683450338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pOSeGSffI/AAAAAAAAADE/l009DXpFees/s1600-h/on+top+of+bins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pOSeGSffI/AAAAAAAAADE/l009DXpFees/s320/on+top+of+bins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508003820895730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget the "durians"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pOyeGSfgI/AAAAAAAAADM/6NU5OXv4Nuo/s1600-h/in+front+of+durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pOyeGSfgI/AAAAAAAAADM/6NU5OXv4Nuo/s320/in+front+of+durian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141508553576709634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course the famous MERLION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pPf-GSfhI/AAAAAAAAADU/Na2DJjEvVSg/s1600-h/beside+merlion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pPf-GSfhI/AAAAAAAAADU/Na2DJjEvVSg/s320/beside+merlion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141509335260757522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They died too just to protect a low-level me....(the monsters in Singapore are just too destructive!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pQV-GSfiI/AAAAAAAAADc/D8Ng-p61yxU/s1600-h/dyinginsingapore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pQV-GSfiI/AAAAAAAAADc/D8Ng-p61yxU/s320/dyinginsingapore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141510262973693474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing our lifes, we decided to seek the easy way out.( we started crying on a bench...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pR-eGSfkI/AAAAAAAAADs/uSrAfyaMYu4/s1600-h/cryingonbench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pR-eGSfkI/AAAAAAAAADs/uSrAfyaMYu4/s320/cryingonbench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141512058270023234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually, the saddness turned into anger.( guys can't control their temper well, can they?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pSjOGSflI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kTaEbc4zxzg/s1600-h/guys+angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pSjOGSflI/AAAAAAAAAD0/kTaEbc4zxzg/s320/guys+angry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141512689630215762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these cool expressions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pYBOGSfmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xiYp1bGHvGE/s1600-h/lamingonbench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pYBOGSfmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xiYp1bGHvGE/s320/lamingonbench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141518702584430178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pYLuGSfnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MtkgbJuehvU/s1600-h/smiling+on+bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pYLuGSfnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MtkgbJuehvU/s320/smiling+on+bench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141518882973056626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pYa-GSfoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SEOE1Xr00SM/s1600-h/staringonbench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pYa-GSfoI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SEOE1Xr00SM/s320/staringonbench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141519144966061698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pYhuGSfpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/w8RtqwZCQCA/s1600-h/whistling+on+bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pYhuGSfpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/w8RtqwZCQCA/s320/whistling+on+bench.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141519260930178706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, we ended our tour in singapore by standing tall and declaring ourselves as kings and queens of the world!( at least in Singapore, heehee. Guys really like to show off their invisible skills, don't they?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pZCuGSfqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qhuq3MiA1yM/s1600-h/guys+invisible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pZCuGSfqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/qhuq3MiA1yM/s320/guys+invisible.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141519827865861794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pZTeGSfrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LLfYonNo9A0/s1600-h/on+that+top+of+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pZTeGSfrI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LLfYonNo9A0/s320/on+that+top+of+world.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141520115628670642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6492380802240038024?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6492380802240038024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6492380802240038024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6492380802240038024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6492380802240038024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-singapore-maple-version.html' title='IN SINGAPORE! (maple version)'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YIS2EKsEJ0w/R1pGKuGSfbI/AAAAAAAAACk/r1NKLdXSf48/s72-c/on+the+plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-5464003115456807359</id><published>2007-12-05T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:24:49.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GETTING MARRIED CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!( this can't be true.)</title><content type='html'>But hey, it's proven here! I dare those who don't believe to click this link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some technical difficulties because I'm too busy finding a life-long partner, please kindly copy and paste the URL. Very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20071202/ap_on_fe_st/odd_lifesaving_jewelry_1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-5464003115456807359?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5464003115456807359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=5464003115456807359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5464003115456807359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5464003115456807359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/12/getting-married-can-save-your-life-this.html' title='GETTING MARRIED CAN SAVE YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!( this can&apos;t be true.)'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-5454086080017307741</id><published>2007-12-04T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:39:57.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHATTING ONLINE FIGHT FATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (this can't be true.)</title><content type='html'>But hey, it's proven here! I dare those who don't believe to click this link below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.firstcoastnews.com/news/mostpopular/news-article.aspx?storyid=96543&amp;provider=top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to some technical difficulties because I'm too busy chatting, please kindly copy and paste the URL. Very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.firstcoastnews.com/news/mostpopular/news-article.aspx?storyid=96543&amp;provider=top&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-5454086080017307741?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5454086080017307741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=5454086080017307741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5454086080017307741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/5454086080017307741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/12/chatting-online-fight-fats-this-cant-be.html' title='CHATTING ONLINE FIGHT FATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (this can&apos;t be true.)'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-6811356465870354740</id><published>2007-11-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:30:53.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My conversion with the computer repair man on the phone</title><content type='html'>CRM: Computer repair man&lt;br /&gt;FG:Fat Girl(me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM: Good afternoon, this is acer something, may I know this thing, and also that thing, and perharps every thing? (I wasnt bothered to listen to what hes gonna say cause I just desperately wanted my comp to work properly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FG: Erm,I need a repairman to fix my comp, it just doesnt on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cutting me before I could even finish my sentence)CRM: So, is this a laptop or computer?(pronouncing computer in a very amercian way like computher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And so to this question, I replied)FG: Hmmm, its a computher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM: So, im assuming it stands on a table? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Feeling puzzled)FG: Why? Ya!( wondering has he ever seen a computher that sits on a window pane?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM: Ok, a desktop computher, this is what we call a desktop computer. Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FG: Oh! I see...I see... (pretending that what he just said was totally new to me. guys need some pride, dont they? anyway, he's the one whos going to fix a repairman for me, so I have to be polite and nice to him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM: Tell me about your problem now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FG:( And so I told him about the computher's problem, NOT my problem, I don't have a problem for goodness sake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM: Have you tried on-ing it one more time since the first time you cant on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Starting to get really impatient)FG: Yes, definietly! I tried on-ing it too many times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM: I see, so hmmm, may I know have you tried unplugging all the cables behind your CPU and reconnecting them again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FG: Erm,havent...by the way, whats the purpose of that? (cant blame me, im curious myself too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM: Sometimes this could be due to a misconnection of something with the other thing.( again, i switched off during those parts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FG: Oh, okok. But I dont know how to plug the cables correctly into each. (seriously, I have never done that before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM: Never mind, its easy, just plug out one by one. And, don't forget to off your main switch first. I will wait, just do a quick one. And wait, DONT(he kind of shouted) hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Very unwilling)FG: Alright, let me try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After a struggle of unplugging and plugging those cables back)FG: OHHH NOOOO!!! It cant work at all now! totally! (at first, it could still on but theres nothing on the screen. And then I was wondering whether was I too violent in plugging in those cables...) OH MY GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRM: HUH? May I ask you if your main switch is on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FG: OH YA! (feeling really stupid now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Trying to make me feel better)CRM: I mean, I was just guessing, I really couldnt visualize the situation there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just then, the CPU worked properly at last!) FG: Oh, its working finally...(staring at my monitor srceen as if its a monster that had just woken from a long sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-6811356465870354740?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6811356465870354740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=6811356465870354740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6811356465870354740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/6811356465870354740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-conversion-with-computer-repair-man.html' title='My conversion with the computer repair man on the phone'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-7068421302560003822</id><published>2007-11-26T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:35:10.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRY DOING THIS WHEN YOUR PC MISBEHAVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/games/PC_Breakdown"&gt;PC Breakdown&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/pc-breakdown.gif" height="135" width="180" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-7068421302560003822?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7068421302560003822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=7068421302560003822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7068421302560003822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/7068421302560003822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/11/try-doing-this-when-your-pc-misbehaves.html' title='TRY DOING THIS WHEN YOUR PC MISBEHAVES'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-4796691464330278396</id><published>2007-11-21T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:16:26.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE GIVE ME ONE MORE TRY FOR THE SAKE OF OUR LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WR02zMzaoO8&amp;rel&amp;autoplay=1&amp;loop=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-4796691464330278396?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/4796691464330278396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=4796691464330278396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4796691464330278396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/4796691464330278396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='PLEASE GIVE ME ONE MORE TRY FOR THE SAKE OF OUR LOVE'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-2023740348986673949</id><published>2007-11-14T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:17:56.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alright, this is the first time im even going to write my feelings on this private if not public blog...so people listen up!&lt;/strong&gt; ( if ur interested about my personal life which i think no one except me cares.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright, so here it is...&lt;/strong&gt; (read on to find out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the event starts at six, and its 5.05 now.. &lt;/strong&gt;( ok, 5.06 to be exact)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have been thinking alot lately... &lt;/strong&gt;(ok, not alot maybe, but still..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should i even feel that way..? &lt;/strong&gt;( you probably don know what feeling im feeling now, but u should know it after this post if ur not as retarded as i think ur.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright, i admit i have been waiting for that moment&lt;/strong&gt;( ok, maybe its THIS moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which explains why this song below describe how i feel right now.&lt;/strong&gt; ( u should understand perfectly how i feel now, if not, ur something that starts with an I and a R)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/O5apHWLCsi/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/O5apHWLCsi/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-2023740348986673949?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/2023740348986673949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=2023740348986673949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2023740348986673949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/2023740348986673949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/11/alright-first-time.html' title='Alright, first time'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512105326425809101.post-3971097855041763393</id><published>2007-11-13T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:19:54.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Quotes</title><content type='html'>"I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because i know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when i lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with eachother;for those were some of the best times of my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if it all falls apart, I will know deep in my heart, the only dream that mattered had come true. In this life, I was loved by you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love that we can not have is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when you shed a tear and still want him, it's when he ignores you and you still love him, it's when he loves another girl but you still smile and say I'm happy for you, when all you really do is cry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love me when I least deserve it, because that's when I really need it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, this trick won't work...How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't brood. Get on with living and loving. You don't have forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint - like a heartbeat. And pure love - why, some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a rose. It looks beautiful on the outside...but there is always pain hidden somewhere."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;If you could see what I see, you're the answer to my prayer...
And if you could feel the tenderness I feel, you would know, 
it would be clear that angels brought me here.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3512105326425809101-3971097855041763393?l=notreallytrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3971097855041763393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3512105326425809101&amp;postID=3971097855041763393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3971097855041763393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3512105326425809101/posts/default/3971097855041763393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notreallytrue.blogspot.com/2007/11/lovely-quotes.html' title='Lovely Quotes'/><author><name>my name is 0808</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07669366483127217733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
