<?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-1712118297027081426</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:17:07.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Love, Sara</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3928185382453501704</id><published>2009-05-26T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T20:49:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#73</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry blogger. I dont love you no more. I've found my one true love, and that is, livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you blogger, dont miss me too much, this blog is flooded with things i shouldnt have posted. I'm sorry. Goodbye and take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO TO: &lt;a href="http://withlovexsara.livejournal.com"&gt;http://withlovexsara.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3928185382453501704?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3928185382453501704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/73.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3928185382453501704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3928185382453501704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/73.html' title='#73'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-300698956598156710</id><published>2009-05-25T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:36:48.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#72</title><content type='html'>I've been doing so much thinking lately, my brain could totally fuzz out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aims:&lt;br /&gt;- Get at least all B's for this term's four modules. (taking 3 sup papers are enough)&lt;br /&gt;- Head to Thailand with somebody, or some people. Buy whatever i can find.&lt;br /&gt;- Scout for a job. As a sales assistant or something.&lt;br /&gt;- Make sure i get a decent amount of studies done every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Wants:&lt;br /&gt;- Have an income, no matter how meager it is.&lt;br /&gt;- A cupboard full of new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;- Achieve something that i've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I see girls my age or maybe a lil older starting up businesses that actually bring in hella lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;if they can do it, so can i. I just need to do a lil brainstorming on how and what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of the same ol' Sara wasting her day away. I should be doing something productive. Like studying.&lt;br /&gt;I will do so though, right after i'm done with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, i'm just feeling really tired. Even though i'm getting into a lil tiff with Sean, it somehow doesnt bother me that much.&lt;br /&gt;Even I didnt expect myself to be so not-bothered by certain things.&lt;br /&gt;Its come to a point where I just simply take things the way it goes.&lt;br /&gt;If something happens, fine, no point brooding over it.&lt;br /&gt;Thats how i see things now.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think its all that a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever. I'm prolly going clubbing either this wednesday or saturday with Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;If its a wednesday, i can surely get into Zouk, cuz Mandy knows the bouncers.&lt;br /&gt;If its a saturday, i can surely get into Powerhouse, cuz Mandy's gonna put me up on the guest list. Plus, we'd get to bump into Shah @ Powerhouse cuz he works there.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. I'm gonna ask Audrey baby along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to let loose Sara! WHOOP WHOOP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-300698956598156710?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/300698956598156710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/72.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/300698956598156710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/300698956598156710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/72.html' title='#72'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6140051257067866788</id><published>2009-05-25T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:04:57.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#71</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I understand you're in JC and you're juggling your studies, rugby, and football.&lt;br /&gt;I totally get it, you're busy.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, too busy for me maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;p/s: I dont blame you though. I dont blame you for anything, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6140051257067866788?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6140051257067866788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/71.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6140051257067866788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6140051257067866788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/71.html' title='#71'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-2346693713508210057</id><published>2009-05-24T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:02:06.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#70</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;"One thing to say, three words for you: I Love You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the cutest, sexiest, kindest, sweetest, most lovable, most huggable, and most kissable boyfriend ever ever ever everrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a model; handsome boyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;He's really smart.&lt;br /&gt;He's a football and rugby player.&lt;br /&gt;He comes from a rich family.&lt;br /&gt;He treats me well.&lt;br /&gt;He has a good set of values.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he holds my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way he smiles at me.&lt;br /&gt;He's an honest and proper guy.&lt;br /&gt;And i know he wouldn't cheat on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEAN SIM IS MINE. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-2346693713508210057?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2346693713508210057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/70.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2346693713508210057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2346693713508210057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/70.html' title='#70'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-1544018454331209135</id><published>2009-05-23T13:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:42:52.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#69</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby's taking me out tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Will blog about it after I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-1544018454331209135?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1544018454331209135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/69.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1544018454331209135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1544018454331209135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/69.html' title='#69'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-8018910720981757378</id><published>2009-05-22T11:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:49:48.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#68</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;Its strange, something so simple; You being friends with Samuel Lye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I can already feel the world crashing down on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might as well say 'bye Sean' right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please God, if this doesnt work because of my past, I dont think anything ever will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i have right now. I'm already starting to tear just thinking about what might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sean, do you still want what's left of me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;/del&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-8018910720981757378?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8018910720981757378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/68.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8018910720981757378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8018910720981757378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/68.html' title='#68'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-2284207949731725886</id><published>2009-05-21T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T21:29:47.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#67</title><content type='html'>Sean met me this afternoon before school. Went to City Hall walk walk talk talk.&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy came to meet me after school, then after about an hour or so, he had to leave for school again. Cuz he's got soccer training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah so while we were sitting down outside Marina Square, a group of 4 girls walked past us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShVR8Ze9nII/AAAAAAAAAPA/6WIYHFm_rl0/s1600-h/Untitledbhasbk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShVR8Ze9nII/AAAAAAAAAPA/6WIYHFm_rl0/s400/Untitledbhasbk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338263031392345218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They chio siaaaaaaaaaaaa ):&lt;br /&gt;Then they see Sean so handsome. I BET THEY WANTED TO RAPE HIM LOR. THOSE EVIL NUN-CANT-BEs! hmph.&lt;br /&gt;Okay kidding luh. They didnt wanna rape him. Maybe they were just picturing Sean in Britney's video 'You Want a Piece of Me'. HAHAHAH. okay wth. not funneh. Maybe they just thought he's cute.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they thought "whats a cute guy like that doing with such a sea urchin?"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm the Sea Urchin. The cuter version though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt just a tad bit jealous. Just a tiny lil bit. So teensy you'd need a microscope to tell i'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Sean said "eh why your face like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAMAK. kena caught red handed. Okay luh, I admit. I was majorly jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Sean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh you choose. you want A, B, C or D."&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;"What A, B, C or D?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see the 4 girls luh! A, B, C or D! They so chio.. )': Aiyah i pick A luh, I pick A"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want E."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E is who sia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sara :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAWHAWHAWHAWHEEEHEEEHOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i tell him he talk nonsense (but actually my tummy had hella lots of butterflies and i felt totally honoured) and he bit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot. DO I FREAKIN LOOK LIKE BA KWA TO YOU?! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, in case you were wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShVV7ckEXcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ybCU_In1Q-k/s1600-h/Untitledbhasbka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShVV7ckEXcI/AAAAAAAAAPI/ybCU_In1Q-k/s400/Untitledbhasbka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338267413085707714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHY SARA DRAW SEAN'S HAND SO LONG UH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. DETAILS MATTER OK! His arms were around my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NOW SUCK ON THAT, YOU 4 CHIO GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-2284207949731725886?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2284207949731725886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/67.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2284207949731725886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2284207949731725886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/67.html' title='#67'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShVR8Ze9nII/AAAAAAAAAPA/6WIYHFm_rl0/s72-c/Untitledbhasbk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-8135036762498837296</id><published>2009-05-20T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:03:29.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#66</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way you call me baby.&lt;br /&gt;The way you text me.&lt;br /&gt;The way you hug and kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling its gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing you'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this time its real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;S, I'm yours to keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;If only you'd say those magic words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-8135036762498837296?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8135036762498837296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/66.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8135036762498837296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8135036762498837296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/66.html' title='#66'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-7854953911069796131</id><published>2009-05-19T14:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:54:44.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#65</title><content type='html'>Looking back at past msn convos. I'm missing Mehndi Randhawa baby sooooooo much.&lt;br /&gt;She's having her O levels this year. Cant disturb :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her i miss her i miss herrrrrrrrrrrrrr. damn ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She drew me this fucking cute picture of us. Show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShJSnQrv3ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XMsck0mUTzQ/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img3159.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShJSnQrv3ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XMsck0mUTzQ/s400/MsgPlus_Img3159.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337419342834294162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i asked her why our hair has both maroon and black colours. She said the maroon is hair highlights.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShJVBDDBetI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ku2V8tjcFcI/s1600-h/Untitled.ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShJVBDDBetI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ku2V8tjcFcI/s400/Untitled.ash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337421984873675474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if you're able to read a part of the convo between Mehndi and I. (if not, click on the image)&lt;br /&gt;Damn gross convo. AHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about having a guy's name initials on our pussies and tattooing faces on our pussies. HOW SICK. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShKdMCLLbaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K3PFSNNx5uI/s1600-h/1_226285746l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShKdMCLLbaI/AAAAAAAAAO4/K3PFSNNx5uI/s400/1_226285746l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337501338455207330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you Baby M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-7854953911069796131?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7854953911069796131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/65.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7854953911069796131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7854953911069796131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/65.html' title='#65'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShJSnQrv3ZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/XMsck0mUTzQ/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img3159.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3390116990066681411</id><published>2009-05-19T13:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:25:37.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#64</title><content type='html'>Dayuuuum, Mothafucka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those times you broke your promises, lied, and made me cry. Cheers man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShJQnfUv69I/AAAAAAAAAOY/X9a-DfkDJtI/s1600-h/Untitledahs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 95px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShJQnfUv69I/AAAAAAAAAOY/X9a-DfkDJtI/s400/Untitledahs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337417147741105106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE SO FULL OF SHYT YKNOW THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!&lt;br /&gt;Have fun grinding girls at clubs and hooking up with em! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3390116990066681411?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3390116990066681411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/64.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3390116990066681411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3390116990066681411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/64.html' title='#64'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShJQnfUv69I/AAAAAAAAAOY/X9a-DfkDJtI/s72-c/Untitledahs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-2349203926318853690</id><published>2009-05-19T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:20:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#63</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REASONS IM HAPPY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to spend a day with Audrey after like donkey years.&lt;br /&gt;Well not really... been a week since i last saw her, but it seems like friggin' long okay!&lt;br /&gt;So yes i'm happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today i bumped into Jeremy Ooi at starbucks. So thats another thing to be happy about. I finally got my nice warm ooi-hug after like many months. HAHA he best sia. Ta-bao chicken rice and ate it at starbucks. hahahaha douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to text Josh (Tan) after many many many days. Really missed talking to him. So today, texting him was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after doing some shopping, bumped into Josh (Ding) outside Far East Plaza. Again, havent seen him for ages. Then he wanted to follow me to Bugis to buy my clothes and blahblah. I gave some excuse (I just wanted some alone time) that my legs were breaking already, so i'm just gonna quickly buy whatever i need to then leave, and he offered to carry me while shopping. Obviously i rejected the offer luh. What a nutcase. Imagine him carrying me around Bugis Street where its flooded with people. I bet all the ahpeks, ahmas, chao ahlians and chao ahbengs would be like cursing at us under their breath.&lt;br /&gt;"knnbccb! this prace oredi so crowderd stiu wanna pray pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, is there anything else I'm happy about.... mmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT GOT ONE MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean has been sending me "mwah mwah" msges recently. Okay luh, i think he very sweet. Im getting kisses and hugs through text message. So all i can do is imagine how it'd feel like, but never actually get it for another.... lets see... one week/ two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;The last time i saw him was more than a week ago ): And now he has these stupid tests in JC so he cant meet me. And i cant get my hugs and kisses no more.&lt;br /&gt;TSK. I MUST WAIT SO LONG SIAAAAAAA. Stupid ACJC is ruining your life!&lt;br /&gt;why you gotta be so smart.&lt;br /&gt;and why dyou have to be a model.&lt;br /&gt;whyyyyyy. why dyou have sucha nice body.&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYY. I must admit, even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REASONS I'M NOT TOO HAPPY ABOUT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up not long ago, cuz i couldnt sleep properly. And yes, here I am blogging like a sad mothafug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this like badass sorethroat. Or maybe its a throat infection and thats what sparked off the fever im experiencing now. geez. I dont even wanna visit the doctor's, cuz i risk getting quarantined. And i'd feel so captive. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean takes a gazillion years to reply my texts cuz he's too busy sleeping or mugging.&lt;br /&gt;Hooray... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still finding it hard to get a job. No job means no income. No income means i'll remain broke shytless. AH fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my nails to grow just a tad bit faster so I can get a manicure done. I'm gonna make my mom pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. AND YOU SO GOTTA READ ON MAN... ITS A KUKU PLAN OF MY MOM'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that my mom is not much of a strategist, aaaaaaand she's one cheaterbug in disguise. Tak Boleh Tahan sei...&lt;br /&gt;See uh, i'm supposed to get $300 a month for allowance (she said it herself). which is like around 10 bucks a day.&lt;br /&gt;So she gives me 10 bucks a day, BUT thats only IF i go out. So if i stay home, i risk not getting my 10 bucks. WTH RIGHT. Isnt it good that i stay home? I should be getting my allowance for staying home okay!&lt;br /&gt;so in other words, if i go outta the house everyday of my life, i would get 10 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;Wow mom, what a nice way to try to get me to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tactic funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously if i get 10 bucks for leaving the house i would totally dig the chance given right! Earn money to get out of the house. WHO DONT WANT SIA.&lt;br /&gt;See uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Sara, dont go out so often!"&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "But if i dont go out, i dont get 10 bucks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She killing her own plan of keeping me at home -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... sometimes parents need a plan B know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt take much to figure a plan B out lor. JUST GIVE ME MY GAWDDAMN 10 BUCKS EVEN IF I STAY AT HOME LA!&lt;br /&gt;Walao eh. My mom classic i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. byebye. I'm going back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh no wait before that.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID EDWARD JUST ADD ME ON MSN SIA! HAHAHAHAHAHA SO RANDOM. Okay, those in my MDIS class would totally understand what i mean. Those who dont know who Edward is, trust me, its better to keep it that way. LOL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew. okayokay Nights world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-2349203926318853690?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2349203926318853690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/63.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2349203926318853690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2349203926318853690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/63.html' title='#63'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-7085768964749744471</id><published>2009-05-17T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:12:27.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#62</title><content type='html'>Why are so many people feeling heartbroken these days );&lt;br /&gt;its so sad. really...&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Look on the bright side, uh, global warming hasnt complete killed us yet! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Weiting, you said Elisha looks cute, but that picture aint clear.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a clearer pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShAYn4uTj5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/r9NCF9WEWUM/s1600-h/1_418551487l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShAYn4uTj5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/r9NCF9WEWUM/s320/1_418551487l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336792631954608018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HE VEH CUTE HORZXXZXZXZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BUT. show you who's cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShAaZL0tSPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/K2vGYfro5co/s1600-h/1_325019425l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShAaZL0tSPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/K2vGYfro5co/s400/1_325019425l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336794578406951154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Euphee baby )': (the one in black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one i miss so damn badly.&lt;br /&gt;AH okay now i sad sad alrd.&lt;br /&gt;She's so far away i'll never have her.&lt;br /&gt;But even so, I still love her.&lt;br /&gt;Always will.&lt;br /&gt;She so sexy i cant tahan anymoreeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I think im obsessed. omg ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-7085768964749744471?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7085768964749744471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/62.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7085768964749744471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7085768964749744471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/62.html' title='#62'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ShAYn4uTj5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/r9NCF9WEWUM/s72-c/1_418551487l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6884991669339794690</id><published>2009-05-16T13:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:41:04.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#61</title><content type='html'>Sean, you damn sick.&lt;br /&gt;And i mean it both ways. physically sick and mentally sick.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH. get well soon luh.&lt;br /&gt;Wait the modeling agency call you then you cannnot do photoshoot, cannot earn money, then cannot take me out for Kopi.&lt;br /&gt;Its a vicious cycle :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha, you won the bet, its true that you're much sweeter than me (BUT only for today).&lt;br /&gt;This ain't over yet.&lt;br /&gt;I will say or do something that'll totally make you flip. Just you wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elisha: "Morning Sweetheart :)"&lt;br /&gt;Sara: "Morning handsome! why you wake up so early?"&lt;br /&gt;Elisha: "finished work, went to eat with friends. while playing game, thought of you so texted you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why people play L4D game can think of me one -.-"&lt;br /&gt;maybe cuz Zoey has the power to totally rip off a guy's lil brother down there, and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i look like one of the Zombies? hmm who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5UtKSeBcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9A5NHwtfzYg/s1600-h/l4d-art-zoey-zombies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5UtKSeBcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9A5NHwtfzYg/s320/l4d-art-zoey-zombies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336295743313282498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN BE SWEETER LOR. I can even compare Elisha to one of the L4D characters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5X_HY-8MI/AAAAAAAAANY/tsb5uwj1kjQ/s1600-h/hunter_t-horz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5X_HY-8MI/AAAAAAAAANY/tsb5uwj1kjQ/s400/hunter_t-horz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336299350307827906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADAH! I COMPARED YOU TO A HUNTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know, like wow, i can totally see the resemblance. yknow, with the hoodie and all. HAHAHAH. okay kidding luh.&lt;br /&gt;You more handsome okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can compare hunters to a few people. Show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5efWHOJSI/AAAAAAAAANg/m3Ln8dLF_a8/s1600-h/hunter_t-horz89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5efWHOJSI/AAAAAAAAANg/m3Ln8dLF_a8/s400/hunter_t-horz89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336306501085439266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damian Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5ejhQ15cI/AAAAAAAAANo/THpMFmifML0/s1600-h/hunter_t-horz890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5ejhQ15cI/AAAAAAAAANo/THpMFmifML0/s400/hunter_t-horz890.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336306572798059970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keith Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5eoDF4zgI/AAAAAAAAANw/6JOhHTZOkxY/s1600-h/hunter_t-horz6327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5eoDF4zgI/AAAAAAAAANw/6JOhHTZOkxY/s400/hunter_t-horz6327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336306650598395394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter Terhune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOLD YOU.&lt;br /&gt;They might be hunters in disguise. KILL EM' MOTHACHODS!&lt;br /&gt;Whats with all the hoodies man!&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey, I havent seen you for so long ): Me miss Audrey too much. I still got alot of news to tell you about. On Monday must come to school okay? Or else i cry. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehndi, i miss you too. Its been so longggg since i last met you. Its high time we met up again.&lt;br /&gt;Tell Ashraf not to be such a douchebag ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6884991669339794690?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6884991669339794690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/61.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6884991669339794690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6884991669339794690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/61.html' title='#61'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sg5UtKSeBcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/9A5NHwtfzYg/s72-c/l4d-art-zoey-zombies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-4840528773056249485</id><published>2009-05-16T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:32:19.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#60</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At times like these...&lt;br /&gt;I WANT EUPHEE.&lt;br /&gt;She's sexy sexy sexy to the MAX.&lt;br /&gt;She's the girl i'll never get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-4840528773056249485?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4840528773056249485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/60.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4840528773056249485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4840528773056249485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/60.html' title='#60'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-4798196486949603435</id><published>2009-05-15T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:39:55.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#59</title><content type='html'>Dear Terry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was some way i could tell you how i feel right now, but then again... i'm afraid to. Sometimes i wonder if you really mean the things you say. I may not show it, but it really does hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how i've always regarded you, you're the brother i never had. Every time i tell my friends about you, i put in a good word for you. And i dont do it because im sucking up in any way, but i say it because i truly mean it. When i tell them that you're like a brother to me, i'm so proud of saying it. I really am lucky to have met someone like you, and you mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i've disappointed you many times before, and we've had our fair share of arguments. Its true that i'm really screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;You've always saved me when i was in trouble, always lectured me when needed, always keeping me company when i was bored and rotting.&lt;br /&gt;You used to show me care and concern... what happened now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its seems like you don't really care what i do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Terry i once knew. The one who would text me with smiley faces. The one who reassured me that you'd look out for me no matter what. The one whom I could tell everything to. The one whom i'd seek advice from. The one who gave a damn about what i do. The one i nicknamed TerryBerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Terry, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how things changed. Maybe its my fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. No, more like majorly crushed. You have no idea how important you are to me. I keep thinking that maybe you're just sick and tired of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say things jokingly thinking that i'm strong enough to know you're kidding, or do you say things that you really mean knowing that it'll bring me down?&lt;br /&gt;You built some confidence in me. But when you say things which aren't nice, it brings me way down, cuz afterall you're the one telling it to me. You made that part of me, and you have the power to break it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to think anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to know that I would never trade our friendship for the world.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that things would go back to how it used to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Bro, always have, always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-4798196486949603435?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4798196486949603435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/59.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4798196486949603435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4798196486949603435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/59.html' title='#59'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-7308009519341460371</id><published>2009-05-14T12:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:35:36.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#58</title><content type='html'>I'm so sooooooooooo tired. Yesterday went to Create Talents for the interview. But i gotta pay 570 for my portfolio to be done. NO WAY MAN. Im already so broke. what 570 what cock. TSK. Oh and, while i was waiting for my turn to be interviewed, some guy from Brunei started talking to me. he really is truly nice. he's 27 though -.- but he looks 23. and did i mention, he's FILTHY RICH. wow. so he travels to Singapore twice a year, to HongKong thrice a year, to australia to stay sometimes, and then back to Brunei. And if you're wondering, his english is perfectly fine. He doesnt talk funny or shyt like that. Impressive. Thennnnnn.... he has my email now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that met my mom and i was supposed to accompany her to my grandma's house in AngMoKio. But had last minute plans with Damian Steven. So from AMK i took a bus down to his house, and just slacked with Mr. Rockstar. Everytime i meet him i wonder how on earth he keeps track with all his friends. He's so damn popular, and so busy, but he makes time for me. So thats pretty damn sweet. Went to his house around 6, then we slack slack, sleep sleep, drink beer, smoke and talk. We left around 8.30, cuz he had to go to Roland's (founder of Roland Records) house to check out this new song their band's been working on. OH YA, know this is random but he bought a new dog. A pomeranian. i have no idea how to spell it, but heck. THE DOG FXING CHIO LOR. Even Damian said the way his dog got all the attention from me made him jealous. HAHAHAHA wtf luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: His band is playing at BayBeats this year, do go down to support him if you like hardcore music. Its the first hardcore band ever to have made it to BayBeats. so yes, its a big deal, cuz afterall only good bands are chosen to play at BayBeats. Do look out for 'For Better Endings'! I promise you'd have a moshing good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After i got home to tampines area, I went to meet Terrence, Clam and Marvyn. They kept talking about their dragonboat experiences. and i had absolutely nothing to say. So i just sat there listening to them have their guy-talk. Marvyn kept eyeing my Mac's fries. so i was nice enough to offer him some. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an hour or so, terry, clam and i walked home. Then once i got home, i took my bath and stuff and then called Elisha. Elishaaaaaa! his name damn nice. (ee-lai-sha). hahahaha he damn entertaining. He was educating me on what Thailand is like. Quite cool. I wanna go thailand.&lt;br /&gt;So we were phone for... 2 hours. yehh. dunno whygot so much to talk about. hahahaha. but it was real interesting. Elisha is 22, and he's a metrosexual (he said it himself). like seriously, his dress sense damn good. he hates the sun, cuz he hates being tan. he has real nice hair which he touches at least ten times within a minute. aaaaaaaand he's goodlooking.&lt;br /&gt;AND AND. he learnt hairdressing! so now i have a friend who can cut my hair. he can go shopping with me cuz he's got good taste in fashion. and he has the brains to educate me on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWERPACK SIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-7308009519341460371?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7308009519341460371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/58.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7308009519341460371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7308009519341460371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/58.html' title='#58'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-7874840245919495805</id><published>2009-05-12T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:10:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#57</title><content type='html'>And yes, I can read through your every action. You place it there hoping that you'd spark a reaction from me.&lt;br /&gt;However..&lt;br /&gt;My response to you is, "I dont really care".&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt ask about it, dont worry. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-7874840245919495805?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7874840245919495805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7874840245919495805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7874840245919495805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/57.html' title='#57'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3984718157776403070</id><published>2009-05-11T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:54:56.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#56</title><content type='html'>Lovesick for Mina? nah. More like lovesick for S--n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a date with Mr. Model this morning before school. Went to eat and then watched Wolverine. Good show (: wolverine so fierce, i liiiiiiiiike.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Model's arms very nice, tan very nice, got a perfect set of teeth, and very warm. Double like.&lt;br /&gt;He shall not be named. Well not until he says something like 'SARA BE MINE!' or something like that i dont know ): geez...&lt;br /&gt;He's got looks and he's got brains. waaaaaaaaah. ACJC FUUUUUUYO! MALE MODEL DOUBLE FUUUUUUYO!&lt;br /&gt;aiyah. Sara, dont get your hopes too high.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Modeling, some modeling agency people approached me today, and asked me if i wanted to do freelance modeling (everybody go "OH MY"). so yehh they took down my number and told me they're gonna call me for an interview soon.&lt;br /&gt;Its an agency called Create Talents. i went to visit the website. IMPRESSIVE EH.&lt;br /&gt;who knows, maybe you'll see my face in the next starhub advertisement, or some random ad, and you'd be like "hey! thats Sara!".&lt;br /&gt;Okay again, Sara, dont get your hopes too high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray S is the one to save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATE: I told my mom and dad about what happened earlier today. And they both encourage me to take up modeling. (surprisingly) AS LONG AS no skimpy outfits are involved. They said since i was approached, just wait for their call, and just go ahead with the interview. How encouraging. Apparently, from what i heard, i gotta pay $300 for my portfolio, and they'll do the rest. Some say its a scam. BUT, thing is, my friend is working with the same company (i saw his modelling photos in the website). and he did pretty good! might not be a scam afterall. Sooooo.... Anyone has a job to recommend me?? Part-time sales assistant? I really gotta save up. Plus i still owe my cousin like $100 bucks. I deserve a kick in the ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reactions to the whole modeling matter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: "You know why they ask you to model? Cos your father handsome mah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "what rubbish...you said i look like your ass, which indirectly means that YOU'RE the actual one looking like your own backside, cuz afterall i got my looks from you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: "still handsome what. Got handsome ass. You never see my ass before so keep quiet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "I SAW BEFORE LOR! BLACK BLACK ONE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: ".... ...... ......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom: "huh... can you model for Glico Pocky?? Dont want the naked kind ah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "HAHAHAH WHAT GLICO POCKY. WHY SO LOW CLASS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i can only imagine what Terrence will say if i tell him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Terrence: "WAH! KA NI NA BU CHEE BYE! WHY LIKE THAT SIA?! fugly piece of shyt!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "when will you EVER stop degrading me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Terrence: "eh, dont angry luh. YEW NOE IIE LURB EUU. bitch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: "suck dick terry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALWAYS LIKE THAT ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but hohohoho, i know deep down terry thinks im a Goddess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;okay, smack yourself Sara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3984718157776403070?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3984718157776403070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/56.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3984718157776403070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3984718157776403070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/56.html' title='#56'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-1317285388400865045</id><published>2009-05-09T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:02:56.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#55</title><content type='html'>-55 has been replaced-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;Zimmy is a heartless bastard.&lt;br /&gt;Whats the use in sticking with him when there's someone else who treats me way better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-1317285388400865045?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1317285388400865045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/55.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1317285388400865045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1317285388400865045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/55.html' title='#55'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3818999168198353061</id><published>2009-05-09T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:51:15.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#54</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;I GOT POST NUMBER 53 TRANSLATED FROM ENGLISH TO BENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING FUNNY SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; This moling limpeh gort an unexpected text msg from my lan jiao ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who ditched me, and left limpeh totally heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kanina just suddenly asked limpeh to go clubbing with the lan jiao face one day. and limpeh agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell limpeh im very the kanina ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gawd im so liddat sad now prease, limpeh acherly miss a highclass bastard.&lt;br /&gt;aah. limpeh very the saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt; Posted by &lt;span class="fn"&gt;Omg, its Sara.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt; at &lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/53.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2009-05-09T11:49:00+08:00"&gt;11:49 AM&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="reaction-buttons"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="star-ratings"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt; &lt;a class="comment-link" href="http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/53.html#comments" onclick=""&gt;0 comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;IM LAUGHING SO HARD IM NOT SAD ANYMORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3818999168198353061?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3818999168198353061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/54.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3818999168198353061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3818999168198353061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/54.html' title='#54'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-1808923920769923584</id><published>2009-05-09T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:53:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#53</title><content type='html'>This morning i got an unexpected text msg from my ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who ditched me, and left me totally heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just suddenly asked me to go clubbing with him one day. and i agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me im very stupid ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gawd im so sad now please, i actually miss a highclass bastard.&lt;br /&gt;aah. i very saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-1808923920769923584?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1808923920769923584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/53.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1808923920769923584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1808923920769923584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/53.html' title='#53'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3211866113662965193</id><published>2009-05-07T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:15:27.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#52</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what a sad birthday this is. nothing exciting seems to be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SgG3DQwMaxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nHCkT0ZVokM/s1600-h/n729170257_6250534_6030557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SgG3DQwMaxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nHCkT0ZVokM/s320/n729170257_6250534_6030557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332744700447976210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;handsome guy added me on facebook recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Im going la la already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my birthday 'surprise' would be him having a nice conversation with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3211866113662965193?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3211866113662965193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/52.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3211866113662965193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3211866113662965193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/52.html' title='#52'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SgG3DQwMaxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nHCkT0ZVokM/s72-c/n729170257_6250534_6030557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3790520728635581032</id><published>2009-05-05T12:16:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:02:01.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#51</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="public_link_uri"&gt;I loved my lil birthday gathering. Simply because I had the company of good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS AND GIRLS. AND THOSE WHO BAILED OUT ON ME, I STILL LOVE YOU LOR.&lt;br /&gt;Okay im not gonna post up ALL the pictures i took today, cuz i honestly cant be fucked to do so. too damn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im waiting for Irish's friend to send me all the photos. He's the real camera man. DSLR CAMERAHH, DUDE, THATS THE REAL DEAL.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see those peeeekchures (:&lt;br /&gt;will post it up when i've gotten em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, so picturebook starts now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_EKHLqIBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oii95geYetg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_EKHLqIBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oii95geYetg/s320/Snapshot_20090504_23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332196161835638802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_D8e0aGVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T1cy-lBWODc/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_D8e0aGVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/T1cy-lBWODc/s320/Snapshot_20090504_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195927662401874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, me, and Kevin (:&lt;br /&gt;I have really awesome classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_D0_TCNpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9DIQbXJ-baI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_D0_TCNpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/9DIQbXJ-baI/s320/Snapshot_20090504_20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195798941841042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_DntaB4oI/AAAAAAAAAMA/l-u4dbZB_Zg/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_DntaB4oI/AAAAAAAAAMA/l-u4dbZB_Zg/s320/Snapshot_20090504_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195570801042050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_Dj0pPJGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/b0auwNr7aNQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_Dj0pPJGI/AAAAAAAAAL4/b0auwNr7aNQ/s320/Snapshot_20090504_19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195504024396898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_DfdUm3EI/AAAAAAAAALw/lkKFcMekUMI/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_DfdUm3EI/AAAAAAAAALw/lkKFcMekUMI/s320/Snapshot_20090504_17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195429044378690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_DOn_-rRI/AAAAAAAAALo/CKAkyXSGRyE/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_DOn_-rRI/AAAAAAAAALo/CKAkyXSGRyE/s320/Snapshot_20090504_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332195139852872978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_C_oO-76I/AAAAAAAAALg/xz-txbWU2zs/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_C_oO-76I/AAAAAAAAALg/xz-txbWU2zs/s320/Snapshot_20090504_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332194882217766818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_C6EaG3bI/AAAAAAAAALY/KHIsO3Zmayo/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_C6EaG3bI/AAAAAAAAALY/KHIsO3Zmayo/s320/Snapshot_20090504_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332194786701401522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_CkZRn16I/AAAAAAAAALQ/zV5ob3K3MxM/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_CkZRn16I/AAAAAAAAALQ/zV5ob3K3MxM/s320/Snapshot_20090504_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332194414345836450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, these pictures were taken at Derek's block's void deck. We were waiting for that beech Derek to shower and change, then meet us down his block. So Fariz and I just started taking random pictures on my lappy's webcam. While we were busy camwhoring, Max was sitting across us quietly reading some pychic book shyt. Weird guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_CWmDbArI/AAAAAAAAALI/lAmPo7QwnM8/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_CWmDbArI/AAAAAAAAALI/lAmPo7QwnM8/s320/Snapshot_20090504_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332194177257767602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_CRh2BNjI/AAAAAAAAALA/i6oA-eoeeAs/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_CRh2BNjI/AAAAAAAAALA/i6oA-eoeeAs/s320/Snapshot_20090504_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332194090228463154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST LOOK AT FARIZ'S FACE. AHHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_CB5BnNwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/K-Uh4B_wAog/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_CB5BnNwI/AAAAAAAAAK4/K-Uh4B_wAog/s320/Snapshot_20090504_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332193821573199618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_BzmmZEHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/h91N6-B_phY/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_BzmmZEHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/h91N6-B_phY/s320/Snapshot_20090504_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332193576109019250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_Bu0ree0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/PlQcHN7rj5s/s1600-h/Snapshot_20090504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_Bu0ree0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/PlQcHN7rj5s/s320/Snapshot_20090504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332193493989096258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_BnwvTCtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NreXzo4NPtc/s1600-h/DSC01398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_BnwvTCtI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NreXzo4NPtc/s320/DSC01398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332193372672297682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_BAR0zT-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HF2YTFTdrA0/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_BAR0zT-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HF2YTFTdrA0/s320/DSC01396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332192694358986722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH OH OH OH OH. OMG THESE TWO PICTURES ABOVE. HAHAHAH. ITS THE FIRST TIME TERRENCE GOT ALL DRUNK AND FUCKED UP. And it honestly scared the balls outta me, cuz its pretty much always ME getting drunk, and he'd be fucking me up and lecturing me shytless.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, NOW MY TIME HAS COME. MWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;TERRENCE, I HAVE FUCKING HARDCORE EVIDENCE YOU CUNT.&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA PRINT THESE PHOTOS OUT AND SLAP IT INTO YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;WHO SAID TERRENCE ONG CANT GET DRUNK? CANT GET DRUNK YOUR BACKSIDE LUH. HAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;YOU JUST DID AT MY PARTY YESTERDAY. AND YOU EVEN PUKED, I HAVE EYE WITNESSES. (i feel a tinge of power somehow)&lt;br /&gt;And omg dude, you were talking so much crap, you couldnt even remember names. Like how fucked up is that man. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, its not all THAT bad, him getting drunk and all. Cuz yknow what they say, "when someone's drunk, and you ask him/her a question, that someone would be replying the truth"?&lt;br /&gt;HO HO HO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Terrence "eh, i know you're drunk, but i wanna tell you, you're the brother i never had, and although i dont always show it, i really very thankful for you. Thank you for always looking out for me. I love you bro."&lt;br /&gt;And then he was like "come sara, give me a hug. Its okay... Its okay... *pat pat* got gang find you, you come call me, i whack them up."&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! DRUNK BEECH. I was thinking like why the hell would i even have a gang after me. weird.&lt;br /&gt;Then it suddenly struck me, "gosh... wtf man, terrence has never been so... loving." HAHAH. he's usually like "sara you beeech".&lt;br /&gt;So i took the opportunity and went on to ask him "dyou still love me despite all the times i made you angry and disappointed?"&lt;br /&gt;Then he replied "yes yes Sara, i still love you." And while saying it, it came with his really hardcore kinda head nodding. HAHAHA fucking funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;So now i know, I once thought i let him down so much that he couldnt be bothered with me anymore. But thats not the case. He's tolerant with me, but he just wants me to think straight at times.&lt;br /&gt;After all he did for me before, I tried the best i could to look after him when he was drunk and out yesterday. I hope i did okay.. (:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_Aft3jiTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UvdXrEyrsWk/s1600-h/DSC01387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_Aft3jiTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UvdXrEyrsWk/s320/DSC01387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332192134951045426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_AIUQvgrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8i_ni2B9ovU/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_AIUQvgrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8i_ni2B9ovU/s320/DSC01389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332191732940374706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf-_ntiDY_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MthtSh2Eg-4/s1600-h/DSC01388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf-_ntiDY_I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/MthtSh2Eg-4/s320/DSC01388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332191172788184050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf--rMhLrhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2_oVGYlcQSc/s1600-h/DSC01393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf--rMhLrhI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2_oVGYlcQSc/s320/DSC01393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332190133134011922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derek (: YOUR HAIR LIKE MCM AHBENG NOW, I FEEL LIKE SMACKING YOU.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming, and helping to chip in with buying stuff bro!&lt;br /&gt;love you long long keh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND, A BIG BIG BIG THANK YOU TO FARIZ AND SHAH. I COULDNT HAVE DONE ANYTHING WITHOUT THE BOTH OF YOU. MWAH MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Shah, thank you for going down to downtown east to book the chalet for me, and thanks for getting all the mixes. Thank you for helping to watch out for us, and thank you for giving us first class entertainment. I couldnt stop laughing. I could even laugh at your jokes while i was half-asleep. HAHAH.OH and thank you for being my bartender after Fariz left (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Fariz, thank you so much for being to willing to help me out despite the last minute plans, thank you for meeting me right after your job interview and bringing me to Aljunied to buy the many bottles of liquor. Thank you for helping me carry my laptop, all the 6 bottles of alcohol, and like 24 cans of redbull. It was really really heavy, and i couldnt have gotten all those without your help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Thank God you have big muscles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND THANK YOU FOR BEING MY BARTENDER FOR HALF THE NIGHT. HAHAHA the drinks you made were fucking potent, but i downed it all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I love you bro (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really long post, i know. But what to do, got alot to say what..&lt;br /&gt;When i mentioned earlier that the drinks Fariz made were really potent. I shyt you not. He fucking made 'Graveyard' which basically contained 7 spirits (rum, tequila, gin, brandy, whisky, vodka, and topped up with stout) in it.&lt;br /&gt;1 cup could possibly knock you out.&lt;br /&gt;Like how Fariz describes it, its a 'One Hit Wonder'.&lt;br /&gt;Fariz made me this cup, and i dont mean shotglass, i literally mean BIG CUP.&lt;br /&gt;First he did one for himself, next up was Ben, then my turn.&lt;br /&gt;I BEAT A GUY IN DOWNING THE WHOLE THING MAN.&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself. IM NOT A PUSSY ALTHOUGH I HAVE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;MAX IS THE FKIN' PUSSY.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sumpah &lt;/span&gt;uh, no lie, the taste of that 'Graveyard' shyt is enough to make you puke.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover the alcohol burns inside your throat and stomach. Gawd, i was sooo high.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it was an awesome experience though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After all that, i was between Madhan and Niven, TRYING to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But having a girl between 2 guys. Shyt happens yknow?&lt;br /&gt;And i dont mean like sex luh, but their hands could not stay still. gawd knows why.&lt;br /&gt;So much so that i was fucking annoyed, and i got off the bed.&lt;br /&gt;but not only the three of us were on the bed, there were many more people lying around. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random event to take note of: Im invited to this fucking huge house party at some 3 storey bungalow, 15th of may, there'll be about 900+ people there, AND its an all white party. Means that i gotta dress completely in white (how the hell am i gonna do that).&lt;br /&gt;Fariz's Godbrother is hosting it. and he's prolly some hella rich dude luh, can host these kinda bigass parties.&lt;br /&gt;So Fariz could only invite a few people, and im honoured im one of them. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Fariz said im his "date" for that night. But not like DATE-DATE luh, just kinda like, pretend. Afterall, im Fariz's lil sister, he looks after me, he would NEVER date me. Like INCEST sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYOKAY. i officially cant wait for the 15th. Fariz will pick me up from my house, and we'll whoosh to the house party. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;I pray there'll be hundreds of hot guys there, im so gonna ditch Fariz for them man.. hahahaha just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3790520728635581032?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3790520728635581032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/51.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3790520728635581032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3790520728635581032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/51.html' title='#51'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sf_EKHLqIBI/AAAAAAAAAMY/oii95geYetg/s72-c/Snapshot_20090504_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-1824112098155537194</id><published>2009-05-02T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T00:07:33.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://failblog.org/2009/02/10/name-fail-3/"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone size-full wp-image-12580" title="fail-owned-name-fail1" src="http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/02/fail-owned-name-fail1.jpg" alt="fail owned pwned pictures" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA. I PITY THE MAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-1824112098155537194?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1824112098155537194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/50.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1824112098155537194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1824112098155537194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/50.html' title='#50'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3689507021561102572</id><published>2009-05-01T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:50:50.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#49</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Everything has been said before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's nothing left to say anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When it's all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can ask for it by name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Babble, babble, bitch, bitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rebel, rebel, party, party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sex, sex, sex and don't forget the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blah, blah, blah, got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stick your stupid slogan in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Babble, babble, bitch, bitch Rebel, rebel, party, party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sex, sex, sex and don't forget the violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blah, blah, blah, got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stick your stupid slogan in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you motherfuckers ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the new shit? Stand up and admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow's never coming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the new shit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stand up and admit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do we get it? - No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do we want it? - Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the new shit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stand up and admit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-This is the New Shit by Marilyn Manson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His song lyrics hXc weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;omg... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3689507021561102572?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3689507021561102572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3689507021561102572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3689507021561102572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/05/49.html' title='#49'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3347012979245977076</id><published>2009-04-30T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:13:27.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#48</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK MAN, NABIL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SERIOUSLY. WHATS WRONG WITH YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;URGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;some guys are major assholes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3347012979245977076?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3347012979245977076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/48.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3347012979245977076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3347012979245977076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/48.html' title='#48'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-8813771540455864353</id><published>2009-04-29T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:27:50.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#47</title><content type='html'>I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING EVERYTIME I TALK TO DARREN. HAHAHHAHAHAHHAA.&lt;br /&gt;That bitch really fkin funny sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the convo really innocently. Like talking about "how's life" and stuff. Then gawd knows how it got to talking about cum, and then on to lactating nipples, and then on to porn stars. HAHAHAHHAHAHHAH wtf. With Darren, even talking about stomata can be a topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*you're the sick freak&lt;br /&gt;*hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;*ew ?&lt;br /&gt;*poke poke here and there ah&lt;br /&gt;*tsk tsk tks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahhahaha what pokepoke ahhahahhahaaha&lt;br /&gt;*you do poking style uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*dont think idk man&lt;br /&gt;*ahahhahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*wah darren&lt;br /&gt;*not bad ah you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*EH FUCK YOU LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*got new style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*I SAY YOU OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*the poking style&lt;br /&gt;*AHAHHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*YOU SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*nono, but the fact that you know so much tells me you've got experience&lt;br /&gt;*AHHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;*WAH DARREN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;*wth&lt;br /&gt;*its just...&lt;br /&gt;*CUM ?&lt;br /&gt;*you see it in videos too&lt;br /&gt;*why can't i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHHAHA PUHLEASE... you literally PRODUCE that stuff&lt;br /&gt;*tsktsk&lt;br /&gt;*you cum generator you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*EXACTLY&lt;br /&gt;*SO WHY WOUDN'T I KNOW MY OWN SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;*its just like how'd you know you have two nipples that lactate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;*MINE IS SO NOT LACTATING LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HUH&lt;br /&gt;*i saw sara on badjojo&lt;br /&gt;*doing that&lt;br /&gt;*:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHHAHAHAHAhAHHAA WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;*WHY GOT PORN STAR WITH MY NAME ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*NO&lt;br /&gt;*ITS YOU&lt;br /&gt;*IDK WHO VIDEOTAPED YOU&lt;br /&gt;*IT WAS DAMN SAD&lt;br /&gt;*YOU&lt;br /&gt;*...&lt;br /&gt;*BLED&lt;br /&gt;*MENSES MAYBE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*FUCK YOU DARREN. YOU ALSO LOR. I BLOWING YOU ON XNXX.COM &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[OMG MAJOR TYPO ERROR: I MEANT TO TYPE, I SAW SOMEONE BLOWIN HIM. NOT &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; BLOW HIM. GAWD.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*HAHAHHAHAHA NOW I KNOW WHERE YOU GO TO WATCH PORN&lt;br /&gt;*BADJOJO.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*FUCK OFF LA HAHAAHAH WTH IS XnXX.com&lt;br /&gt;*never heard before la yours lousy&lt;br /&gt;*how bout realwifestories.com&lt;br /&gt;*now thats what i call chilleee padi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHA YOU LIKE MILFs?!&lt;br /&gt;*YOU SICK OLD MAN&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*WHATS MILFS&lt;br /&gt;*I ALWAYS SEE THAT BUT IDK WHATS THAY&lt;br /&gt;*THAT *&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHHAHAHA you porn noob. It stands for MOMS I LOVE TO FUCK&lt;br /&gt;*WHYYY THE WEBSITE ALL ABOUT WIVES AH&lt;br /&gt;*omg naughty wives. HAHAHHAHA YOU HIRE THEM RIGHT\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHHA CHLLEEEE PADI HO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*now i know. Darren ah darren, you bad bad boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY WENT&lt;br /&gt;*hHAHAHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*NOOOOOOOOOO I DIDNT GO&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*LIE&lt;br /&gt;*LIE&lt;br /&gt;*LIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*I COULD TELL FROM THE TITLE YOU BEECH&lt;br /&gt;*AHHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*SO MILFS = they fuck their mom ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*NO LA LOL. wow darren i thought you were smarter.&lt;br /&gt;*guys fuck moms. not like child fuck mom hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*i dont watch porn okay i swear hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[SARA] You tell me 'go to hell', but boy, you take me as I am. says:&lt;br /&gt;*but like men fuck MOMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DARREN. says:&lt;br /&gt;*OH&lt;br /&gt;*EW MON GOT SAGGY PUSSY WHR GOT NICE&lt;br /&gt;*SUCks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHA oh my gawd this content is so M18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. Darren you really can go suk kok. you're always thrash talking with me and making me laugh like a hyena. But i shtill lurve mwah fwen okkiexz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s: you still owe me big time for buying you those Red Vans Classics all the way from Aussie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sfhg6IdHtwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MP4_Z2zOgNQ/s1600-h/IMG_1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330116710811285250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sfhg6IdHtwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MP4_Z2zOgNQ/s320/IMG_1081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see his stupid face. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Darren's the one on the right, in checkered shirt]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING WHY THE CONVO GOT SO MANY "AHHAAHAs", yeh, becuz we both really do laugh alot. even at the stupidest thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-8813771540455864353?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8813771540455864353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/47.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8813771540455864353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8813771540455864353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/47.html' title='#47'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sfhg6IdHtwI/AAAAAAAAAJo/MP4_Z2zOgNQ/s72-c/IMG_1081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-4100247751629348380</id><published>2009-04-28T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:22:52.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#46</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont blame me for not believing in you any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna play nice with you anymore, cuz im getting nothing out of it.&lt;br /&gt;The things you do always bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-4100247751629348380?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4100247751629348380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4100247751629348380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4100247751629348380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/46.html' title='#46'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-1318709246230502755</id><published>2009-04-27T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:19:49.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#45</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SfWuHzQv7MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7eiNuAZ87fI/s1600-h/page1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329357183105625282" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SfWuHzQv7MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7eiNuAZ87fI/s400/page1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara's 17th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will update details on which chalet soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surely it would be at downtown east.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4th May afternoon til 5th May morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get intoxicated on Jack Daniel's black label, and hella lotsa vodka, and ciggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a big thing, but, i bet it would be fun. Cuz everyone's gonna get drunk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FUKYEHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND OMG SOMEONE JUST SENT ME A PIC. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH FUCKING HELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358974095188002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SfWvwDN74CI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fADrJVEevTk/s320/gross+to+the+max.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;HOLEYSHYT. GROSS TO THE MAX.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WTF SHE TRYING TO DO TO MADHAN SIAAAAAAA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;S-C-A-N-D-A-L-O-U-S. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wonder if Madhan likes it thou. He better not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I CAN SO IMAGINE WHAT SHE'S THINKING.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Madhan, i wrote your name on my boobies, and oh my geez, i even drew a heart! Dont you just wanna get under these lingeries? Teeheeheezxzxxz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. WHATS THIS MAN. AND SHE'S FROM KATONG CONVENT. DOUBLE HOORAY.&lt;br /&gt;What-A-W-h-o-r-e.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LUHHHHHHH. MADHAN WOULD NEVER FALL FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalyn Nisha, or whatever your name is, you're freakin younger than me, and you're doing this. Katong Convent has been defamed enough, you really dont have to add on to it.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why Madhan even talks to people like you. OH WAIT, I KNOW. FREE FUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;wow, should've known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually found this hilarious at first but now I am so pissed. People like her should be electricuted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-1318709246230502755?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1318709246230502755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/45.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1318709246230502755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1318709246230502755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/45.html' title='#45'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SfWuHzQv7MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7eiNuAZ87fI/s72-c/page1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-4846346557083474920</id><published>2009-04-27T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:40:29.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#44</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time I thought things were real... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You said they were, what happened? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were a priority, was I an option? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;damn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now your existence, it burns my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-4846346557083474920?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4846346557083474920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4846346557083474920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4846346557083474920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/44.html' title='#44'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6086144431762373202</id><published>2009-04-26T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:34:13.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#43</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;M`ehndi (W) says:&lt;br /&gt;*it's not enough to say that i miss you&lt;br /&gt;*:(&lt;br /&gt;*you're one of the few people that i can't be without&lt;br /&gt;*saraaa babby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mehndi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The most gorgeous pakistani girl i've ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The one who's been with me through shyt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The one who made me cry just because she was crying on the phone too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The one who laughs at the stupidest matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The one i cant live without. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Mehndi, always have, always will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6086144431762373202?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6086144431762373202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/43.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6086144431762373202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6086144431762373202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/43.html' title='#43'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3129185220452488986</id><published>2009-04-25T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:08:34.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#42</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sara is gonna try to get it right this time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AAB cute sia ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3129185220452488986?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3129185220452488986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/42.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3129185220452488986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3129185220452488986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/42.html' title='#42'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-2006705194563604735</id><published>2009-04-24T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:22:59.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#41</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brenda and I saved hella lot of cash today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now we've both got a shytload of makeup, and we're super duper happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We're broke, but still, we get lotsa makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How? Oh cuz we signed up for a modelling agency, and they sponsored us maybelline, silkygirl, and loreal makeup products. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO COOL RIGHTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAH okay kidding luh. Ask me and maybe i'll tell you how i got em. But its abit obvious right -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If i tell you i didnt spend a single cent on these products, what can you conclude from that eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmmmm.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328259852509421490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SfHIGwPMn7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sHx3DHcxpRw/s400/DSC01369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Approximately $80 worth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;FREE SHYT MAN. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Above in the picture: 2 silkygirl eyeshadows ($8 x 2) , 1 maybelline eyeshadow ($19.90), 1 canmake eyeshadow ($15?), 1 loreal eyeshadow ($23.90), and 1 limited edition loreal nail polish ($12.90).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;now lets add em up. ooooooooooooh. $87.70 worth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WHOOOOOOOO. expensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Free makeup = hearts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-2006705194563604735?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2006705194563604735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/41.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2006705194563604735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2006705194563604735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/41.html' title='#41'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SfHIGwPMn7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/sHx3DHcxpRw/s72-c/DSC01369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-4395032980544869149</id><published>2009-04-23T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:08:44.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#40</title><content type='html'>I wanna go to phuket with Irish, Johan and Shah. I wish my parents would let me. My mom does, but my dad, gotta freakin get past him. AHH. how the hell am i gonna do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: "Daddy, am i your favourite lil girl?" *shows big smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dad: "you must be up to something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: "No luh,i just think you're the best daddy in the whole wide world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dad: "... ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: "okay yeh, i think i should just say it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dad: "knew it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: "Can i go to phuket with my friends? please please please pweety please??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dad: "WHAT?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me: "I'll be in good hands luh! just go there for holiday, chill by the beach. Enjoy ourselves. The air ticket DAMN CHEAP I TEOW YEW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll go on on how much i'd enjoy myself. how i'd get to experience the world and all that shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gawd, PLEASE JUST SAY YESSSSSSSSSSSS. I'LL PAY FOR MY EXPENSES. ITS IN SEPTEMBER, AND I'VE GOT ENOUGH TIME TO SAVE UP.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANNA GOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE I'LL BE A GOOD GIRL (chyeh right...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna drink, smoke, try out druggie-shyt, screw anyone. oh hoho, noooo, neither am i gonna go to some super duper awesome Full Moon Party. no way pops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, MAYBE I AM. WHOOOP WHOOOP! (but dad, you ain't getting to know any of this shyt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT LIKE, SO WHATTTTT, IM STILL GONNA BE THE SAME OL' SARA WHEN I GET BACK HOME. *SMILES DAMN WIDELY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go i wanna go i wanna go. Im gonna start chanting it like&lt;br /&gt;me will go, me will go, me will go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church always tells us to "visualise and it shall come to pass"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd, im sooooooooooo visualising right now. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay luh, i shouldnt bring the church into this matter, like so sinful lor -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If im going to phuket, I'm so gonna bring some hot guy friend along, we shall be roommates, we shall get high together, share the same bed, and do everything else together. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-U-C-K-I-N-G FUN BODOHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could mean it literally :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, no point saying all these.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start bragging only when my daddy gives me the green light.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, events for myself to take note of.&lt;br /&gt;Weird people have been adding me on facebook. damn annoying sia.&lt;br /&gt;Today cute bus-stop boy smile at me. make my day sial!&lt;br /&gt;I spotted two hot angmohs at starbucks. And i was pointing them out to Shah, but Shah gave me a weird stare and it shut me up. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Starbuck's white chocolate frappe with coffee is good shyt. I never knew until today.&lt;br /&gt;Today Audrey didnt see me online, so she texted me asking me where i am. She denies that she's concerned and she said that she was bored only so she texted me. But i could see the underlying emotions (wtf?) and i knew she was concerned for me. HAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Me going to study now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye fellow earthlings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-4395032980544869149?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4395032980544869149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4395032980544869149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4395032980544869149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/40.html' title='#40'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6968654129763186674</id><published>2009-04-21T20:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:02:45.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#39</title><content type='html'>I am so gawddamn tired, and the only thing i feel like doing is watching Terry's malay friends play Sepak Tekraw (HOW TO SPELL?) just down my block.&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no mood to do much. Im just so sooooo tired. Life seems so draggy now, and i'll just be waiting for something exciting to hit me. bang bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my birthday is not gonna be held at Zouk no more, Audrey said Zouk's boring. So instead we're gonna be having it at Powerhouse. Shah's workplace. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had my first exam today. Next exam is friday.&lt;br /&gt;PREPARE FOR THE SUB PAPER SARA, oh wait, BRENDA TOO. ahahhaha. both of us nvr study hard enough so must prepare ourself for the last chance. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peekchures up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se28rKEWw1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qz4R6uS_aQk/s1600-h/Picture1872+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327121383872185170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se28rKEWw1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qz4R6uS_aQk/s400/Picture1872+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brenda (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se28ZSNyiQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KP3BmBhwfjo/s1600-h/DSC05957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327121076821592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se28ZSNyiQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KP3BmBhwfjo/s400/DSC05957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brenda (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se28O9MAlkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/peur356tr5g/s1600-h/DSC05955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327120899378288194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se28O9MAlkI/AAAAAAAAAIg/peur356tr5g/s400/DSC05955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brenda (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i still love this good ol' picture of me and Audrey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327121849784944786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se29GRunSJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/7KQutvZEzXI/s400/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Audrey (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And although theres this fugly ass picture of me, I still like it for some reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327122528082985586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se29twleAnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/izlsurEu6Pg/s400/n727444286_1312484_5427...jpg" border="0" /&gt;LOL. Johan, Mif, fucked up looking me, and Wendell. Sad that Irish wasn't in the peekchure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times, good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6TH MAY, EVEN BETTER TIMES AHEAD. WHOOOP WHOOOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Madhan's gonna smack my ass. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH YA, talking bout Madhan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(10:38 PM) "'MaXXX: haizz next time want come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(10:38 PM) "'MaXXX: i sneak u in aft midnight then we leave in the morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(10:38 PM) [SARA] You are: LOLLLLL Your head luh, sneak me in for what sia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(10:39 PM) "'MaXXX: for fun ah, HAHAHHAH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(10:39 PM) [SARA] You are: HAHAHHAHA for fun or, for FUN. got difference. HAHAHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(10:41 PM) "'MaXXX: errrr the first one of coz what u mean by the second one ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(10:42 PM) [SARA] You are: ehhhhhhhhhh yknow, i know, we know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(10:42 PM) "'MaXXX: ohhh i know? i tot you only know hahahahah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(10:43 PM) [SARA] You are: ahahhaahhah OI. yknow what im referring to, RIGHT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(10:43 PM) "'MaXXX: HAHHAHAHA what ah, must explain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[M, you so failed at acting innocent lor.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(10:44 PM) [SARA] You are: HAHAHHAHA WTHHHHHHHHHHH I MEANT FOR FUCK, GEDDIT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(10:45 PM) "'MaXXX: ohhhhhhhhhh you mean like that ah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(10:45 PM) "'MaXXX: i so innocent :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;----- [LAUGH OUT LOUD MAX]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(10:45 PM) [SARA] You are: HAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA DAMN YOU MADHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHA. MADHAN? INNOCENT?! KISS MY NICE TIGHT ASS DUDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the day he says he's gonna come clean, is the day the world ends. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;just look at him luh, he's a bad baaaaaaad boy. Thats why i love my friend. HAHAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327128144235876898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se3C0qYqUiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4FvcJCr0Ghk/s400/n761261196_778599_4274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dayummmmm, these msn convos sure are entertaining. well, for me that is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6968654129763186674?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6968654129763186674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/39.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6968654129763186674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6968654129763186674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/39.html' title='#39'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Se28rKEWw1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/qz4R6uS_aQk/s72-c/Picture1872+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-8695927089897864210</id><published>2009-04-20T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:29:35.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#38</title><content type='html'>Sara's Birthday celebration @ Zouk.&lt;br /&gt;6th May / Table to be booked soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th May&lt;br /&gt;Zouk- Mambo Jambo&lt;br /&gt;Phuture- Bounce w/ Andrew Chow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmm. think i'll stick to Zouk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 people would be attending. 15 people too big for a table. BUT oh wells, Madhan says can go steal tables. dont know how thats possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Me&lt;br /&gt;2. Audrey&lt;br /&gt;3. Shah&lt;br /&gt;4. Roy&lt;br /&gt;5. Irish&lt;br /&gt;6. Johan&lt;br /&gt;7. Kevin&lt;br /&gt;8. Brenda&lt;br /&gt;9. Madhan&lt;br /&gt;10. Mahesh&lt;br /&gt;11. Momo&lt;br /&gt;12. Ben&lt;br /&gt;13. Aishah&lt;br /&gt;14. ShaSha&lt;br /&gt;15. Irish's friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far only 8 people are confirmed. 8 people = more than enough to have fun @ zouk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6TH MAY IS GONNA BE SO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;7TH MAY, MY ACTUAL BIRTHDAY IS GONNA BE SO... I DONT KNOW. WE'LL SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek says he's gonna buy me a dog collar for my birthday present so i can take him for a walk. HAHAHAHAHHA FUK YEW DEREK. YOU SICK FREAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mif says he'll text me to wish me Happy Birthday cuz he'll be back in the Maldives ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-8695927089897864210?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8695927089897864210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/38.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8695927089897864210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8695927089897864210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/38.html' title='#38'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-7992290231150986387</id><published>2009-04-19T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:02:20.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#37</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is no point in feeling sad over my ex-friends, and there is no reason to, cuz i have kickass friends who make me smile, make me laugh, and talk sense into me every once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone like Audrey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-7992290231150986387?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7992290231150986387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/37.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7992290231150986387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7992290231150986387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/37.html' title='#37'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-5423147811390221490</id><published>2009-04-18T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:47:56.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#36</title><content type='html'>I never knew what happened to me in secondary school could happen to someone else too. someone i know. someone so innocent, and yet she has to deal with this shyt. Whats the big deal with girl's schools and cliques.&lt;br /&gt;Its not her fault man, its just that her 'friends' are too caught up being bitches, and too busy to explain, too busy to even help a friend. LIKE WHAT, CAN YOU BLAME A PERSON FOR BEING CURIOUS? NO RIGHT? They're ditching her just because she asks questions and they cant stand her cause they find her a bother.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is seriously stupid. explain just explain luh! will die meh?&lt;br /&gt;at least you know this girl will grow up having some kinda knowledge. aaand, we know also that her so called 'friends' would prolly grow up to be like air-heads cuz they were too stuck up to ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;Really luh. I know what she's been through, and i know how it feels like when everyone turns their backs on you, I know what its like to be alone at school. IT SUCKS SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i had good advice to help her out, the best i've got is "just dont look pathetic in front of em' girls. keep yourself busy. you're better off without them (which is soooo true)"&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... anyone wanna help? Advice me on what to advice her.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up darling, you've got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, something i'd like to take note of. (the parts in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; are my thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:12 AM) [SARA] You are: did you get my text? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(2:12 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: wat text?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:13 AM) [SARA] You are: right, uh nvm forget about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(2:13 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: OUHH is it the krystal thing? well ok, shes my crush laa. but i can never get her. so yeaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:14 AM) [SARA] You are: yeh. and listen. i've been your friend for more than a year &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[more than 2 actually..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:14 AM) [SARA] You are: there is nothing you can't tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(2:14 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: yes i know tat dear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:14 AM) [SARA] You are: alright? i was pretty hurt that you lied to me. all i wanted was honesty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(2:15 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: but i didnt lie to u abt the parrot thingy. i mean i really bought one more but like the name wasnt krystal so yeaa &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; THE POINT, I DONT CARE ABOUT YOUR DAMN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARROT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:15 AM) [SARA] You are: yeh i could tell actually.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:16 AM) [SARA] You are: but please just dont cover up or lie about anything. please?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; [omg, am i begging?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(2:16 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: well it doesnt matter anymore sara, im still single &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(2:16 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: i cant get her shes already attached, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yeaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:17 AM) [SARA] You are: you dont get it dyou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:17 AM) [SARA] You are: okay forget it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(2:17 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: I DO SARA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(2:17 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: ill tell u everything from now on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ HA-HA eh this one joke uh!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:18 AM) [SARA] You are: well i'm sorry you didnt get her, if sympathy's what you want. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[trying to sound mean]&lt;/span&gt; just move on or something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(2:19 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: im nt upset abt her or anything so yea its cool. but yes i know how u feel and im really sorry abt lying to u dear. i really am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(2:19 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: u know i wouldnt actually lie to u and stuff. i never have. its just tat abt krystal i didnt dare tell anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;(2:20 AM) [SARA] You are: well for the record, you can tell me anything. even if you're wanking. and secondly, apology accepted. and thirdly, im sorry if i sounded like a mean bitch at any point of time &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[okay, i really was sorry, i was cursing at all the mean and sarcastic thoughts i had during the earlier part of the convo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(2:21 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: of course i do know tat honey. im so comfortable talking to u we talk abt sex&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ THAT IS SOOOO CLASSIFIED LOR, HAHAHA ]&lt;/span&gt; we talk abt alcohol we talk almost abt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;(2:21 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: sometimes i just wonder why u were never mine before. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ ??!! wah cb, this guy really got short term memory sia ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway. over 2 years of friendship, we'll always work things out. Im sure of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either one of us always gives in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(2:27 AM) [SARA] You are: love you long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(2:28 AM) Momo; Harley Qui: love u even longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, we're better off as friends (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-5423147811390221490?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/5423147811390221490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/36.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5423147811390221490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5423147811390221490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/36.html' title='#36'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-228558075882317455</id><published>2009-04-18T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:04:14.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#35</title><content type='html'>I watched Hannah Montana The Movie last night before bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me why. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe you should.&lt;br /&gt;You see...&lt;br /&gt;I WATCHED HANNAH MONTANA CUZ HAROLD AND KUMAR: ESCAPE FROM GUANTANAMO (did i spell it right?) BAY DIED ON ME HALFWAY. I was pretty sad about it so I desperately tried to find some other movie to watch online.&lt;br /&gt;My review: Hannah Montana the Movie is extremely predictable, and isnt worth the $10 bucks if you're gonna pay to watch it in cinemas. The only consolation is that cute guy, Travis. oooooh, how i wish i were Miley Cyrus at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i go to Australia, I pray i'd find a Travis-like guy. My heart would swoosh swoosh everyday. oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeh, one thing i noticed, Miley Cyrus laughs like a male.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Miley fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will watch my Harold and Kumar soon. how soon? i dont know. After my exams i guess.. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight im not gonna watch no movie, my ass is gonna be stuck to the chair, and i'm gonna study. MMHMM. I better do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, i miss school. Guess i miss seeing my friends all together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey, Shah, Roy, Mif, Irish, Brenda, Kevin, and the whole lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andand. I miss bumping into other friends at school. Derek, Alex, Uttz.&lt;br /&gt;Although i dont talk to Alex and Uttz much, its just nice to at least be like "EH HI!", then give them a smack, and head off. HAHAHA. okay wth.&lt;br /&gt;Derek... aiyah, this person, dont care luh. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-228558075882317455?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/228558075882317455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/35.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/228558075882317455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/228558075882317455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/35.html' title='#35'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3764871645994577779</id><published>2009-04-17T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:41:56.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#34</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SeiUiIXpSQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dHopzJQVS0g/s1600-h/SNV33958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325669873448732930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SeiUiIXpSQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dHopzJQVS0g/s400/SNV33958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, F-U-C-K-I-N-G FUNNY SHYT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Thank God he's gone back to whatever country he's from)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;phew..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3764871645994577779?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3764871645994577779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/34.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3764871645994577779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3764871645994577779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/34.html' title='#34'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SeiUiIXpSQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/dHopzJQVS0g/s72-c/SNV33958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-1655329084211277417</id><published>2009-04-17T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:09:32.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It started out as a feeling&lt;br /&gt;Which then grew into a hope&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet thought&lt;br /&gt;Which then turned into a quiet word&lt;br /&gt;And then that word grew louder and louder&lt;br /&gt;'Til it was a battle cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When you call me&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Just because everything's changing&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean it's never been this way before&lt;br /&gt;All you can do is try to know who your friends are&lt;br /&gt;As you head off to the war&lt;br /&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;br /&gt;And follow the light&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back when it's over&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Now we're back to the beginning&lt;br /&gt;It's just a feeling and no one knows yet&lt;br /&gt;But just because they can't feel it too&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean that you have to forget&lt;br /&gt;Let your memories grow stronger and stronger&lt;br /&gt;'Til they're before your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You'll come back&lt;br /&gt;When they call you&lt;br /&gt;No need to say goodbye"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be brave, Sara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-1655329084211277417?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1655329084211277417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/33.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1655329084211277417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1655329084211277417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/33.html' title='#33'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-8028485098627896946</id><published>2009-04-16T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:39:40.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#32 - Audrey, the sweetest.</title><content type='html'>This is a post i copy&amp;amp;pasted from Audrey's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated 16th April 2009, Sara's heart melts and she thanks God for having someone like Audrey around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="peonies"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, April 16, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="daisies"&gt;MSN CHATLOG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[SARA] Gawd dammit. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait uhhh&lt;br /&gt;exorcism&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;2012&lt;br /&gt;our world&lt;br /&gt;ENDS&lt;br /&gt;OGM&lt;br /&gt;*OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUDREY says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that has been a rumour since agesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[SARA] Gawd dammit. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yehhhh&lt;br /&gt;yknow why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUDREY says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[SARA] Gawd dammit. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ cuz free masons gna take over the world&lt;br /&gt;Leekwanyew&lt;br /&gt;george w bush&lt;br /&gt;all the top leaders&lt;br /&gt;are in the cult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[SARA] Gawd dammit. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;EHEHEH&lt;br /&gt;YKNOW PASIR RIS PARK GOT MAZE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUDREY says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH!&lt;br /&gt;a mini freaky one&lt;br /&gt;infested with millions of mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[SARA] Gawd dammit. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL REALLY?! how come i dunno. i living in a walnut uh. hahahahaha apparently its haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i got a retarded friend like sara, and i like her this way. in the future, we're gonna travel the world together. me and her, your future SIA air stewardess.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blogitemdatetime&gt;BROUGHT TO YOU AT 6:12 PM&lt;/blogitemdatetime&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;She really is, without question, the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-8028485098627896946?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8028485098627896946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/32-audrey-sweetest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8028485098627896946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8028485098627896946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/32-audrey-sweetest.html' title='#32 - Audrey, the sweetest.'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-5059961489189180697</id><published>2009-04-16T13:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:40:06.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#31</title><content type='html'>Wow. you ditched me, avoided me and gave me shyt after using me, and now you're flirting with my ex-bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;LIFE COULDNT GET ANY BETTER THAN THIS. WHOOPEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;Dont you dare fuck with her the same way you did with me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i was thinking, maybe i could tell every damn girl about what you do. then they'd know about how fucked up of an asshole you are.&lt;br /&gt;Yknow i miss you so much, i read your past msges daily, and i really think its a brilliant idea showing up at your school sometime. Nayang Poly? Aw, distance is no problem baby. I just wanna see you soooooo badly. I just wanna ruin you the same way you ruined me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zimmy, dont you just love me? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope someone captures you and uses you as blood sacrifice, similar to  a slaughtered goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-5059961489189180697?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/5059961489189180697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5059961489189180697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5059961489189180697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/31.html' title='#31'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-4659098181610771990</id><published>2009-04-15T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:31:13.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#30</title><content type='html'>-#30 has been removed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-4659098181610771990?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4659098181610771990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4659098181610771990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4659098181610771990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/30.html' title='#30'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-7097220008148418614</id><published>2009-04-15T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:20:29.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its alright if you don't bother about me, or what i do anymore. Just as long as you know what you mean to me, i'm happy. Its always you saving me from the worst of situations, and there's never really anything i can do to return the favours. I feel so useless at times, and I know i'm really really messed up. If at any point of time you really need me, i'd always be here. You know that. I only hope for one thing, that i'd never fall out with you. You're my friend, and the brother i never had."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sooo, nothing much happened today. Spent like half the day at Mr. Ashley's house. Bummed around, watched an MV of some pretty korean song (I was dancing to it and Ashley prolly thought i was the biggest retard he'd ever seen), aaaaand, played a couple of games on my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh right, and, is it just me, or do i sense someone hitting on me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Damn. I dont know what to think anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that went to meet mommy and daddy at East Point, and we went to search for a couple of Blu-Ray movies. Daddy said blu-ray movies were soooooo expensive so we went to rent em' from VideoEzy instead. Rented "The Journey to the Centre of The Earth" which by the way, is simply amazing. The whole 3D effect was so fun. Really, like we literally had to use this retarded paper-cellophane-specs thingy white watching it. Best thing is, we watched it right at home. Next we rented "The Devil Wears Prada". Good Show. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whatever movie it is, its just good to mention that BLU-RAY MOVIES KICKASS. WHOOP WHOOP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MY LIVING ROOM IS A THEATRE NOW, HD TEEVEE, A FREAKIN AWESOME SURROUND SYSTEM, AAAAAAND BLU-RAY MOVIES. I couldnt be happier. And because of that, I'm pleased to announce that &lt;em&gt;I officially just LOVE chilling at home&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Doesnt take much to please me now does it? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was doing so much thinking lately, i can barely concentrate on my exams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dont know how i'm gonna concentrate, but i would skin myself alive if i didnt do it. WAKE UP SARA. YOUR FUTURE IS AT STAKE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Work hard, play hard. The term 'play hard' sounds so sweet. I can only imagine what i'd do. mmhmmm (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-7097220008148418614?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7097220008148418614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7097220008148418614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7097220008148418614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/29.html' title='#29'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3412714543642831315</id><published>2009-04-13T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T15:15:19.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"looking at your body got me going loco. you look so yummy."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just heard the plan about me moving to Aussie. I'm prolly gonna be sent over before i turn 18. So that its easier for me to get my PR there. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One last year spent in Singapore before i leave. oh wells..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By september i'd complete both my diploma course and my piano exam shyt. And right after that i'd have to start packing. and prolly gonna leave by end of this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having mixed feelings about leaving Sg. A huge part of me is really sad, but another part of me wants me to start life anew there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont knowwwwwww ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year seems to be passing so fast. Never thought i'd say this, but please, i hope time moves slower for me this year. I dont wanna leave too soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3412714543642831315?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3412714543642831315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3412714543642831315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3412714543642831315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/28.html' title='#28'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3085097368635390260</id><published>2009-04-13T01:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:28:06.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'No matter what happens, i know for sure that there'll be people who'd love me unconditionally. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They always have, and always will.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris Hilton is in search of a new BFF. WOW, dyou have ANY IDEA how fucking stupid that show is? Really. I mean those girls are literally sucking up to her. Watching that show makes me feel like smashing the damn teevee and ripping out the wires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nicole Richie USED TO BE MY BFF&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE: USED TO BE&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a) BFF- Best Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;(b) BFF- Best Fucking Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so which is it, Paris? oh, is it (a)? hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN ANYONE USE THE WORD 'FOREVER' IF ITS THAT EASY TO LET SOMEONE GO? GEEZ. AND IF SHE MEANT FOR THE FRIENDSHIP TO ACTUALLY LAST FOREVER, THE WORDS 'USED TO BE' WOULD NEVER HAVE TO BE SAID.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing yknow, Nicole is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;replaced&lt;/span&gt; by some fake-breasted-blonde-blue-eyed-tanned-Paris-suck-up. whooopeedoo. what a prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Paris, you just won yourself a new best friend "forever" (BFF).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and she claims to be some businesswoman. funny huh? I bet she pays people to do the job for her, think for her and whatever else. All she does is prolly pamper that chihuahua of hers. So smart.&lt;br /&gt;She knows nuts about friendship (not saying i know alot luh) but yet she somehow knows how to go about doing business. riiiiiiiiiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE YOU CHIP A NAIL. MWAHAHAHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;i am SO evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol just kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3085097368635390260?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3085097368635390260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3085097368635390260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3085097368635390260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/27.html' title='#27'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-1157182960654364827</id><published>2009-04-11T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:16:35.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#26</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another good day with Lex and Crystal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay i look like shyt in these photos. grah. nehmind whatever. Crystal has all the nice proper photos in her camerahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SeCkklL3KCI/AAAAAAAAAII/ptXkEvRkcD4/s1600-h/DSC01358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323435707916036130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SeCkklL3KCI/AAAAAAAAAII/ptXkEvRkcD4/s320/DSC01358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think i look phat here. geez :/ ( oops, sorry lex, half your head gone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SeCj9kkrajI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oUoGRAcr6g0/s1600-h/DSC01355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323435037736790578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SeCj9kkrajI/AAAAAAAAAIA/oUoGRAcr6g0/s320/DSC01355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3 of us in the cab. sweet max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323436214535927042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SeClCEfdNQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/bAO73yCBXm4/s320/DSC01348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay no lex or crystal here, but look on the bright side, its a pic of me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh ya. take note, I CUT MY HAIR :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-1157182960654364827?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1157182960654364827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1157182960654364827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1157182960654364827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/26.html' title='#26'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SeCkklL3KCI/AAAAAAAAAII/ptXkEvRkcD4/s72-c/DSC01358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6527233453996581142</id><published>2009-04-10T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:22:22.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"dont you dare fuck with my darling. or i'll zap zap chomp chomp beep beep you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Know what i need right now? I need vodka lime. and a good hair product.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I freakin chopped off my hair. and after rebonding it, it looks so damn flat like tissue paper. Tak boleh tahan sia. aaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need like some super ultra volumising hair product thingy so badly. eh, actually i got.. hohoho. BED HEAD SUPERSTAR. But i cant apply it now, wait i kill my hair ( as if its not already dead ). tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i know what i want for my birthday this year. I pray this coming birthday be a good one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#1: ------- like ----e-. everything said and done would make me so happy. Please God, help me find someone like ----e-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#2: ( I know this prolly wouldnt come true, but.. ) Peter, please dont go. Please stay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#3: I want my problems to clear up. I dont wanna be constantly bothered by em'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#4: You. whoever you may be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#5: I want to pass all my modules. Get my diploma over and done with, and move to Aussie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if had moved to Aussie earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i hadn't screwed things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i hadn't sidetracked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i didnt meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like with you gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i had done it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if you didnt cheat on me with a donzen other girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i had just studied hard for my o levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i had been a good girl from the very start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i met the right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i had just kept my mouth shut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i didnt retaliate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i had just taken your advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what life would be like if i actually start picking up the pieces starting from today onwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know what life would be like if i learnt to appreciate what i have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know what life would be like if i learnt to be patient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know life would be good, if i hadnt made stupid mistakes before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know life would be better, if i learn from my mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know who i am, i know what would be good for me, and what is not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish i could tell you how fickleminded i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish i could tell him to appear sooner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wish you all the best, and i had good times spent with you, I hope you understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think its best that i get my life on track first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I WISH YOU DIDNT JUST CALL ME AND TELL ME YOU'RE UNDER MY BLOCK WAITING FOR ME, YOU DAMN STALKER. i am NOT coming down. hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;IDIOT. RUIN MY CHAIN OF THOUGHTS. my post was on the verge of setting off the emo alarm. damnnn.. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6527233453996581142?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6527233453996581142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/25_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6527233453996581142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6527233453996581142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/25_10.html' title='#25'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3114456980110526489</id><published>2009-04-09T14:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T15:17:23.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#24</title><content type='html'>I'm really shagged. Didnt get much of a proper sleep, must be cuz of the alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was out clubbing at Zouk last night. As you know it, wednesdays = ladies night. Girls get in free, guys gotta pay. oh wells (:&lt;br /&gt;Audrey and I were the only two girls among the guys. there were... 7 of us altogether.&lt;br /&gt;Audrey, Me, Roy, Kevin, and 3 of Roy's friends. I dont know their names, dont really bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty awesome that i could get into the club last night, i mean, they didnt even check my I/C. woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is, I usually get drunk pretty easily. But ytd although i drank my vodka lime pretty fast, i was just high, not drunk. I was high enough to have my vision blurry, and high enough to dance with anyone. Basically high enough to have all the fun i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh and my mom has announced that i'm allowed to stay out the whole night and come back in the morning IF i'm with the right group of friends. Thats good enough for me. Cant believe my dad agreed too. I'm allowed to club, allowed to drink, allowed to stay out all night til morning, not allowed to smoke, but still i do and my mom knows it. Never thought i'd say this, but man, i'm loving my life right now. THANK YOU MOM AND DAD. heehee :)&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom about the whole "my friend managed to get me someone's student pass and i tried to use it to sneak into a club" matter. And her reply was "wah, once in a lifetime experience uh!" HAHAH WTH. But in the end i didnt need the student pass. I got in on my own record! yay me.&lt;br /&gt;Soon i wouldnt have to sneak in with someone else's IC as backup. I'd be getting my fake ID in gawd-knows-how-long. I can wait. I have patience, well, somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, yeh, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sd2c8F63WFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xTwL4gcmDJU/s1600-h/DSC01338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322582890816952402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sd2c8F63WFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xTwL4gcmDJU/s400/DSC01338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sd2cpjWbttI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TnXGnsR6KmA/s1600-h/DSC01341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322582572299695826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sd2cpjWbttI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TnXGnsR6KmA/s400/DSC01341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sd2calbHRQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_3MsMsVOogI/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322582315158160642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sd2calbHRQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_3MsMsVOogI/s400/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OH RIGHT, i almost forgot. "Hi, my phone is really being a bitch, so i'll be using another line temporarily, but that line is used for calling out. If anyone needs to call me, call my usual number. I might pick up if my phone decides to be good and non-bitchlike. If there's a text message, i might receive it like a dozen hours later. And my phone's buttons are really screwed up. So if i dont reply a text or i dont get back to you, i'm not dead, my phone is."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If anyone is kind enough to steal a phone for me or give me a really nice brand new one, please do so. I'd love you for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3114456980110526489?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3114456980110526489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3114456980110526489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3114456980110526489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/25.html' title='#24'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sd2c8F63WFI/AAAAAAAAAH4/xTwL4gcmDJU/s72-c/DSC01338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3158852130520960341</id><published>2009-04-06T22:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:40:10.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#23</title><content type='html'>One of Katy Perry's song so suits me right now. And i cant say it here :/ its for me, myself and I to know. sigh... why i like thattttttttttttttttttttt. grahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today Audrey, Kevin and I left school earlier to head to Bugis/Haji Lane to seesha. Brenda was supposed to come along but she bailed out on us to go meet her bf. ):&lt;br /&gt;So Kevin, Audrey and I were like walking around Bugis Junction waiting for Roy to come.&lt;br /&gt;We waited like what, an hour? THIS BOY ROY UHHH, TSKTSK, HIS 'SOON' IS LIKE 1 HR LOR.&lt;br /&gt;Next time when we ask him how long he takes to come meet us and he replies "soon", we just HAVE to shoot him with a "HOW SOON IS SOON UH?!"&lt;br /&gt;people like him should be shot dead. HAHAH okay just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we happy happy go seesha grape flavourrrrrrr. so nice :) then around an hour later, Mif, Irish, her son Kio and her boyfriend Johan came to join us at the seesha shop. I think the shop's called Misa Cafe or something like that. i cant remember. But whatever it is, the shop name sucks. Walk along haji lane and find a lil "cafe" with a sucky name, and yep, you'd know thats the one we went to.&lt;br /&gt;The first floor looks pretty comfy. Dont be deceived though, you cant seesha at the first floor, the 2nd floor is the seesha room, and "I TEOW YEWWWW AH~ THE PRACE SHO HAWT LEHH! TAK BOLEH TAHAN SIA. I MEOWT LIKE ICE CWEAM LOR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sooooooo that aside, its PEEEKCHURE TIME! WOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdoS08ob2fI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5p4L5-W_N44/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586610529884658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdoS08ob2fI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5p4L5-W_N44/s400/DSC01323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HELLO KEVIN. Stupid Malaysian thinks he take picture like that veh cool. HAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdoSlWqVnfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uD0Bzbthz_U/s1600-h/P060409_17.44%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586342639279602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdoSlWqVnfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uD0Bzbthz_U/s400/P060409_17.44%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Audrey, Balls, and Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;Only audrey and i are normal. The other two are idiots. (:&lt;br /&gt;keh luh, i shall quit being mean.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Audrey, Roy, and Kevin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdoSbet5xpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g0V3TSkGUaw/s1600-h/P060409_16.07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321586173003024018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdoSbet5xpI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/g0V3TSkGUaw/s400/P060409_16.07.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look retarded. But whatever, my face shows that im enjoying the seesha okayy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdoR1IRlImI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WXPgqLiWj2s/s1600-h/P060409_17.44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321585514143621730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdoR1IRlImI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WXPgqLiWj2s/s400/P060409_17.44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for today everyone, I love all of you (: &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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3158852130520960341?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3158852130520960341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3158852130520960341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3158852130520960341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/23.html' title='#23'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdoS08ob2fI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5p4L5-W_N44/s72-c/DSC01323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-5788122263316562651</id><published>2009-04-05T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T13:02:07.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"HE-EY YEW CUTE CHINESE BOY. where chew goooo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just got hold of my class picture, here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321067931562997842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sdg7F26I-FI/AAAAAAAAAHA/diBh6SdT7_4/s400/2658_174689710485_633815485_6487695_5927210_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-5788122263316562651?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/5788122263316562651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/22.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5788122263316562651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5788122263316562651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/22.html' title='#22'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sdg7F26I-FI/AAAAAAAAAHA/diBh6SdT7_4/s72-c/2658_174689710485_633815485_6487695_5927210_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-5173233406793116607</id><published>2009-04-04T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:52:30.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You made me think. again. keep me on track, will you? This time i wouldn't fuck it up. I promise. I'll learn, i'll change. I will. and thanks for being the best brother ever, for the times you've listened and advised, and for everything in between."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-5173233406793116607?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/5173233406793116607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5173233406793116607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5173233406793116607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/21.html' title='#21'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-4672668925282355635</id><published>2009-04-04T02:02:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:27:22.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just got back like an hour ago from Terrence's mom's house. His mom has gone overseas, so we were like freeeeeeeeeeeeeee to use it. hohoho (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So like, Terrence, Fariz, Derek, Marvin, Clam, and I were there at the house smoke smoke chill chill fuck around. Okay when i said fuck around i didnt mean literally FUCK around. we were being retards basically..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And fuck you both luh Fariz and Derek, you both think very fun to whack me with pillows isit. HAHAH. And a double fuck you to Derek for killing my thigh. you squeeze until damn painful sia, got burning after-effect :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I kena bullied at the house. tsktsk. Bad people. HAHAHAH naw you know i dont mean it, i love you guys veh veh much! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway took a couple of pictures. here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZRn1Bdx1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Caqhta4C6zg/s1600-h/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320529754474792786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZRn1Bdx1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Caqhta4C6zg/s320/DSC01299.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was very happy okay (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Derek made a good Osim back massager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZRO9dVGDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oquZ7wGm7cw/s1600-h/030420094172837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320529327242418226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZRO9dVGDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/oquZ7wGm7cw/s320/030420094172837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Clam (:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320528925471208306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZQ3kvm83I/AAAAAAAAAGY/ANgzLbLZISA/s320/03042009416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you haven't noticed, Derek is 'sleeping' in every picture. WTF?! HAHAH HE LAZY BITCH SIA. TAKE PICTURE ALSO CANNOT OPEN EYES MEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZRDwGkv2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6B5EA8qLPVU/s1600-h/03042009414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320529134678753122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZRDwGkv2I/AAAAAAAAAGg/6B5EA8qLPVU/s320/03042009414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "HEY, ITS THE GUY IN BOXERS!" Marvin, put on your berms please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZQpV0-hwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TVRXx6t7QtE/s1600-h/03042009411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320528680949024514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZQpV0-hwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TVRXx6t7QtE/s320/03042009411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this picture, priceless. HAHAHAHA Gangbanging session. Derek reached the climax, I was still pretty sober, Fariz was orgasmic. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and uh... Derek's hands weren't on my boobies. (: If so, he'd prolly be dead by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after all that fun, i had to go home, but they'll be staying over at terrence's til tmr, and more people would be going over later as well ): wish i could stay over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-4672668925282355635?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4672668925282355635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4672668925282355635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4672668925282355635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/20.html' title='#20'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SdZRn1Bdx1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/Caqhta4C6zg/s72-c/DSC01299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-365011696491966454</id><published>2009-04-03T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:02:31.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#19</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"...Prada bag, Gucci shoes, Louis V, Jimmy Choos..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming fer youuuuuuu! Um, just give me 1726178269172169 days to save up ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. im broke shyt. As usual. The days when i felt rich enough to treat my friends are long over. Geez. Thank God air is free. Can breathe all i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so old skool nowadays. Listening to backstreet boys and stuff. I'm still cool 8)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha okay kidding. Is Red Hot Chili Peppers considered old? I dont think so eh, they'll live foreverrrrrr! Just like good ol' Elvis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P Elvis, you had funny hair and a voice so sexy i'd wanna hear you moan. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohoh! Today is Darren's birthday. so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARREN&lt;/span&gt;! you're officially seventeen, but uh, no big deal, STILL UNDERAGE AND STUCK IN SECONDARY SCHOOL. HAWHAWWWW. kehkeh cannot say, i also turnin seventeen, but at least i upgrade already lor! I now in MDIS. :D&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if i have anything good to say about you. mmmmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...                      ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, NOT REALLY. :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha keh luh. you veh nice, and you're a laughing machine, andand you're so full of crap i could actually laugh to myself re-thinking about whatever you've said like even if its a week later. i sound so freaky right. but its true. you always make me laugh like a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH CHOOPUH CHOOOPS. HAHAHAHA. omg we both were damn retarded please. I miss those phone calls man...&lt;br /&gt;that aside, YOU OWE ME FKIN BIG TIME BOY. I BOUGHT YOU YOUR AWESOME VANS SHOES AND I HAD TO FREAKIN DRAG EM' BACK TO SINGAPORE FROM AUSTRALIA.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the nicer one now huh? (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay i know what you're thinking, obviously the answer is "Sara".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keh anyway I'm really happy for you and Chloe (: You both must last longlong okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love, Sara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-365011696491966454?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/365011696491966454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/365011696491966454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/365011696491966454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/19.html' title='#19'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-4637886573735681043</id><published>2009-04-02T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:19:33.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#18</title><content type='html'>...Think i need some time to find myself. Just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kevin is a bad actor. honestly, he is." HAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-4637886573735681043?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4637886573735681043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4637886573735681043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4637886573735681043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/18.html' title='#18'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-8381986429431125653</id><published>2009-04-01T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:50:11.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#17</title><content type='html'>HOUSE PARTY IS IN JUNE, BITCHESSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be fucking good i swear. im in charge of bringing as many (single) girls as possible. So that the guys would have chicks to hit on. LOL WTF?! college fuckfest sia. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;keh im going to MDIS to find em girls!&lt;br /&gt;imagine, 12 core members each gotta pay 70 bucks for drinks, alcohol, snacks, the changi chalet, fucking awesome sound system and whatever other shyt that goes into the total $860 bucks. party expensive sia. tsktsk. and what do i gain out of paying 70+ bucks? mmmm, quality time(chyeah right) with Terrence, Fariz, Derek, Clam, Jacky and the others? Maybe i'd meet new people? Okay thats not a 'maybe', thats a 'definitely'.&lt;br /&gt;Okay luh, maybe letting loose and partying with em is gonna be pretty damn awesome. 70+ bucks for that, anytime man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm mmmmmmm cant wait. 2 months, still a long way, more than enough time for me to save up cash.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be held at changi chalet eh. i heard its fkin haunted. scary ehhhhhhhh! omg if terrence and the guys all high then who's gonna protect me sia. O.O&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine Terrence's reaction when im drunk, "shyt man, run run!" HAHAH ASSHOLE. Always talking about dissing me when im too fucked up. (but i know you wont :D HEEEHEEE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay nvm, i'll worry about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Farizzzzzzzzzz, i want my fake ID pwease." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: DEREK, FUCK YOU, I WAITED 3 WHOLE MONTHS AND MY ID NEVER CAME. HAHAH bitch sia you. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-8381986429431125653?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8381986429431125653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8381986429431125653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/8381986429431125653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/04/17.html' title='#17'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-1538164429341580019</id><published>2009-03-30T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:05:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#16</title><content type='html'>Before i start this post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lex's birthday last saturday (and i know its a lil late to say happy birthday but still...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEX!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since its your birthday, I should dedicate a small segment of my pretty blogpost to you. right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All those times you called me to talk rubbish while i was eating and causing me to choke, i'll never forget. And somehow these phonecalls can last to over an hour. The very fact that you've got so much to say bout girls, just goes to show that girls ARE like awesome creatures lor. Girls can do stuff better than guys. Lemme hear an Amen to that! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although i always tell you to "f*** off", you know i dont mean it :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To those times when you call me to ask for advice (ON GIRLS, TSKTSK) , i really do try my hardest to help out, but most of the time you dont take my advice though you asked for it -.-"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the other day when we hung out with Crystal, i was really happy seeing the both of you walk together. Its so cute luh. I mean, you both look really cute together. Honestly! Andand its really great that i can click well with Crystal. When i'm on the phone with her, its hella awesome when we're making fun of you. HAHAHA. but dont take it to heart luh. Yknow what they say.. teasing is a form of showing &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;affection&lt;/span&gt;. *coughcough* (pssst, ITS A SIGN FROM HER)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a really nice girl, and lex, you're a very sweet boy. This is the first time i see you so serious about a girl. She sooo passed my "lex's-future-girlfriend-must-go-through-me" test. I wish you both all the best yeh, treat her well! or else you'd be losing your balls. (hahah just kidding) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm always here for you, ahpek! May our friendship last long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you luh friend (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah i sho shweet horzxz. HAHAHA wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, just an update, the past few days ive been like busy with stuff. One shytload of assignments.&lt;br /&gt;On saturday after cellgroup, Lex and I went to meet Crystal. Then we headed to town to meet Akid, Muhaimin, Awang and Zul. Apparently the only reason why the guys and i followed Lex to town was cause he "wanted to buy stuff" and wanted me to follow him. but when we arrived at town he said he was gonna watch a movie with Crystal instead. SMACK YOU SIA LEX. I GO ALL THE WAY TO ORCHARD FOR NOTHING. HAHAHA. but nehmind, the consolation is that i got to meet Crystal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that me, akid and his friends headed to Plaza Sing to eat and buy my beer. Do you know, i love going to Plaza Sing on weekdays? Cuz Cold Storage wouldnt be flooded with people. Can get alot of free candy sia. But since it was a saturday, freakin weekend, it was pretty damn packed, so oh wells, couldnt grab stuff. Oh yeh, i made Zul queue freakin long just to buy my can of beer. HAHAHA. I felt so bad luh. the queue so damn long, and he had to wait just to buy one pathetic can of beer for me. But he was legal! I wasnt! ): so no choice lor, make him queue. HAHAH SORRY ZUL. And yes, the beer was yummmyyyyyyyyyyy. :D&lt;br /&gt;I was drinking it at Istana Park actually. We went to Istana park after PS to go play cards and slack slack. Imagine what happens when Sara drinks a can of beer too fast, plus the effect of many ciggarettes. One hella retard.. Even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; admit it. HAHAH. Then poor akid so clueless bout how to control me. Apparently i was first talking about wanting 3 more cans of beer, then i started laughing, and next i was talking about how there were only 2 stars in the Sky.&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLL WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;Now i know why terrence runs away everytime im high. Tskkk -.-"&lt;br /&gt;But its okay, i know Akid wouldnt have to deal with a high sara again. Cuz he doesnt want me to drink. And im officially not allowed to drink when im with him. AKID SO FIERCE. hmph. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so you know, this afternoon i mixed whiskey and root beer and gulped it all down while my mom was out. :/ omg somethings wrong with me luh, but the taste of whiskey/vodka so nice. I know im alot more sober now. I just read all the msges i sent Akid while i was a lil tipsy, and i burst out laughing. HAHAHAHA FKIN FUNNY. I TOLD HIM I WAS DANCING TO MTV, then what else uh, OH YA, THAT I WAS PLAYING WITH WATER IN THE TOILET, AND I FOLDED A PAPER PLANE WITH TISSUE PAPER BUT IT COULDNT FLY. HAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;omg im so entertained with myself. wtfwtf.&lt;br /&gt;I should stop touching alcohol, any form of it. not even Jolly Shandy. okay maybe Jolly Shandy is excusable, cuz its kinda yummy. but the rest should really be cut down.&lt;br /&gt;And ciggies too, i just finished a pack today, and i need another. ): Guess i'll use the same technique as last time, cut down cut down cut down until i eventually can do without it. Stop smoking sara! you dont want black lungs! :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-1538164429341580019?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1538164429341580019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1538164429341580019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1538164429341580019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/16.html' title='#16'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-4620694986595280535</id><published>2009-03-25T00:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:12:26.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#15</title><content type='html'>OKAY i know i shouldnt be blogging, cuz im supposed to be doing my assignments. BUT i made awesome progress today okay! i hit 1,300 words for my econs essay. and yes i WILL complete it by tmr. So since i actually DID my work (SOMEONE said i couldnt, LOL) I guess i'll just blog about what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures tell it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316797969813221602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SckPlX08MOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/I8dcfdkkTXM/s400/DSC01241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316798351389935250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SckP7lT6xpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/oZuviwOcoCU/s400/DSC01243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316798773220737522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SckQUIwOAfI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3niqvXe2h8I/s400/DSC01242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I CAN SEE THE VEINS ON MY HAND. WTF?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316799000379444098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SckQhW_Ey4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ys-uuIuJMCU/s400/DSC01246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAHAHA MUHAIMIN LOOKS SO HAPPY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today after school went to meet Akid, Muhaimin, and Awang @ Jurong East and then we took a train down to Bukit Batok. HAHA we travel like as if train rides freeflow sia. From Queenstown i go to Jurong East, and from Jurong East, we head to Bukit Batok. my gawd. hahaha but its fine with me. At least i got to see *ahem ahem* :D (eh akid, not you okay, i was referring to Malik. HAHAHAH BROTHERLERK FER LIFE.) okay im kidding luh boy. Malik's pretty fascinating though... he kicks the soccer ball with such style. I should call it the flamingo kick. hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tell you, the three of them damn funny sia, although most of the time i hardly understand what they're saying cuz they're like communicating in malay. but at least akid's my translator. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Istana park boy sho cute. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaaaaaaand, the song Shah sent me is now officially stuck in my head too. alamak. HAHA good song thou. Heartless by Kanye West. Go google it, it really is the shiz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-4620694986595280535?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4620694986595280535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4620694986595280535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/4620694986595280535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/15.html' title='#15'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SckPlX08MOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/I8dcfdkkTXM/s72-c/DSC01241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-5191722845803871978</id><published>2009-03-23T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:15:35.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#14</title><content type='html'>I wouldnt be blogging much this week. Mainly cuz i've yet to complete my assignments. Gonna be busy busy busy. The lack of updates wouldn't mean that im ditching this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i should post up something before i go M.I.A for a significant period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could actually name this post like "Friends might be your worst nightmare" or something. but its okay, i'll just stick to my usual numbering system, so my blog wouldnt be any bit confusing. Therefore this post title is none other than "#14".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"To save yourself from appearing vulnerable, you make up stories in an attempt to cover the tracks you left behind. Now let me ask you something. Is it worth it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how people function, really. One moment everyone seems so into you, but the next moment, they're talking behind your backs. And hell man, i dont mean like talking good shyt. I mean like literally bitching.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying i dont do that, i AM guilty of such a thing. But tell me, surely you people have done such a thing too right? Or maybe you're actually still doing it. I dont know. I aint psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my point is, its pretty amazing how even 'friends' can be such awesome liars. Like, they say things to make you feel good and stuff, they laugh along with you, but truth is, they actually kinda dislike you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in case you're wondering, i'm not pinpointing any of my friends, i swear. Im blogging about this cuz it crossed my mind. After watching MTV's The Hills, it gave me even more reason to blog about this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know The Hills very drama mama luh k. but its based on real life events. if it happens in Los Angeles, same thing can happen in Singapore, i bet even in Zimbabwe have lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[ HAHAHA i wonder what Zimbabwens(?) have got to bitch about..&lt;br /&gt;" *insert KNNCCB in Zimbabwen language* That bastard stole my goat eh!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH wtf. Goat gone then goat gone luh, alamak. ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. anyway, as i was saying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of your friends actually back you up if someone else bitches about you to em'?&lt;br /&gt;Would you expect them to get into defense mode for you, or dyou think they're gonna go along with it and add on to the bitching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "hohoho, you scared now anot? You better threaten all your close friends to say good things about you behind your back or else you'll voodoo them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL keh kidding luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guys, this is not entirely a female topic, guys commit such sins too okay. ADMIT IT LUH.&lt;br /&gt;Girls bitch, Guys bitch, same thing lor, only difference is that one has a pussy and the other; a dick. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i just HAD to point the whole bitching thing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i just have have HAVE to say this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"when you finally read between the lines, imagine me shooting you back with an 'I TOLD YOU SO'. Go figure, you bitch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think my post very contradicting. LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-5191722845803871978?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/5191722845803871978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/14.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5191722845803871978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/5191722845803871978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/14.html' title='#14'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-7820698910259116557</id><published>2009-03-21T22:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:12:47.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#13</title><content type='html'>Okay so ytd, was out with Akid and his friends. And they were nice enough to accompany me to watch Mosaic. Thanks guys :) Sho shweeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316033409179189682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScZYOFg8AbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fmPbqJy1-uY/s400/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and today as well. I watched em guys play soccer. So exciting sia. first soccer match i watched in my life. I'm Akid's #1 Fan. HAHAHA. i realy wanted to shout "EH AKID PLAY SOCCER SEXY SIOL!" but i didnt. wait all his friends jealous. HAHA just kidding. (Eh akid, NO ADDED POINT FOR MY 'KIDDING' UH.) okay the added point thingy is an inside joke. you people wouldnt understand. hawhaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316045285514159266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScZjBYT2JKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/OQ5kx5_ktr0/s400/DSC01230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am feeling guilty/pissed/extremely mindfucked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guilty&lt;/strong&gt; cuz Akid sends me home for both yesterday and today, when he lives at Bukit Batok. So freakin farrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Thank you Akid, you veh sweet, can give me diabetes. hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pissed&lt;/strong&gt; cuz my dad judges my friends when he knows nuts about them. like he said Terry was a good for nothing, always slacking at void decks. I tell you, if i were a guy, i think my dad would have this huge black eye by now. PFFFFFFT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extremely mindfucked&lt;/strong&gt; cuz im soooooooooooooooo damn sleepy. and my mind isnt working that well now either. I think slow, my reactions are slow. Shyt, maybe my movements ARE slow too. I dont wanna look like a broken down robot )':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and on to something totally random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yknow when i was young i used to dream about hooking up with a hunky guy. something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316021137611971842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScZNDyXUXQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/O40-3WvlTbo/s400/Untitled132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i now realise that having a dream like that (especially at a young, tender age of 8) is really disturbing. I walk down orchard road, and i see a few really buff guys. My reaction would be like "eww" cuz it looks like their muscles are about to erupt outta their bodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can only imagine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316022898332127986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScZOqRjt0vI/AAAAAAAAAFA/RJRKwaWnCcw/s400/Untitled3215.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA *boom*. then all the muscles burst out. mwahahaha.. i sense violence. In case you were wondering, i aint psycho. I've never been to Woodbridge Hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so what if i look like that right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316023896413656370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScZPkXs5VTI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pZZBhPk8qWg/s400/Untitled2169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;doesnt mean im psychotic, doesnt mean i'm freaky, im just a special kid with special needs. &gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay luh whatever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should just skip all the nonsense and head straight to my main point. KEH moral of today's post is.... GUYS, DONT GET TOO BUFF. some of you might think its like hot orrr.. something along that line. i dont know, maybe you guys think its sexy when you apply oil on your "nicely" pumped up bodies and prance around the beach looking like Honey Glazed Chickens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT truth is, (oh yeh, the cold hard truth which you gotta suck on) YOU AINT THE LEAST BIT SEXY LOR. You look so un-huggable, know why? you look like you could potentially kill someone if you give them your so called 'friendly' hugs. And know something? Girls actually do like hugs. Makes em feel nice and warm on the inside. Yknow, Butterflies in their tummies.. Sad to say, you buff daddies kill those butterflies. aww.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I mean like, why bother being so damn muscular IF you're trying to attract the opposite sex? Firstly, I dont think its very attractive, and secondly, i think the only things you attract are aliens. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316027391914983202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScZSv1dWvyI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ltylumIKNXA/s400/Untitled87687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahahahaha something like this maybe? F.Y.I, i think my alien is pretty damn sexy thankyouverymuch. even its lil' UFO has pretty lights. :D how cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to what i was saying, dont bother trying to prove to em girls that you work hard to keep your body in shape. "IN SHAPE" (chyehh right... ) The hard work could be used for something else. Maybe working out in bed with a girl? Do it often and long enough, maybe the guy could grow some muscles if he does it hard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keh im not getting in on that topic. Only for me and Akid to discuss. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. WTF SIA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think im done ranting for the day. Goodbye earthlings, dont miss me too much (like what Ashleen said) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(10:27 PM) little ngionya k: dunno leh, miss you la, ryan also&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(10:27 PM) [SARA] :lolol miss me in what way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(10:30 PM) little ngionya k: in the dont get to meet sara way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)': Me miss you both too. We'll hang out soon keh. Just you, me and Dupree. I mean, RYAN. LAAAAAAAAAAAAAME. hahahahhaa okayokay, You, Me and Ryan luh! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-7820698910259116557?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7820698910259116557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7820698910259116557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7820698910259116557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/13.html' title='#13'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScZYOFg8AbI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fmPbqJy1-uY/s72-c/DSC01220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3580320147225274448</id><published>2009-03-20T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:19:49.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#12</title><content type='html'>You're online, and i'm online. But maybe we're just too stubborn to acknowledge each other. I'm too damn stubborn to start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you still think of me every now and then. When i got back from Aussie, dyou know where's the first place i headed to? Your workplace. But you weren't working there anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the talk we had when i was in Aussie, did you forget? Things wouldnt have to be this way unless you make it to be. I didnt say i wanted you out of my life. Seems like now you're really gone. I hope you're happy though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends shouldn't leave each other over some stupid misunderstanding. I've forgiven you for backing out, you've forgiven me for letting go. So what happened to "working it out"? What the hell do we do now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just remember one thing will you. The song you dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time, This place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just one chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just one breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One my knees, I'll ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd give it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd give for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause you know, you know, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you know, you know, you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I'm not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hold on to me and, never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you, friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I miss you, Peterpuff.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315134718870209122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScMm3bOawmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aMLKajBc29A/s200/1_411664756l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3580320147225274448?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3580320147225274448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3580320147225274448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3580320147225274448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/12.html' title='#12'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScMm3bOawmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aMLKajBc29A/s72-c/1_411664756l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-602293298545835460</id><published>2009-03-19T19:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:41:33.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#11</title><content type='html'>Some people should be strangled. Really know.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sumpah dont undestand why SOME people (ahem) must post up pictures which arent even of themselves, and then type some caption which would then lead to people believing its really them in the pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get what im saying? No? Okay let me further explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets say *Megan has a friendster profile (gawd knows who Megan is, but im just giving an example, but then again, this post is directed at someone whose name i shall not mention).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Megan has all these fabulous pictures posted up right? People who view her profile pictures would then be like "DAMNNNN, this girl has a nice body, she's got nice pictures, she looks rich. definitely worth getting to know her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So these fools would add her and stuff, and talk to her, thinking that she's some model lookalike whose got such an AWESOME personality. OH YEH SHURE, SHE TYPES REAL CUTE ALRIGHT. Wow, she replaces all the "i's" with exclamation marks. and the "e's" with a number 3. example, "o m g sh!t duuuuuude sh3's out of th!z werldd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE THAT ALSO CUTE MEH? any idiot who's bored enough can type like that luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And her pictures would mostly be the kind where the face cant be seen. So what, like that very mysterious luh. Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KEH. SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314865507551890066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScIyBQ6bSpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tOOsAla4kfo/s400/s320x240....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can imagine an ahbeng's reaction to this picture. "WAHHH! THIS GAL SURE KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN ONE ORH." "SOCIAL BUTTEFRYY"&lt;br /&gt;UAHSUBSKJASJBAJBSJABLJBSJABSJBALKJBSKJAS. IRRITATING SIA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;THOSE PICTURES ARENT EVEN HERS, and her caption would prolly be something like "omg, i was so drunk, J. Smith took this picture of me". Desperate piece of @(*&amp;amp;@!(*&amp;amp;@!*&amp;amp;)! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I BET A J. SMITH DOESNT EVEN EXIST.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANDANDAND YKNOW WHATS THE BEST PART? THE GIRL CAN HAPPILY ADD ALL MY GUY FRIENDS (fer sure would be guys) and then she'll call me and tell me "Eh Sara, you know *insert guy friend's name* uh! I KNOW HIM TOO, WOW, COINCIDENCE."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;COINCIDENCE, MY ASS LUH COINCIDENCE. you can add em all you want, but fact is, they couldnt care less about you and what you do or say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well i've got more news for you lil missy, my friends think you're doing a very good job at creating a fake image of yourself. :D Maybe you should try posting real pictures of yourself. Oh wait, i think you did. This picture seems pretty believable huh? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314870193569244818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScI2SBsBppI/AAAAAAAAAEo/yocFN1zxMas/s400/s320x240...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Know why? Cuz the girl look like Indonesian Maid. OOPS!3Z, D!D ! JUSTT SAY TH^T OUT L0UD?! TEEHEEHEEEZ. (Oh My, ! CAN tYp3 l!ke Y0U)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HA-HA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yknow,I actually cared (notice the past-tense) about you, but the things you do and say really get on my nerve. Remember that time where you would fake being angry at me, and then later on laugh it off asking me this "did i succeed in being a mean bitch?". whats up with that? like, how old are you man, 5? I didnt know being a bitch was something to be proud of. Well if it is to you, then why not let me help you boost your ego, BITCH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;guess what. i officially dont wanna have anything to do with you anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before i end, here's a song, i think its fitting for you. Have fun emo-ing to the lyrics. OH DAMN, I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION, pay attention to the chorus! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE USED- I'M A FAKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Small, simple, safe price. Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets. This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals. And I am not afraid to die. I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight. I want the pain of payment. What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts. Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks. Would you be my little cut? Would you be my thousand fucks? And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid. To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts. My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter. I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart. Love is not like anything. Especially a fucking knife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Look at me. Can you tell, By the way I move and do my hair? Do you think that it's me, Or is it not me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I don't even care. I'm alive, I don't smell. I'm the cleanest I have ever been. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do I drink?Do I date? I've got perfect placements .All my ink satisfied, In your eyes. I'm the biggest fan that I've got right now. I made sure that I look how I wanted to look. The people around me, The people surround me. I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry. Dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake. My stomach hurts now, And all tied off in lace. I pray, I beg, for anything to hit me in the face. And this sickness isn't me. I pray to fall from grace. The last thing I see is feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And I'm telling you I'm a fake. Just look at me, look at me now. I'm a fake, I'm a fake, I'm fake, I'm fake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-602293298545835460?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/602293298545835460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/602293298545835460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/602293298545835460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/11.html' title='#11'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/ScIyBQ6bSpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tOOsAla4kfo/s72-c/s320x240....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-2177223870327080786</id><published>2009-03-18T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:17:03.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#10</title><content type='html'>I watched uhhhhh that Witch Mountain movie today with Mif and Wendell. oh and i dont even know the full title of the movie. oh my gawd. so bodoh. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT i do know one thing. I finally got an actor's name right. wooohoooo! Dwayne Johnson. no meg ryan, no holly brooks. HAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to Mehndi baby just now on msn. ahahhahaha we were laughing at M---'s new girlfriend. HAHAHAHA. M--- IS COCKEYED SIALZXZXZ. Maybe he likes the buckteeth/durga kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry baby, but you dont deserve that. no wait, he doesnt deserve you. you too gorgeous for him already. suck on that, M---.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she can come out with Akid, Muhaiman(?), and I on saturday. must see her soon. I already miss her truckloads ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHOH she sent me pictures too. Here they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314205815657916498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sb_aCJGa6FI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JlQZyWJA0b0/s400/FotogvvvvFlexer_Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314205717804523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sb_Z8ckWoHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/c-UCKh8fWHk/s400/14032009189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SEE. Cannot be compared to M---'s gf. tsktsk. But Mehndi Randhawa, you dont need him cuz you'll always have me. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaand other than that, i have nothing much to blog about. Life's not too fun these days. And plus, i miss someone. pretty damn badly :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-2177223870327080786?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2177223870327080786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2177223870327080786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/2177223870327080786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/10.html' title='#10'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sb_aCJGa6FI/AAAAAAAAAEA/JlQZyWJA0b0/s72-c/FotogvvvvFlexer_Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6914171147265528597</id><published>2009-03-16T16:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:53:54.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#9</title><content type='html'>School was good today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well kinda. except for the fact that the top i bought from Mango last time has officially been verbally-vandalised thanks to Wendell.&lt;br /&gt;YKNOW WHAT HE SAID? "Sara your top looks like my boxers" HAHAHAHA FUCK. NO LORRRRRRRRRRRRR IT DOESNT. Thanks uh, i paid 25 bucks for a top that looks like your boxers. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my break, called Akid, but i couldnt hear half the things he said cuz the canteen was like a jungle. So noisy ): HAHA i kept going "huh?" and like repeating what he said. Like retard sia. HAHAHA. sorrayeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Our lecturer sat with us during our break and even went out to smoke with us. HAHAHA he damn funny please.. Such an entertaining lecturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i went for his class, i thought he was a grumpy old man who's got no life so he'll just spend his time teaching. Man, i was so wrong. This guy quite hip and happening sia. Even offered me a ciggie. hahahahahhaa. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school ended, bumped into MAX. OMGOMGOMGOMGOG OF ALL PEOPLE, HIM?! WHY'S HE IN MY SCHOOL DAMMIT. He should enroll himself in the "I-wanna-learn-how-to-get-laid" school. Fkin ass supposedly wanted to do something with me when i was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;KNNCCB.&lt;br /&gt;He is one freaky dude man... seriously. he has the rapist look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats basically all that happened today. Im gonna be busy busy busy tonight, cuz im gonna start doing my econs assignment. if i delay any longer, i might as well say goodbye to all my marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon Sara! You can do it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my conscience, if i were super smart: "its ONLY 2000 words afterall. only. only? oh my, easy peasy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's my conscience at this point: "2000 words?! wtf. someone skin me alive. HOW TO DO A 2000 WORD ESSAY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk i so stressed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooohooh! one more thing. Im going gaga over my cousin.. my gawd, like so incest. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AAAH. Jason Thommes, why do we have to be blood related ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313778507262480802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sb5VZhR8UaI/AAAAAAAAADg/pvqB_3aQPoI/s400/n1657860193_400996_4131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                 (The girl is so pretty. tsktsk. Her name is Summer Smith.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313782497964385442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sb5ZBzza5KI/AAAAAAAAADw/lITy5ShgreI/s400/n551930203_1949885_8544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, a side by side comparison. LOOK ANYTHING LIKE ME ANOT! HAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6914171147265528597?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6914171147265528597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6914171147265528597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6914171147265528597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/9.html' title='#9'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sb5VZhR8UaI/AAAAAAAAADg/pvqB_3aQPoI/s72-c/n1657860193_400996_4131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-3138008121666343144</id><published>2009-03-15T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:33:10.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#8</title><content type='html'>-#8 has been removed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-3138008121666343144?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3138008121666343144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3138008121666343144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/3138008121666343144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/8.html' title='#8'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6802317394983192817</id><published>2009-03-15T02:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:23:56.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbvyynNDjyI/AAAAAAAAADY/yfIi_PGjuqs/s1600-h/DSC01182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313107136744754978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbvyynNDjyI/AAAAAAAAADY/yfIi_PGjuqs/s400/DSC01182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbvyGZIKj9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/OWLFWOx2Oqo/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313106377051901906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbvyGZIKj9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/OWLFWOx2Oqo/s400/DSC01180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mehndi Randhawa, my #1 babydoll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always have been, always will be (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MWAH. LOVE YOU GORGEOUS. You made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally im sober enough to type. just now my head hurt so bad :/ my keypad jammed. and i was so high. these three things have no link. nehmind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically most of my time today was spent with Mehndi, her cousin, and her cousin's friends. They're really really nice people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just now we were at Istana Park to celebrate her cousin's birthday (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEL). and after a couple of hours, a bunch of malay guys came to the place where we were at. okay we didnt know em. but they were just there chilling and playing cards. Then Mel was like "can we ask them if we can play cards too?" so all of us were like hollering at them. But apparently, my voice was heard, and so obviously they thought &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; called them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were actually sporting enough to come over to play cards with us.&lt;/div&gt;So after a round of "Bluff" (some people call it "cheat") they had to leave to catch some soccer match. So this guy, his name is Akid, he asked me for my email. LOL. first time someone ask me sia.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;firstly he thought i was Malay. (okay all of Mel's friends asked the same thing "sara, are you mixed?" "you malay uh?") Classic sia.&lt;br /&gt;secondly he thought i was a 20 yr old. (WTF?!)&lt;br /&gt;thirdly he was staring at me from afar cuz he thought i was hot. (HAHAHAHHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;fourthly, turns out that he actually DOES think im hot. (DOUBLE AHAHHAHHA)&lt;br /&gt;fiftly. uhhhhhh.... nothing luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSKTSK. i can feel my ego bursting outta my body. HAHAH kidding luh.&lt;br /&gt;But oh wells. At least both Mehndi and I got compliments today. (:&lt;br /&gt;Mehndi's still the most gorgeous girl ever. and she's mineminemine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after i left dhoby ghaut, i went to meet Terrence and Clam cuz i was soooooo hungry, and i was too high at that point. HAHAHAH terrence kept calling me a retard cuz i was laughing every damn second at nothing. i wasnt walking straight, and i couldnt keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;At least he accompanied me back home. SO THANK YOU TERRY :B love you luh bro, sorry bout just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those people i texted while i was high, im sorry too. my fingers were fucked up and so was my head.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeee. i cannot sleep now. IS THIS THE AFTER EFFECT OF ALCOHOL? maybe not. Maybe its just Craig David's Insomnia playing repeatedly in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6802317394983192817?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6802317394983192817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6802317394983192817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6802317394983192817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/7.html' title='#7'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbvyynNDjyI/AAAAAAAAADY/yfIi_PGjuqs/s72-c/DSC01182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-7854122770074620009</id><published>2009-03-14T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:24:25.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#6</title><content type='html'>Gonna meet my Mehndi Baby later @ Istana Park. The only thing im looking forward to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that. I have no mood to talk or do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going for the gig. (sucks big time)&lt;br /&gt;Prolly not going for Mosaic today either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wooohooo to that. A week's plan has just gone down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-7854122770074620009?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7854122770074620009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7854122770074620009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7854122770074620009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/6.html' title='#6'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6711354136519045</id><published>2009-03-13T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:34:31.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#5</title><content type='html'>"If this is how you display friendship, then really, you're just like them, big difference from who i thought you were. Ever so ready to lie huh. why cant you just stand up for your friends, i cant comprehend how you can tolerate being so controlled. Do what you want okay, afterall its your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways. besides whatever i said earlier on, i should be talking about my day today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After school, i followed Audrey to CDC so she could take her uhhh... i dont know what test that is. But its the one where they test if you can read letters and colours. PDF? I THINK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt stop laughing just now luh. Audrey damn smart i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Audrey: "eh this is the one, get down here." then when we got down the bus we were looking around for CDC, but it was like freakin one road down. HAHAH WRONG BUSSTOP LUH. Then moreover while walking to CDC, we saw this uber disgusting male driving a truck staring at us (his truck stopped at the traffic light and we were crossing the road). HAHAHAHA oh my gawd his face so pervertic i cannot tahan know.. He looked like a China/rapist/molester/desperate-man-who-seriously-needs-to-get-laid all rolled into one. When you sum that up, it can only equate to one thing: CHEE-KO-PEK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tsktsk. Not good, not good. I even did my own drawing of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312623876024399666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sbo7RIuxdzI/AAAAAAAAACg/sf7GNXJ9Jbc/s400/Untitled....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;keh better observe uh! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#1- He had teeny teeny eyes. which were really shaped like those sunflower seeds my hamster eats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#2- HAHA I USED A BRUSH TO DRAW HIS EYEBROWS. In other words he has thick eyebrows luh. bodoh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#3- He had a pervertic grin. Really really pervertic. In fact, my drawing isnt even close to the pervertic aura that he was diffusing. cant blame me, i didnt know how to draw a cheeko grin okay.. Somemore my drawing of the mouth looks like he's expressing this: "hey baby, im rich, can i buy you a drink?" SORRY IM NOT A BORN ARTIST LUH. I GIVE MYSELF AN F GRADE. okay maybe for my effort, an F+. PFFT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#4- His hair had the rough rough texture. like coconut husk. I recommend Bed Head hair products, really works.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#5- ohoh, see his shorts? there's a bulge. He was having a hard-on watching two nicely dressed girls crossing the road lor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;......................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...............................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;............................... *crik crik*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;................................................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY FINE. I DIDNT SEE THAT HE HAD A HARD-ON OKAY? I just wanted to draw something to fill the empty space in my microsoft-paint's frame. otherwise he'd have a half body which would seem like he was born without legs. I actually drew the "bulge" (that curvy line) by accident. But it looked so perfect there, i couldnt bear to erase it off. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#6- And the guy's hand was on the steering wheel. Heehee, i so observant. My steering wheel looks really pathetic, but then again, cant blame me for not knowing how to draw well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#7- The lil patches on his shirt, yeh those are holes. HAHAHA i wasnt drawing ugly designs on the shirt okayy... i drew em to represent holey holes. Cuz he construction worker whatttttttttt! bound to have holes in the shirt right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The two hairless heads i drew, thats me and audrey. i couldnt be bothered to draw hair. hahahha waste time sia. See our expressions ( i know, so cute right?), mouths so wide open that even a fly could make its nest in there. A- Audrey. S- Sara. CKP- CHEEKOPEK. HAHAHAH.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, the whole point of today's blogpost is, NEVER GO TO UBI AREA ALONE. You're bound to get RAPED especially if you're a girl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay just kidding. But seriously, (and i'm sorry Josh, cuz you live at Ubi) UBI IS FLOODED WITH CREEPY MEN** OKAY. They should set up a creepy men alarm lor, but even so, it would prolly be ringing every damn second. HAWHAW. i feel so mean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**doesnt apply to Josh and his (male) family members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312633744098323666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbpEPiK77NI/AAAAAAAAACo/ae25uu_sv4E/s400/DSC011661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6711354136519045?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6711354136519045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6711354136519045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6711354136519045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/5.html' title='#5'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sbo7RIuxdzI/AAAAAAAAACg/sf7GNXJ9Jbc/s72-c/Untitled....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6335690424960925166</id><published>2009-03-12T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:48:33.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4</title><content type='html'>Simple Plan's Save You makes me so sad luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a breath I pull myself together&lt;br /&gt;Just another step until I reach the door&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know the way it tears me up inside to see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;To take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;br /&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up til it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;When I hear your voice it's drowning in the whispers&lt;br /&gt;You're just skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left to take and no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I can't make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find the answer&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;To help me understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;br /&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up til it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know that&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, stumble down&lt;br /&gt;I'll pick you up off the ground&lt;br /&gt;If you lose faith in you&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you strength to pull through&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you won't give up&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be waiting if you fall you know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;If only I could find the answer&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Ooh&lt;br /&gt;To take it all away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could save you&lt;br /&gt;And there's so many things that I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up til it's over&lt;br /&gt;If it takes you forever I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could save you&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could save you "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay honestly i think the ooh ooh part is really stupid, but in the song it doesnt sound as erotic as it does in the lyrics. so thats a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, look past all the "ooh ooh's" and read the lyrics. Its a nice song to have your own lil emo-session to. HAHA. NOT THAT IM HAVING ONE, but i'm just saying.&lt;br /&gt;I know the lyrics are just sooooooo predictable like that part when they said "If you fall, stumble down, i'll pick you up off the ground" I THINK i could write such things when i was like what, primary 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its alot better compared to these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See luh, emo songs all the same kind know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hawthorne Heights-&lt;/strong&gt; "Cut my wrists and black my eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silverstein-&lt;/strong&gt; "When you're lying in your bed. Your eulogie's been read. You know that it's fitting, you lied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Used-&lt;/strong&gt; "This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look at the lyrics these bands come up with. The lyrics like so creepy horzxzxz?&lt;br /&gt;Its all about dying, EULOGIES (my gawd), and of all things, SCABS. wtf. They describe the scab until damn graphic somemore. So what're we supposed to do, FEED ON THESE GORY LYRICS? pfft. I'd rather live off my own happy lyrics lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, let me try writing my own song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanza: Rainbows, Clouds, and Fairies.&lt;br /&gt;              Lets skip around and pick some berries. (WOW, SEE I CAN RHYME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: la la la la la.&lt;br /&gt;               woohoo woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;               Feed on these happy lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;               breathe it. eat it. suck on it.&lt;br /&gt;               FEEEEEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawhawhaw. The stanza i just came up with is really beyond retarded, and its more like a song people would sing in happy cults..&lt;br /&gt;cb, the song would only last only 15 seconds, in fact i cant even consider it a song, its more like a chant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Screw it luh. No one would appreciate my lyrics in times of recession.&lt;br /&gt;And please dont take me seriously about those lyrics i just wrote. its utter rubbish. I can write better songs. Really! (but dont bother testing me though)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a deeep deeeeeeeep person, so deep that even the newly discovered one eyed shark freak that came out from the underworld couldnt reach.&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah naw just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so bored, and when im bored, my brain generates nonsensical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking luh k.  "Sara, go do your assignments can anot!" Like what am i, psychic or something? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;KEH LUH. IM GONNA DO MY ASSIGNMENTS AFTER I END THIS POST OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have this last thing to say. Im soooooo attracted to John Travolta during his younger days. Now that he's old he looks like an overboiled potato. Fat, with wrinky skin on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when im done with my assignments, I'll go have my own Movie Mania (only me, me, me and myself are invited). And im gonna watch GREASE. everytime that word appears, the theme song automatically starts playing in my head. "grease is the time, is the place, is the motion."&lt;br /&gt;Thats the very first movie i've ever watched in my life. So of course, it has sentimental value okay...&lt;br /&gt;If i were so dedicated to that movie,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll call my future daughter Sandy and my future son Danny. Or maybe not, cuz Sandy fell in love with Danny, and vice versa. Wait next time so suay, really happen between my son and daughter. So incest. eww much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i talking about kids anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, cuz i love em. If only there was a Zoo for kids, like a kids zoo. Yknow, instead of placing animals in em, you place children. Cute children on display.&lt;br /&gt;And yet again, i shouldnt entertain this thought, I'm starting to sound really really psycho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6335690424960925166?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6335690424960925166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6335690424960925166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6335690424960925166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/4.html' title='#4'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-7014248505581239363</id><published>2009-03-11T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:17:53.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3</title><content type='html'>Today i so happy sialzxzxzxz. Received 2 big envelopes which came through the mail for me. One from MDIS and another from teh Esplanade. Exciting eh, never have i had such things happening to me. Mainly cuz my life is just so yawn-some. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ta-ta-ta-rah ta-ta-ta-TAH* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, my attempt at creating a drumroll failed miserably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT ANYWAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im proud to announce that I'm an official Mosaic Friend. HAHAHAHA they stated "Welcome to the Mosaic Family!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, "Family", they make it sound so fabulous right.. hahah Im still a proud member. you see you see (ni kan ni kan)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311920705881219186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sbe7vP0XoHI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZCKyp7WI6HE/s400/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAWHAWHAW. I THINK EVEN OBAMA JEALOUS LOR. no luh, just kidding, bet he wouldnt even give a fuck about such things. cuz he can get all the international artistes at his house for a pyjama party without even having to lift his pinky finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice that i had to microsoft-paint off my address (sorry luh, dont know how to use photoshop right). I so paranoid eh, wait people send me spam mail like "eh Sara, you know you so skinny, cannibals can make Bak Kut Teh out of you." I dont know luh k, just saying right? But I bet there are existent people who spam mail others cuz they're so bored with life, they'd do anything in a desperate attempt to laugh at something and stop themselves from jumping off a building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay luh, i mean like, if i can save a life by receiving spam mail then why not? so if you feel like dying, i'll give you my address okay? dont be so sad, i'll even treat you to a happy meal :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to the Mosaic (wooohoooo!) issue, I was looking through the catalogue when i chanced upon this, and i just stared at this paticular page for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311929558024585522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbfDygn0ATI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NmsGn5TMFmY/s400/DSC01149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;See, this lady right here has dyed a part of her hair. But thats not the point, okay duh.. The point is, WHY DYE IT BLONDE?! YKNOW IT LOOKS LIKE THOSE MAGGOTS I SEE ON FEAR FACTOR? MOREOVER SHE HAS LIKE SUPER TIGHT CURLS LUH. Gives me more evidence to why they look like creepy-crawlies. Im sorry if she's a damn good artiste i'm not criticizing her music, but more like, isnt there any other colour besides blonde? I'd love to be her hairdresser lor. "i'll choose another colour for you. I'll make you look prettier i swear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANDANDAND, the more i flip, something else catches my attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311932549615857858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbfGgpKwMMI/AAAAAAAAACY/VkKbij169bk/s400/DSC01150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just HAD to write a "yum yum" there. After Mosaic, i'm so gonna head down to Haagen-Dazs. I'm gonna indulge myself in ice cream and maybe i'll finally put on some weight. but dont worry, i'll never grow like obese cuz i've got a high metabolism rate. MWAHAHAHA. IN YOUR FACE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;keh im done talking about Mosaic. Maybe after attending the event, i'd have more to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I cant be bothered to blog much about what MDIS sent me, its some contract thingy. BOOO TO THAT. Dont rip me off my money, I aint paying any more for whatever fucked up "student care" service you're providing us students. &gt; &lt;/p&gt;hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-7014248505581239363?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7014248505581239363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7014248505581239363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/7014248505581239363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/3.html' title='#3'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/Sbe7vP0XoHI/AAAAAAAAACI/ZCKyp7WI6HE/s72-c/DSC01145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-1358334535677676537</id><published>2009-03-10T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:39:09.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbY43wOSOJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-Al5tpTy75E/s1600-h/P090309_15.05...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311495341018855570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbY43wOSOJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-Al5tpTy75E/s320/P090309_15.05...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbY4uuGepzI/AAAAAAAAABw/qKnvUyucBGU/s1600-h/P090309_12.59...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311495185830422322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbY4uuGepzI/AAAAAAAAABw/qKnvUyucBGU/s320/P090309_12.59...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311494897709258482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbY4d8xClvI/AAAAAAAAABo/TtTYCP46cGg/s320/P090309_13...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One thing to say: Audrey is my darling. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;see luh, never pay attention in class, take peeeekchure all. tsk. hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Got home real late last night, cuz i was out with Josh. We went to watch He's Just Not That Into You. oooh man, the guys acting were so hot know.. and Scarlett Johansson (whom i thought was named Holly Brooks. LOL WHERE DID I GET THAT NAME FROM, i wonder..) has really really huge boobs, i never realised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eh, im not lesbian okay, but who can resist staring at em big boobies huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a serious tendency of getting their friggin' names wrong. I thought one of the girls was Meg Ryan, but yeh, turns out there's no Meg Ryan acting in that movie. -.-"&lt;--- so twit-like horzxzxz?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THEN YKNOW I ACT LIKE I SO SMART, STILL CAN TELL JOSH "EH, THATS MEG RYAN KNOW." HAHAHAH. First a "Holly Brooks", and next a "Meg Ryan", two idiotic strikes. My gawd I feel so stupid please...HAHA Keh sorry luh, Next time i should memorise the names of the actors/actresses from the movie posters before i say anything. He said she had "ogre ears" WTF . LOL! Orgre ears = tragic case.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway back to what i was saying, got home late, but i enjoyed myself. Or more like i enjoy talking to him, be it nonsense or something serious. (: woohoo! (keh, the woohoo was pretty unnecessary)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight im gonna call Mehndi Baby. Miss her too much. Hope she's doing okay, we've been so busy with stuff that we havent talked for weeks. But whatever it is, she knows im here for her no matter what and I love her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what? Keh nehmind, i tell you. Im so hungry now. I could eat a horse, and a cow, and whatever farm animal you're thinking of. You may insert your own farm animal here --&gt; Sara is so hungry, she could eat a _______.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See, my blog so people-friendly and interactive. hahahaha. If there're giving out an award for the stupidest-interactive-blog-that-newly-just-started, must vote for Miss Huang okay. Eh Nono i mean Miss Sara (which is me, f.y.i). Miss Huang makes me sound like i come from China. No thanks please, and in case you havent noticed, i speak in vehhhhhhh high-crust engrishh okay! better than China peeper lorhzxz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Im done ranting. GOODBYE EARTHLINGS. You may now close my blog window in peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-1358334535677676537?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1358334535677676537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1358334535677676537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/1358334535677676537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/2.html' title='#2'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbY43wOSOJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-Al5tpTy75E/s72-c/P090309_15.05...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712118297027081426.post-6121985261184283476</id><published>2009-03-08T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:24:36.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1</title><content type='html'>I used to write in a livejournal, but i'm gonna close it down tmr cuz not many people view it. and since its in a really pathetic state, i'm gonna create a new blog. And this time its for everyone to view it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was out with Terrence, Derek and Clam just now. slacking at void decks and using my laptop at Mac's. For some strange reason, they always know how to make me smile. Fools. (:&lt;br /&gt;"Sara, dont look so sad. we still love you."&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys too. Thanks for cheering me up keh. The best brothers ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for tomorrow. Cuz in the afternoon, I'd get to see my friends in school. They really are a fun group to hang with. 3 hours of lesson and school's over. Moreover, at night Josh and I would be going out to watch a moooovie. woohoo! cantwaitcantwait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday didnt work out so well cuz it was raining so freakin heavily. I was at cellgroup, and Josh was stuck at home. So instead of saturday, we'll be meeting tmr night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week would be pretty eventful. One of the weekdays i would be heading down to Avery's studio to keep Mr.Damian Steven company. Havent seen my friend for so long, its high time we did some catching up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming saturday afternoon, i would prolly be heading down to Telok Ayer Performing Arts Centre to catch IkilledKenny! and For Better Endings. Ben's and Damian's band respectively. Gotta support the local scene, gotta support my friends. Anyway, here's an image of the flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310834873785070754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbPgLgC3NKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IeO9ZKJaJ5U/s320/r4r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, 14th march, both IkilledKenny! and For Better Endings would be performing on the same day. Two really really good bands are playing alongside others which are just as awesome. Check out their myspace for more info!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Telok Ayer Performing Arts Centre is about a 100m walk straight ahead from Tanjong Pagar MRT's Exit G. That colourful building you'd see, yeh, thats the place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be sure to head down everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xoxo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sara&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712118297027081426-6121985261184283476?l=withlovexsara.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/feeds/6121985261184283476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6121985261184283476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1712118297027081426/posts/default/6121985261184283476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://withlovexsara.blogspot.com/2009/03/1.html' title='#1'/><author><name>Omg, its Sara.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111822714509867148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SghZWEVpCbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MmDVk9P1P-Q/S220/DSC01348.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V1ZDNLZPZIE/SbPgLgC3NKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IeO9ZKJaJ5U/s72-c/r4r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
