<?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-2140389239444893071</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:49:19.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end started</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-7866944494106625790</id><published>2009-02-03T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:56:41.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeee</title><content type='html'>Harriet, blogging for the third time in a day, is playing with LJ cause I never got the hang of it,&lt;br /&gt;But now I really really wanna get it right. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;shit, and I just made this one. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYTHEWAY, YEAH, SO, er, I'll be at LJ if you're looking for me, for now. HAHA, LJ seems so exciting. wtheck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rollrcoastrlove.livejournal.com"&gt;rollrcoastrlove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-7866944494106625790?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/7866944494106625790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/harriet-blogging-for-third-time-in-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/7866944494106625790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/7866944494106625790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/harriet-blogging-for-third-time-in-day.html' title='Awesomeee'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-4387308410393236448</id><published>2009-02-03T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:04:40.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh, Stupid.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm posting twice, but there's something about talking to a robot that makes me so happy. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Zoey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\ says:&lt;br /&gt;What is Harriet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyBot says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I can learn. (Assuming that Harriet is somehow related to NAME). Now give me one sentence, a short explanation of Harriet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\ says:&lt;br /&gt;It is the name you give to a girl if you wanted a boy named Harry instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then..&lt;br /&gt;If you could see says:&lt;br /&gt;*My name is Harriet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MyBot says:&lt;br /&gt;*it is the name you give to a girl if you wanted a boy named Harry instead.. (Or so someone told me..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtheck! HAHHAA, so amusing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-4387308410393236448?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/4387308410393236448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooh-stupid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/4387308410393236448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/4387308410393236448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/ooh-stupid.html' title='Ooh, Stupid.'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-4033576090570634313</id><published>2009-02-03T15:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T16:59:49.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't remind me</title><content type='html'>Never knew that there was a reason for me,&lt;br /&gt;Never thought this was what it would be,&lt;br /&gt;And now I see that I was never perfect&lt;br /&gt;But now I have to keep track &lt;br /&gt;of what's gonna become of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I feel something. &lt;br /&gt;SHIT. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE CRUSHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I LOVE PEARLYN TAY&lt;br /&gt;(YES I DO)&lt;br /&gt;SHE MAKES ME HAPPY, CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHY&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE SHE'S ALWAYS ON MY SIDEEE&lt;br /&gt;EVEN IF I'M WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, THAT'S WHY SHE MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT ALL THE CRAP I DO.&lt;br /&gt;And because of her, I've learnt that you Have to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S WHAT I'VE DONE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine! If you read this, do you want me to get the premium CrezAwards tickets for you tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about School!&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't any mass run today! WOOHOO! haha, great start to a day.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, awesome. But then was Physic Practical. Luisa and I were super (okay, not super) but Much faster than Reshma, who was so perfectionist! HAHA, but that's a good quality. :) THEN RECESS, lizzie came up to us right after it and made me laugh. HAHA cause she was "I can't stand it!" gosh, HAHHAHAHAHA, so funny. &lt;br /&gt;Erm, the chem practical, Reshma on one side and Luisa on the other! but they're really nice people. Reshma accidentally broke a testtube! O: and she said my pencil case was NICE HEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, CHINESE WAS AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE TEACHER GAVE OUT CHOCOLATES! O: HAHA, AND THIS SUPER CHAIN THAT ARICIA, EVANGELINE AND I PUT ON OUR PENCIL BOXES! :) not sure about Dao Xin though!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, then, erm, A math, kinda, BORING. :(&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, Assembly was alright.&lt;br /&gt;and after school was fine too :)&lt;br /&gt;Dao Xin and Luisa are super awesome people,&lt;br /&gt;they all told me that I really shouldn't be with this kind of people. HAHA, but I can't help it. I'll feel so bad. HAHA, :P (but I don't really mind) I mean, yeah, HAHA, thing's have changed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE(: okay, everyone, HYPER WITH ME! :) &lt;br /&gt;-jumps!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER QUIZ :)&lt;br /&gt;(yes my dears I'm super bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Harriet. HAHA, I'm not supposed to type full names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you single?&lt;br /&gt;Only if you had asked this question a few days ago and I would have said no. HAHAHA, well, idk. Yes. or not? hAHA, don't know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favourite number(s)?&lt;br /&gt;erm, 2 :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is/are your favourite colour(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Purple and Orange! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Least favourite colour(s)?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know. Shit colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you thinking now?&lt;br /&gt;erm, that this quiz is asking me retarded questions, and I am very sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you happy with your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;DUH :) however much people may think I'm hurting inside. I swear i'm not.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are your favourite subjects in school?&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry, Geography, ERM, CME, teehee(: CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you shop at malls?&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Who DOESN'T! O:HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where do you wish to be right now?&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be in my bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What should you be doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Homework? HAHAHA, yeah, naughty Harriet, doing quizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you have any crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE(: maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When was the last time you bought a clothing item?&lt;br /&gt;eh? forget. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;Soup. :) HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you hate liars? Do you hate backstabbers?&lt;br /&gt;I am a liar, sometimes. But backstab? HATEHATEHATE. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Can you make yourself sneeze?&lt;br /&gt;Lemme try! -tries- nopeee ! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;FALL? yeah, I always trip and fall. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What does your last text msg read?&lt;br /&gt;sent or sent to me? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you too forgiving?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe? Yes? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many windows are open on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was your last call from?&lt;br /&gt;ZL. HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you do with most of your time?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I sleep alot though, and go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Will you and your ex get back again?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no, not when i just got over my ex. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Which of your close friends live the closest?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Which item could you not live with during the day?&lt;br /&gt;My WALLET. cause I freak out when i don't know where it is and whether its safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;Sure? HAHA, but which stranger would share drinks with another stranger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How was your weekend?&lt;br /&gt;HORRIBLE. HORRIBLE :) but now i'm fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you believe ex[s] can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;This question is so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. The last person you quarrelled with?&lt;br /&gt;Zoey. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.The way to win your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Be sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have the same name as one of your relatives?&lt;br /&gt;Course not, which other parent would wanna call their child HARRIET?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Are you looking for a boyf/girlf?&lt;br /&gt;No, not now. HAHA :) but I do kinda &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.One song that is meaningful to you?&lt;br /&gt;I will be - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Do you twirl or scoop your spaghetti?&lt;br /&gt;Both. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Do you drink milk straight from the carton?&lt;br /&gt;Ew, I hate Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I don't know. hAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Do you like batman?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, Batman doesn't really have super powers.. so No, I don't like him. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Who was the last person who told you that they love you?&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine! HAHA (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.When was the last time you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;today? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.What did you have for breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;Wait, what did I have for recess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Is your birthday on a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;No, shit. hAHA its right before common tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Can you cook?&lt;br /&gt;I THINK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Hang Ten. its a purple tank top. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.What was the reason for the last troubles you were in?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is this question talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.which do you wear more? sweats 0r jeans.&lt;br /&gt;Jeans, sweats make me look fatter than I already am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;FIRST OF MARCH, SUPER CLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you swear alot?&lt;br /&gt;these days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was your first achololic drink?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Do you have any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Who would you like to see now?&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see Hertz. OH WAIT, THERE! I SEE HIM! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Have the cops ever come to your house?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, thankgod. HAHA, they still haven't caught my sister for losing her donation card yet. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Are you a social or anti-social person?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Who are your best friends? Are you still friends with them?&lt;br /&gt;ricia, lyn, zl, din, sy? HAHA, (why are their names or shortforms?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Ever had braces?&lt;br /&gt;gonna, soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br /&gt;anything or nothing. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Who was the last person who disappointed you?&lt;br /&gt;ZL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you trust people?&lt;br /&gt;I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;erm, I think it was, my mum. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Who was the first person who texted you today?&lt;br /&gt;Ricia. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What was the first thing you did today?&lt;br /&gt;I, switched of my fan and switched on my lights :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Michelle and Aricia now! Oh my, how much I missed Michelle :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-4033576090570634313?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/4033576090570634313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-remind-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/4033576090570634313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/4033576090570634313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-remind-me.html' title='Don&apos;t remind me'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-1667799094841141428</id><published>2009-02-02T16:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:05:14.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I need time,</title><content type='html'>My heart's numb, there's no feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say today was all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;I realised something,&lt;br /&gt;Evangeline's (&lt;3  her) right. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just have to ignore the people who hurt you/take you for granted (and you fit both of those)&lt;br /&gt;So I guess,&lt;br /&gt;Harriet's finally feeling awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, I need to talk. (shit) Haha,&lt;br /&gt;I do feel better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your heart's been broken for the millionth time in 7days, &lt;br /&gt;you know its time to think through it all&lt;br /&gt;Did I really love you that much at all?&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Really,&lt;br /&gt;It was more of a &lt;br /&gt;Cause you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;I loved you kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;I just, well,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I do want to be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you so many things I've been hiding all this time.&lt;br /&gt;haha, well, not all this time,&lt;br /&gt;just this month. AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But this secret, I don't feel bad about. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So ask me if you still want to talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;:) if not,&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I don't really know,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'd still have to live with both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RICIA AND DIN, let's have valentines alone shall we :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, this time crying has made me feel better than I have in a week.&lt;br /&gt;I do feel alright.&lt;br /&gt;Am I already over you?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, I wish that I was.&lt;br /&gt;But really, &lt;br /&gt;I feel so flirty for already liking someone else. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA,&lt;br /&gt;Its not like you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I just like that person just cause you did it too.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, that'd be so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;But I must mention,&lt;br /&gt;I can't exactly tell the person.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have no idea what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, yes, I do NEED to talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;I need to ask you about it. HAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;ahh, :) Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT, I'M KEEPING HERTZ! :) &lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE(:&lt;br /&gt;my baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, ah,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused.&lt;br /&gt;I was lying in bed last night,&lt;br /&gt;and thinking of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA,&lt;br /&gt;and then,&lt;br /&gt;today,&lt;br /&gt;I was crying,&lt;br /&gt;cause I was so confused,&lt;br /&gt;not really about what's been going on this week&lt;br /&gt;but this afternoon I felt taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;So I cried again&lt;br /&gt;and got pissed. AHWELL,&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what I'm actually feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Cause today, it felt too weird for me.&lt;br /&gt;-shudders-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;I would Love to be Best Friends with you now :)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing a quiz I saw cause I was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Seven Deadly Sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRATH&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last get angry with?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, Zoey. HAHA :)&lt;br /&gt;What is your weapon of choice?&lt;br /&gt;ERMERM, I don't know. My wallet! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Sure! HAHA I mean, if they pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;How about the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;:P I slap Ricia all the time! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person who got really angry at you?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, no idea, Anyone reading it now?&lt;br /&gt;What is your pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I always wanted to know &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily?&lt;br /&gt;I keep grudges. Always have, Always will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't?&lt;br /&gt;Take my stupid vitamins and sleep early :)&lt;br /&gt;What is the latest you've ever woken up?&lt;br /&gt;Not very sure..&lt;br /&gt;Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't?&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Erm, I don't know. Suet Yi? HAHA, (contact and say what?)&lt;br /&gt;What is the last lame excuse that you made?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, Erm, I think it was the whole "my emath teacher doesn't give me enough motivation to do her homework cause she's too nice"&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through?&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, What's that! :)&lt;br /&gt;How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, twice, then my mum came in to wake me up. HAHAH, but I do that every morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLUTTONY&lt;br /&gt;What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?&lt;br /&gt;What's a yuppie beverage?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a meat eater?&lt;br /&gt;UHHUH:)&lt;br /&gt;What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?&lt;br /&gt;I can't take alcohol. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with your drinking and eating habits?&lt;br /&gt;Not right now, the only thing I've eaten today is a fishcake. WOW &lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy candy and sweets?&lt;br /&gt;UHHUH :)&lt;br /&gt;Which do you prefer: sweets, salty foods or spicy foods?&lt;br /&gt;SPICYYYYY (the spicier, the better:))&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, "lunch"?&lt;br /&gt;WHUTTT. GROSSSS. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREED&lt;br /&gt;How many credit cards do you own?&lt;br /&gt;None?&lt;br /&gt;If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;I would let it grow interest in a bank :) then spend the interest on everything and anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be rich or famous?&lt;br /&gt;RICH! So rich that I'm famous :P&lt;br /&gt;Would you accept a boring job if it meant that you would make megabucks?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, but i don't think so, I can't take boring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIDE&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing that you have done that you're most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud that today I'm happy :)&lt;br /&gt;What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, I think it was being more mature this year. (as if I am)&lt;br /&gt;What thing would you like to accomplish late in your life?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to bungee jump and get over my fear of heights. :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?&lt;br /&gt;only if I thought I could win.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, don't think so&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cheated to get a better score?&lt;br /&gt;in ting xie in primary school? HAHA (BAD HARRIET)&lt;br /&gt;What did you do today that you're proud of?&lt;br /&gt;I am happy today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUST&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies, family, strippers, locker rooms)?&lt;br /&gt;teehee(: -shy- one.&lt;br /&gt;How many people have seen you naked (not counting physicians, doctors, family, locker rooms, or when you were a young child)?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA,  -shy- One. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a person of your chosen sex during a normal conversation?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, NO? -.-&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite body part of a person of your gender choice?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, neck :P Or hair. but is that considered a body part? it Is part of the body.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had sexual encounters (including kissing/making out) with multiple persons?&lt;br /&gt;erm, no idea what this question's talking about?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;Nope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENVY&lt;br /&gt;What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own?&lt;br /&gt;I would like their pretty-ness (I WISH!) HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with?&lt;br /&gt;o.o don't know.&lt;br /&gt;If you could be anyone who existed in the world, who would you be?&lt;br /&gt;I would be, erm, I DON'T KNOW. I would be the most awesomemest person on Earth&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been cheated on?&lt;br /&gt;If you count someone loving someone else while still with you.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?&lt;br /&gt;Duh. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Honesty. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DEADLY SIN....&lt;br /&gt;Do you do the most often?&lt;br /&gt;all of them, man, I'm so sinful&lt;br /&gt;Do you do the least often?&lt;br /&gt;well, I'd say Lust.&lt;br /&gt;Is your favorite to act on?&lt;br /&gt;don't know? I don't want to be sinful. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you din! HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;(random, cause I'm texting her now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-1667799094841141428?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/1667799094841141428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-i-need-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/1667799094841141428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/1667799094841141428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/cause-i-need-time.html' title='Cause I need time,'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-4178932475025884845</id><published>2009-02-01T23:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:59:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>I have to start doing my homework and stop shopping online.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start doing my homework and stop shopping online.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start doing my homework and stop shopping online.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start doing my homework and stop shopping online.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start doing my homework and stop shopping online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so into mantras these days?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, let's continue with my first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, okay, sleepy now. its only 12. -.- But i guess I didn't have my afternoon nap today. HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;okay, need to do geog graded assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Need to do geog graded assignment.&lt;br /&gt;Need to do geog graded assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, why am I back to the mantras again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind :) I've been promised a good sleep tomorrow morning. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, its this morning. HAHA super awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) okay, RICIAAA, amazing news for you tomorrow &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, harriet is happy once again. For now, (at least till valentines)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-4178932475025884845?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/4178932475025884845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/4178932475025884845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/4178932475025884845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-61448751891095842</id><published>2009-02-01T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:53:16.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lucky I'm in love with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;I really really don;'t want to go to school tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm planning on falling sick today (HAHA, as if I can)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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then, &lt;br /&gt;there's no need for two weeks, or anything shorter even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just,&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my decision to make, and really,&lt;br /&gt;I've decided.&lt;br /&gt;I won't continue pulling you down any further,&lt;br /&gt;and it won't hurt me much more even.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's stopping me?&lt;br /&gt;Haha,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-2933061875462947681?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2933061875462947681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-take-this-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2933061875462947681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2933061875462947681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-take-this-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t take this anymore'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-6120911414725483768</id><published>2009-01-31T10:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:49:55.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I let you down</title><content type='html'>I know, I know,&lt;br /&gt;I know I let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I loved you by Taylor Swift is making my sadder by the moment,&lt;br /&gt;cause, cause, I want to be as perfect as she describes her guy. (go read the lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will Be by Leona Lewis is driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;"Cause without you I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna ever, ever let you leave&lt;br /&gt;You're all I've got, you're all I want&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without you I don't know what I'd do&lt;br /&gt;I can never, ever live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Here with me, do you see,&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ironic, plus, its my new favourite song to listen to the past days.&lt;br /&gt;everything's just one big pile of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, everything's just really stupid,&lt;br /&gt;so I don't know, I don't want to care.&lt;br /&gt;I can live without you.&lt;br /&gt;I have Geraldine, Aricia to help me through(Seriously,I LOVE you guys ALOTALOT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine &lt;br /&gt;I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard it is to lie to yourself when you really need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-6120911414725483768?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6120911414725483768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-i-let-you-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/6120911414725483768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/6120911414725483768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-i-let-you-down.html' title='I know I let you down'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-2598194247066949216</id><published>2009-01-30T20:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:28:47.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss kissing in the rain</title><content type='html'>why does everyday have to be lousy?&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;you think I'm strong?&lt;br /&gt;you think my life's brilliant?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it may be.&lt;br /&gt;to me,&lt;br /&gt;but I face the same thing as you EVERY FREAKING DAY.&lt;br /&gt;so, should I be like you too huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just make the best of what I have.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should try that too.&lt;br /&gt;At least then, maybe, just maybe,&lt;br /&gt;you'll know how I feel when you say there's someone else on your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote you:&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Oh i wish, i wish. The many imperfections to be perfected for you,&lt;br /&gt;Im trying, trying; But all i ever seem to achieve is the opposite."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, now, I've lost faith in my love,&lt;br /&gt;and I've lost faith in yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and yet, it still hurts just as much as it did before&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD STUFF ASIDE,&lt;br /&gt;harriet is in a mood where she's so emo all she can think about is like I want to call Ricia and cry. HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;(why am I calling her Ricia?)&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;cry, just let those tears flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go cry on my geog graded assignment now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hating your class doesn't give you the right to obsess over someone else.&lt;br /&gt;ESP over a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;there's no connection like Din said.&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;break my heart?&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, you've done a great job&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a reward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that bitch you like?&lt;br /&gt;well,&lt;br /&gt;I don't care how much you don't believe,&lt;br /&gt;but I swear. SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;that she was talking about us,&lt;br /&gt;don't care what you think.&lt;br /&gt;cause your impression of her will always be perfect, no matter what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SYLwpo6SB5I/AAAAAAAAALM/z-pe_P4NTXM/s1600-h/Ler+Jean+2.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SYLwpo6SB5I/AAAAAAAAALM/z-pe_P4NTXM/s320/Ler+Jean+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297060709888296850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;babies are just shield from the scary world outside.&lt;br /&gt;and all I want is to be shield from the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in your arms and know everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP DREAMING HARRIET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUET YI! (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-2598194247066949216?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2598194247066949216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-kissing-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2598194247066949216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2598194247066949216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-kissing-in-rain.html' title='I miss kissing in the rain'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SYLwpo6SB5I/AAAAAAAAALM/z-pe_P4NTXM/s72-c/Ler+Jean+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-2501770299546313372</id><published>2009-01-29T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:55:30.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you keep me from falling apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;however much you might not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a super horrible day. :(&lt;br /&gt;A STUPID SEC ONE ROLLED HER EYES AT ME! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, let me do a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;ERM, neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: How do you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;I felt tired. I felt tired of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Who was the last person you took a photo with?&lt;br /&gt;Baby AH Jean! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Would you considered yourself to be spoilt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;maybe?&lt;/s&gt; yes. as Zoey says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;SCARY. I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I want me dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: What does your last text message says?&lt;br /&gt;Aricia who said someone's mean, but sweet. HAHAH, and that I shouldn't cry so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO WRITE THE FREAKING COMMONWEALTH ESSAY BECAUSE I'VE DECIDED TO DO IT. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Do you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;yeapps. and tell me that you still want me. HAHA, because obviously, you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;1.30am? I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Where did you buy the t-shirt you're wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;WHO KNOWS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Is someone on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Who was the last person who text you?&lt;br /&gt;ARICIA. -.- (didn't they ask something like this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED.&lt;br /&gt;and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go do my essay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;maybe I was never the right one,&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't think about that did we?&lt;br /&gt;but really, can we let go now?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, you probably like someone else right now.&lt;br /&gt;and there's always going to be someone else.&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing, &lt;br /&gt;making you feel so bad about hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;when we shouldn't even be talking in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't even have met.&lt;br /&gt;its not your fault I'm hurting&lt;br /&gt;I'm just making you more troubled&lt;br /&gt;and what's the point in that?&lt;br /&gt;so what's going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm going to die&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading people's archives.&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't have. &lt;br /&gt;Its just made me see that,&lt;br /&gt;I've made the biggest mistake of my life.&lt;br /&gt;and I can never go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-2501770299546313372?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2501770299546313372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-keep-me-from-falling-apart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2501770299546313372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2501770299546313372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-keep-me-from-falling-apart.html' title='you keep me from falling apart'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-765556626604087414</id><published>2009-01-28T17:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:32:01.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What more can I say?</title><content type='html'>OKAY, SO TODAY, WAS SUPER BORING. &lt;br /&gt;BORING BORING BORING BORING.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ONLY HAVE ONE PICTUREEE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's of the braids that we tied this afternoon. AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SYAjJFVoLNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NqTdd6P1Vh4/s1600-h/LGIM0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SYAjJFVoLNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NqTdd6P1Vh4/s320/LGIM0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296271800746388690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the left, Aricia on the right. DOESN'T MY HAIR LOOK SO STRAIGHT!?!?!? SO NICEEEEEE. HAHAHA, THANKS EMMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANTED TO PUT A PICTURE OF LERJEAN :) (my favourite cousin yo!) &lt;br /&gt;She's the baby I'm holding. AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SYBP0jmhgFI/AAAAAAAAALE/oivRTBwBGFc/s1600-h/Ler+Jean+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SYBP0jmhgFI/AAAAAAAAALE/oivRTBwBGFc/s320/Ler+Jean+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296320926116315218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-765556626604087414?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/765556626604087414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-more-can-i-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/765556626604087414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/765556626604087414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-more-can-i-say.html' title='What more can I say?'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SYAjJFVoLNI/AAAAAAAAAK8/NqTdd6P1Vh4/s72-c/LGIM0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-8393469395665574839</id><published>2009-01-24T10:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:00:21.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOPPING! ;D</title><content type='html'>awesome day yesterday!! :D shopping with lovely Dao Xin and &lt;3 MY LOVELY ARICIA :)    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9jrn9PAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wrEgf0DXQ-c/s1600-h/DSCN1961.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9jrn9PAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wrEgf0DXQ-c/s320/DSCN1961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294682363886648322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WE BOUGHT SUPER AWESOME NECKLACES :) BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9jL-r3TI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ES5OaERcN6Y/s1600-h/DSCN1959.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9jL-r3TI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ES5OaERcN6Y/s320/DSCN1959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294682355392044338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aricia dear! COOL GLASSES RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9iH57AmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r2NlYFbpY90/s1600-h/DSCN1958.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9iH57AmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/r2NlYFbpY90/s320/DSCN1958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294682337118454370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DAOXIN THE VERY PRETTY ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9hY9dB-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/d5HCLGQ1QNU/s1600-h/DSCN1956.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9hY9dB-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/d5HCLGQ1QNU/s320/DSCN1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294682324516800482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9hLTKNoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oSoksLgTL1I/s1600-h/DSCN1949.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9hLTKNoI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oSoksLgTL1I/s320/DSCN1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294682320849745538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IN THE TOILET AT REDHILL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp-X26WN_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/c585wreENxI/s1600-h/DSCN1970.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp-X26WN_I/AAAAAAAAAK0/c585wreENxI/s320/DSCN1970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294683260269770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't Dao Xin look super skinny!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp-XS-D8zI/AAAAAAAAAKs/E2M3ZfIrtr0/s1600-h/DSCN1968.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp-XS-D8zI/AAAAAAAAAKs/E2M3ZfIrtr0/s320/DSCN1968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294683250621674290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp-XL-I56I/AAAAAAAAAKk/YW970imQZRs/s1600-h/DSCN1967.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp-XL-I56I/AAAAAAAAAKk/YW970imQZRs/s320/DSCN1967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294683248742950818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OHMYGOD. RETARDED -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY, AWESOME DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's chill. Harriet's gonna go do amath now! :D awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you that I'm acting insane,&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend forever.&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;br /&gt;but I may have ruined everything,&lt;br /&gt;do you still want me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-8393469395665574839?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8393469395665574839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/shopping-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/8393469395665574839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/8393469395665574839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/shopping-d.html' title='SHOPPING! ;D'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXp9jrn9PAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wrEgf0DXQ-c/s72-c/DSCN1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-9157703551922248330</id><published>2009-01-21T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:41:21.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreadful aren't I?</title><content type='html'>OKAY, so, all funny things aside, today, was lousy.&lt;br /&gt;the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in chinese cause the stupid story seemed to pierce me hundred times over. ouch. and i know no one else felt the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like talking to anyone. EXCEPT, I NEED TO KNOW MY TIMETABLE. SO WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to &lt;s&gt;know&lt;/s&gt;care. I DON'T CARE. &lt;s&gt;Fuck off&lt;/s&gt;Go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone"&lt;br /&gt;I mean it, cause I've had a horrid day and you ended it with a bang. Hmpf. what are you hiding from me? I'll just ignore all of it and go sleep, I don't want to see you. HMPF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harriet is starting to just stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just one day, tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-9157703551922248330?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/9157703551922248330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreadful-arent-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/9157703551922248330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/9157703551922248330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreadful-arent-i.html' title='Dreadful aren&apos;t I?'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-472031430653469653</id><published>2009-01-20T17:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:17:18.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRETTY PRETTY</title><content type='html'>SCHOOL WAS SLEEP INDUCING :)&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. and this is TO EVERYONE. :) DO NOT WAKE ME UP WITH A PHONE CALL. ESPECIALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT. :) thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;(only Zoey seemed to know that -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTUREEEEESSSS OF MY CLASS! O:&lt;br /&gt;awesome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVckKM7nI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FoQPoLwQWw0/s1600-h/DSCN1932.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVckKM7nI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FoQPoLwQWw0/s320/DSCN1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293301255019228786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BLURRR ;( lol. but I can see Emma! and Megan! and Reshma! and Evangeline who looks like she's standing up! and Ying Shan! and Duoduo? I THINK. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVcUj4dvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/s_EdHQKNmjA/s1600-h/DSCN1940.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVcUj4dvI/AAAAAAAAAJs/s_EdHQKNmjA/s320/DSCN1940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293301250831972082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OHMYGOD, I LOOK SO RETARDED. :) but that's the only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; looking picture i have of yi qing. SHE'S SO TALL! O;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVcNC9_EI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gZ3aJL9cHQI/s1600-h/DSCN1939.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVcNC9_EI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gZ3aJL9cHQI/s320/DSCN1939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293301248814873666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ARICIAAAAA ( i still look retarded.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVbjGg4KI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GNszQcBpQtA/s1600-h/DSCN1933.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVbjGg4KI/AAAAAAAAAJc/GNszQcBpQtA/s320/DSCN1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293301237555454114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS THE ONLY PICTURE I HAVE OF WANYING ;( but Wei Min looks so bored! HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVbU2LM6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/VluCIER_yKE/s1600-h/DSCN1912.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/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVbU2LM6I/AAAAAAAAAJU/VluCIER_yKE/s320/DSCN1912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293301233728828322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HERTZ LOVEEEE. :)&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-472031430653469653?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/472031430653469653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/472031430653469653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/472031430653469653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-pretty.html' title='PRETTY PRETTY'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SXWVckKM7nI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/FoQPoLwQWw0/s72-c/DSCN1932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-631024332366775496</id><published>2009-01-19T16:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:07:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I see sunset in your eyes</title><content type='html'>Harriet's gonna eat chocolate tonight and get a high and stay up real late to do all her homework. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. isn't homework so retarded?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-631024332366775496?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/631024332366775496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-see-sunset-in-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/631024332366775496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/631024332366775496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-see-sunset-in-your-eyes.html' title='I see sunset in your eyes'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-2200498046326018676</id><published>2009-01-17T16:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:57:23.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DARLING</title><content type='html'>OOH, its saturdayyy and homework day:(&lt;br /&gt;haha, I've been having weirdweird dreams (yes, I know, weird) LOL,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, HARRIET SHALL GO DO CHINESE COMPO SOON. I hate writing! :( HAHA, neverrrminddddd. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't really blog so I'll reply tags! :D fun! HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt; Aricia:&lt;/b&gt;HAHAHA, what kind of spam lah! so littleeee :) OF COURSE YOU LOVE THE TISSUE BOX :) LOVEEEE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Denan:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA, lucky you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SY:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA, yes its AWESOME harriet's blog. :) HAHA, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pearlyn:&lt;/b&gt;HAHA, YOU DIDN'T SAY PLEASE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ZL:&lt;/b&gt; Heehee(: isn't everyone but you an idiot? loveeee&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-2200498046326018676?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2200498046326018676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/harriet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2200498046326018676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2200498046326018676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/harriet.html' title='DARLING'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-8627605359652500602</id><published>2009-01-15T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:55:40.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one is perfect; but how I wish to be perfect for you</title><content type='html'>Harriet's gone through a crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and all I want is to be in your arms, and hear you say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;Wishful thinking. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-8627605359652500602?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8627605359652500602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-one-is-perfect-but-how-i-wish-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/8627605359652500602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/8627605359652500602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-one-is-perfect-but-how-i-wish-to-be.html' title='No one is perfect; but how I wish to be perfect for you'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-2661337508138904555</id><published>2009-01-14T16:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:34:52.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my special person</title><content type='html'>-groans- my iTunes isn't working properly. UGH. so now, 14GB of stupid songs are being re-put in into iTunes. GOSH. :(&lt;br /&gt;yes, and today was such a RETARDED DAY. (yes I swear) HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;SPOT CHECK IN THE MORNING AND THEY CAUGHT ME! O: yeah, and for the weirdest reason. MY SOCKS WHICH COULD BE SEEN. -.- and the teacher was like "your uniforms are all fine" AHAHAHA, AS IF. &lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH, then A math was like, boring. HAHA, (sorryyyy!) I can't help it. :) but he decided not to give homework :)&lt;br /&gt;RECESS WAS HUNGRY-FYING. right after recess I was hungry?!?! yes I'm so retarded. HAHA, when its recess I'm not hungry, but when its just after recess I'm super hungry. -.- RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;ER, THEN IT WAS PUREEEEE GEOGRAPHY! haha, I've changed my mind on Miss Sharyl. HAHAHA, (well, in a good way of course! for me I mean, I'm not gonna go crazy again :)) HAHAHA, but she's still got a veryvery nice voice :)&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE TEACHER CAME IN TODAY. and she's supersuper funny and her lessons are supersuper fun :):) I like the way she teaches :) &lt;br /&gt;Mr Lee's FUNNY TOOOOO, omgosh, he's so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT REALLY, the most hilarious (and fun) part of the day, was, BIOLOGY PRACTICAL!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have had never had so much fun looking at my own cheek cells. and hearing aricia's partner. HAHAHA, so funny. "zhen gan dong!" I seriously can't believe I have a classmate like that. HAHAHAHAHHAHA, so funnny.&lt;br /&gt;and I learnt that, this super cool thing of my partners. HAHA, Megan's dad works in the industrial development (land), Vanessa's dad fixes Airplanes (air), and MY daddy works in the navy(water)!!!! COOL RIGHT. haha (maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;okay, harriet is high, and hungry. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/edit] That girl representing VGLF looks like Janice's hair! O: HAHAHA, Janice can summon the wind! 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WILL. NOT. EMO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-2661337508138904555?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2661337508138904555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-special-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2661337508138904555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/2661337508138904555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-special-person.html' title='my special person'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-1992665350009868500</id><published>2009-01-13T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:36:54.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super imposter</title><content type='html'>Okay, supersuper day :) HEEHEE(: reallyyyyy. :) HAHA, yes, so what was this day all about?? yesyes, everyone's asking that question aren't they? :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so today was erm, Well, there was SUPPOSED to be &lt;s&gt;Mass&lt;/s&gt; F.I.T.T Run (yes I know that name is SUPER retarded) but there wasn't !!! 'Cause the Sec Ones haven't had the "What day wear what" speech. AHEM. love the new year. HAHA, that's the only time we have this kind of excuse :) Then there was this horribly FUNNY SHIT video on the Lightning ?!!? yeah, I'm super scared of lightning, so I guess the whole "someone got hit !" thing kinda freaked me out but it was so HILARIOUS :)&lt;br /&gt;YAY, so, er, I FORGOT THE FIRST LESSON -.- OHOH, A MATH! yesyes HAHA, I forgot to hand in Mr C's homework the other time :) OOPS. HAHAHA, never mind lah, he also never really scold. But i did okayyy!! :D&lt;br /&gt;RECESS WAS SUPER. like, we sat with all the C3 peeps? (aricia and I!) HAHA, Aricia keeps saying everyone gravitates towards her -.- AS IF. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ERM, next was bio? And since Megan and Vanessa had LEFT FOR HEALTH CHECKUP, I was left all alone!!! O: but WanYing and YiQing came overrr :D SO HAPPY. HAHA, but YiQing left when it was CME. CME WAS SUPER HILARIOUS CAN. &lt;br /&gt;So, it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan: I know some students can sleep even when in the front row..&lt;br /&gt;Aricia: ANDRO!&lt;br /&gt;(everyone laughs, cause she slept during Bio)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan: -LOOKS RIGHT AT ME- yeah! just like you!&lt;br /&gt;Me: NONONO! I neverrrr. (HAHAH, as if)&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan: you did! and your excuses are "because my eyes are small, that's why you think that I'm sleeping" and "I'm just closing my eyes but i'm listening!"&lt;br /&gt;God, that was retarded. AHHAHAHAH,&lt;br /&gt;yeapps. So, CME was a blast. :)&lt;br /&gt;Next was English, which was quite boring (SORRY Ms V!) yeah but, how exactly do you make compre questions interesting RIGHT? AHHA, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly was so retarded. We just sat there with our ear-drums bursting 'cause of the super loud music. HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;COOOOOLLL. &lt;br /&gt;yeap, then I went home with SY, Christy and ZL. YEAPPS. THAT'S ALL. :)&lt;br /&gt;OHOH, AND MEE SUA IS SUPER TASTY. HAAHHAHAA, (I still don't get the 'hu' part)&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE(:&lt;br /&gt;love, &lt;br /&gt;HARRIET :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-1992665350009868500?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/1992665350009868500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-imposter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/1992665350009868500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/1992665350009868500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/super-imposter.html' title='Super imposter'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2140389239444893071.post-5551034968667454066</id><published>2009-01-12T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:18:22.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't break my heart</title><content type='html'>AH, I decided to do this thing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really my fault I keep crying? Yes it is. God, I just can't seem to stop spilling the tears, they come so easily and all I can do is wipe them off. I don't even have a reason to cry. Oh shut up Harriet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, let's all go crazy together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2140389239444893071-5551034968667454066?l=wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5551034968667454066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/helloooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/5551034968667454066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2140389239444893071/posts/default/5551034968667454066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wheretheendstarts.blogspot.com/2009/01/helloooo.html' title='Don&apos;t break my heart'/><author><name>harriet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09016284885794093911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C8uKGER9eKM/SKgLLMDzi4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0hRd2Zj-JQ/S220/Photo_22.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
