<?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-7411777072146937116</id><updated>2011-07-19T22:12:55.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lulalalaley~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01705621648756412569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9L-Fzn5QgM/S1MHkZogbfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3nnXo0sGj_c/S220/Gaho+and+G-D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-1696224397138744622</id><published>2011-06-25T04:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T04:50:05.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck la hor.&lt;div&gt;1) i also know is v. childish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) i never once thought you suck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) i never once called you a bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) i still love you k. like really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) i bet you didn't know, but i've always had a dream to take neoprints with you &amp;amp; anna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and fuck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you wanna keep both,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but can you make sure he doesn't pick on me anymore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;so are you trying to say like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"oh, i want you to stay beside me, but my bf is gonna hurt you and i cant do anything about it"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;REALLY NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuuck la hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cried and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who cared?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you didn't even know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause you were too busy paktor with HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeah sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're the bad guys cause we've had enough of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bet he's happy now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has you all to himself now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everytime i wanna talk to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he sure come and drag you away anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what diff does it make now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you've stopped being our mother as soon as you met him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-1696224397138744622?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1696224397138744622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-la-hor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/1696224397138744622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/1696224397138744622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-la-hor.html' title=''/><author><name>Tingg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01705621648756412569</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9L-Fzn5QgM/S1MHkZogbfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3nnXo0sGj_c/S220/Gaho+and+G-D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-3420158011937191592</id><published>2011-06-25T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T01:27:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This will be my last post in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Girls. Some things cannot be chosen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;'If me and _____ drop into river, who would you save 1st?' , this question, is really the lamest question in this world. I swear. Only childish people ask this type of question. No offence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hope when your are older you can understand what me n brian are trying to say. Don't ever force people to choose. This is bullshyt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't choose kilo. I wanted to keep both of you but u all chose to leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am sure same thing goes to Brian. Brian want to keep both. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If ur think i suck, i have nothing to say. Fine i suck. I suck being a mum. I am a bitch. Go ahead and hate me all you want. I have nothing to say. I know i FAILED being a maple mummy. I failed totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks girls for all the wonderful times spent together, and thanks annabelle for JeTaime n JeVousHais. You girls have being a great daughter-s to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Estelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-3420158011937191592?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/3420158011937191592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-will-be-my-last-post-in-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/3420158011937191592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/3420158011937191592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-will-be-my-last-post-in-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTpLca6BnmA/TdPd0xr6hrI/AAAAAAAACEE/RtfuP64EYag/s220/IMG_0519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-6056253001594854333</id><published>2011-06-08T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T04:00:58.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 . I love you , and will only allow you to deliver the final blow. The deepest scar of em' all.</title><content type='html'>HISASHIBURI .&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I have gotten the spelling correctly? ;D But I'm sure you will be able to pronounce it correctly ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I just realised today that I'm a lil' too dependent on Brian? Eg , just now when me &amp;amp; someone fighting . Kay , not really fight but is like " tio taiji " lah . Then that guy was like want play ffa or someth , then before that is want fight so like , what I felt at that point of time was " come . who scared who? " and Brian was the first thing that popped out of my mind . Then my aiai say its not okay to depend too much on him &amp;amp; must he love me more than I love him. Not like idk right? But these are what you call " love games " . I sick &amp;amp; tired of playing games with him already. Play games with him till I go around cheating on him &amp;amp; flirting? Like some sluts? Nah , not gonna happen again. Not another chance. Besides , I have hurt him way too much &amp;lt;: so much that I no longer deserve the right to hurt him anymore &amp;amp; I really really want him to hurt me . But I know , he will never hurt me . Seriously , this kind of boyfriend go where find?&lt;br /&gt;Am I lucky or what . Oh and I have my instincts &amp;amp; awesome judgments to thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;But , whats the use if my heart likes to go astray? So I'm like , slapping it everyday , every second . I would love to torture myself whenever the thought of wanting to cheat runs across my mind but yeah . I'm unable to physically abuse myself so too bad. It's all going to be mental abuse . I must tame myself to become obedient already or I really really don't deserve to be loved by good guys like him. Only deserve those useless flings , which I thought was fun. And interesting. God , I want to go back and slap myself &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I realise all of my blog post is all about Brian!?&lt;br /&gt;Like that so annoying , who still want read sia. But , I either go out of my brain will be full of thoughts of him.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wonder if Brian is exhausted anot. Cause his been running around in my brain for hours already.&lt;br /&gt;Gahh . I LOVE HIM &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY , BEAR WITH ME LAH. TILL I GO OUT ;D&lt;br /&gt;kays ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post is written by : Annabelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Brian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-6056253001594854333?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/6056253001594854333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-i-love-you-and-will-only-allow-you-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/6056253001594854333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/6056253001594854333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-i-love-you-and-will-only-allow-you-to.html' title='#4 . I love you , and will only allow you to deliver the final blow. The deepest scar of em&apos; all.'/><author><name>JeTaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00609651753850961681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTCCczVBY20/TOikAJKT4MI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ShZeccC25Vs/S220/jetaime%2Blogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-7303766678235319160</id><published>2011-06-08T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T02:04:55.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some guys are just silly obsessed over a maple character. Zzzz. I do obsess in the past. But i think this is bullshyt. Maple bf and gf are nothing. Okay. Need to be so emo mah? Wtf. I almost bang the wall just now siah. Zzzzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fine im not gonna let this peanuts affect my mood. Tml is my bigbig day! x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lastly, chloe nuer, im here for u alright? Don't be so sad! Cheer up! I LOVE YOU :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-7303766678235319160?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/7303766678235319160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-guys-are-just-silly-obsessed-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/7303766678235319160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/7303766678235319160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/some-guys-are-just-silly-obsessed-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTpLca6BnmA/TdPd0xr6hrI/AAAAAAAACEE/RtfuP64EYag/s220/IMG_0519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-772652739869395684</id><published>2011-06-07T02:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T02:18:33.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like crying. :( i thought i can be okay. But seems like im deceiving myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-772652739869395684?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/772652739869395684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-like-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/772652739869395684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/772652739869395684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-feel-like-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTpLca6BnmA/TdPd0xr6hrI/AAAAAAAACEE/RtfuP64EYag/s220/IMG_0519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-1806596631084297163</id><published>2011-06-06T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T03:44:59.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 , Brian</title><content type='html'>Dear Brian ,&lt;br /&gt;I really love you , so fuck you if you think I don't .&lt;br /&gt;Okay , that's all I wanna say so byes &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely ,&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck , this love is driving me insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-1806596631084297163?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1806596631084297163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-brian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/1806596631084297163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/1806596631084297163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-brian.html' title='#3 , Brian'/><author><name>JeTaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00609651753850961681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTCCczVBY20/TOikAJKT4MI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ShZeccC25Vs/S220/jetaime%2Blogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-8155676014123295709</id><published>2011-06-06T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T01:33:08.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fuck my life. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am so tired of this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel like giving up everything. And focus on people who can make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But seems like it's so difficult to get peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Perhaps peace doesn't exist at all? I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck i wanna forget everything. And hold on to what i have now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-8155676014123295709?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8155676014123295709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/8155676014123295709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/8155676014123295709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTpLca6BnmA/TdPd0xr6hrI/AAAAAAAACEE/RtfuP64EYag/s220/IMG_0519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-4022685347880244200</id><published>2011-06-04T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T03:26:18.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 , Fuck love , fuck life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;A butterfly , will die within minutes without its wings , and I'll die within years without you. I'm obviously , not a masochist or whatever , so without you , I'd either be dead or just , simply a living corpse. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OH , I'm so bloody frustrated. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life suck , and my love life isn't gettin' any better. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh , fvck my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What I did today : &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 12-1 pm in the afternoon after sleeping at around 4+ last night . Was busy chatting with Chloe jie . HEHE. She was like " Mei , I'm so tired alr. Gonna KO at 1am. "&lt;br /&gt;then , " Mei , I'm so tired alr , gonna KO at 2am. "&lt;br /&gt;Me : NO . WHY SO EARLY.&lt;br /&gt;She : I KO at 2am alr giving you face.&lt;br /&gt;In the end , We both KO-ed at around 4am. Weird much? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Okay , then I like rushed to my art place then went to 7-11 with jin ye to buy some awesome tom yam instant noodle which I have been craving for a week already !&lt;br /&gt;Honestly hor , I think me &amp;amp; Brian's relationship is like instant noodle.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually buying instant noodle when I texted Brian , like asking him to break up &amp;amp; stuffs like that , then the instant noodle that i bought was like , SUCK . HORRIBLE .DISGUSTING so I obviously threw it away ~ bleh. Then I bought another tom yam instant noodle cause Jin Ye was like " TOM YAM V. NICE "&lt;br /&gt;Then in the end , I am still in love and cravin' for some tom yam instant noodle even till now. Oh &amp;amp; I'm still in love with brian hehe. Abit like the instant noodle right? &amp;amp; before that my life w/o brian when we broke was horrible , as usual . z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mummy told me its puppy love , like I'm just infatuated with him&lt;/b&gt; or something and I kinda agreed lorh.&lt;br /&gt;There are many times where I'm like no longer in love wit Brian then I hope this time , I will remained in love with Brian , cause who says infatuation can't be turned to true love ;D&lt;br /&gt;I really dw hurt him again , I feel damn bad leh. I keep hurting him &amp;gt;&amp;lt;"&lt;br /&gt;Like his ex , ex girlf. or something. I think I'm the guy in the " cuo de ren 's " mv .&lt;br /&gt;Jie , I know you think that way too.&lt;br /&gt;Then Brian like damn bad , but I really can't expect him to continue treating me like princess right? I like , darn right deserve this. If I'm an outsider and I see this kinda relationship I'd be damn mad at the girl ( myself ) and would prolly be cursing this girl ( myself ) over and over again .&lt;br /&gt;Then Brian like abit hostile also , but that's okay &amp;gt;&amp;lt; WO BU JIE YI .&lt;br /&gt;Then again , who am I to say he damn bad sia when I'm the one at fault . ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so selfish lar . !@#$%^&amp;amp;*() Oh and I don't think I'd ever leave Brian again cause my friend told me , " &lt;b&gt;don't say you don't love him if you can't leave him.&lt;/b&gt; " ;D &amp;amp; right now , I'm bursting wit love for him ! YAY. And did I mention that , I feel v. grossed out whenever a guy calls me something intimate like " dear , honey , love , baby " etc? LOL. It doesn't apply towards Brian , woo hoo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WAIT . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I WAS ACTUALLY GONNA TALK ABOUT WHAT I DID TODAY RIGHT. WHY SUDDENLY BECOME BOUT BRIAN Z BUT HOR I TYPED THOSE WIT MY HEART &amp;amp; EFFORT SO SUA , DUNNID ERASE HAHA&lt;b&gt;.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you know hor , tom yam abit spicy so I bought mineral water larh , then got this v. retarded looking guy , he looks retarded , sound retarded and dress retarded.&lt;br /&gt;He go drink my water sia. And he was like " AIYA . LAO SHI WO HE CUO SHUI LE . " in a damn attention seeking way then " SHI SHUI DE? SHI SHUI DE? " WTF. There only got me , him and my friend right. Then IDK why , but I feel that the atmosphere was kinda embarrassing? And I don't even wanna talk to him z so i was like " wo de , wo de "&lt;br /&gt;WALAU . HE COCKEYE SIA. His mineral water is ice mountain one , mine is the dunno simi brand&lt;br /&gt;LOGO DIFF , BRAND DIFF , SIZE DIFFERENT , COLOUR DIFF EVEN THE BOTTLE CAP COLOUR DIFF HE COCK EYE ISZIT. OR HE WANTED TO SHARE INDIRECT KISS WIT ME . JIDAN LAH.&lt;br /&gt;So , I like obviously gonna throw the water bottle away. Who want share indirect kiss with him sia. z&lt;br /&gt;Jibai dog -'-&lt;br /&gt;Kay , I'm signing off now larh. Some other things happened today but yeah , not worth mentioning ;D Since they are like my daily routine so HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post is written by , Annabelle &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ILY BRIAN. &amp;lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-4022685347880244200?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/4022685347880244200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-fuck-love-fuck-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/4022685347880244200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/4022685347880244200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/2-fuck-love-fuck-life.html' title='#2 , Fuck love , fuck life.'/><author><name>JeTaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00609651753850961681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTCCczVBY20/TOikAJKT4MI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ShZeccC25Vs/S220/jetaime%2Blogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-8275835877223878476</id><published>2011-06-04T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T01:31:55.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SO TIRED D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sorry annabelle and chloe daughter :P i zao 1st! Annabelle nuer Enjoy ur time with ur darling! LOL :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;estelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-8275835877223878476?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/8275835877223878476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-tired-d-sorry-annabelle-and-chloe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/8275835877223878476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/8275835877223878476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-tired-d-sorry-annabelle-and-chloe.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTpLca6BnmA/TdPd0xr6hrI/AAAAAAAACEE/RtfuP64EYag/s220/IMG_0519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-1042406639013517878</id><published>2011-06-03T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:10:17.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay i realised that there are 2 codes overlapping each other. I solved the codes already :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-1042406639013517878?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/1042406639013517878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-i-realised-that-there-are-2-codes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/1042406639013517878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/1042406639013517878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/okay-i-realised-that-there-are-2-codes.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTpLca6BnmA/TdPd0xr6hrI/AAAAAAAACEE/RtfuP64EYag/s220/IMG_0519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-2762742902331838827</id><published>2011-06-03T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:03:20.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hi! :}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah. I have nothing to post leh :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just wanna say, i love annabelle and chloe daughter :P x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And i realised the codes are quite screwed up LOL. :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Signing Off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estelle (iHeartMisery)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-2762742902331838827?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/2762742902331838827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-ah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/2762742902331838827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/2762742902331838827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/hi-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Estelle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTpLca6BnmA/TdPd0xr6hrI/AAAAAAAACEE/RtfuP64EYag/s220/IMG_0519.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7411777072146937116.post-5384471796733090940</id><published>2011-06-03T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T02:43:47.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'># 1 , We R Who We R</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Love's a crime , but ya know that it's a fuckin' addiction . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings , it's almighty Annabelle here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes , the girl who is attached. You dirty little motherfuckers. Ya starin' at me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus .&lt;br /&gt;My brother's a fucking son of a bitch. Oh , no I ain't fuckin' insulting my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes , I'm in a v-ulgar kinda mood .&lt;br /&gt;Oh , ya wanna know why? Oh obviously you do! * snickers * You , dirty lil' motherfuckers.&lt;br /&gt;God , he skipped school. He played truancy. LIKE , HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET SO &lt;b&gt;REBELIOUS&lt;/b&gt;? HIS FREAKING TWELVE , FOR GOD'S SAKE. And his like " oh I wanna go to * censored * secondary school cause I am a gangster wannabe " Worst case possible , he didn't return home for one whole day. Yes , seriously. Did he know how worried exactly everyone was , with his phone off and some shit like that. I'm like REALLY REALLY curious in what kind of people his mixin' with. So what if their gangsters , they are obviously not matured enough cause they actually let a &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;MINOR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; join their freaking group.&lt;br /&gt;Makes sense? &lt;b&gt;OBVIOUSLY YES&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well , I bet they are just another bunch of &lt;b&gt;gangsters wannabe&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okay , enough of that &lt;b&gt;shitty&lt;/b&gt; brother of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , time for some rants omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRIAN LIM YI HAO&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;IHY LAH. HOW COULD YOU BE SO MEAN TO YOUR GIRLF T.T&lt;br /&gt;STAYING UP FOR ANOTHER HALF AN HOUR WONT HURT&lt;br /&gt;OH FINE , I'M BEING V. UNREASONABLE BUT THAT CAN'T BE HELP MAHHH.&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT!!!? JIE . RIGHT? MOMMA. CANNOT BE HELPED RIGHT . T.T&lt;br /&gt;AND WHY YOUR FRIEND WANT ASK YOU SO EARLY GO SCH SIAH. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH. I'M BECOMING A BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU'RE GONNA REGRET EVER HAVING ME AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND LAHH I'LL PESTER AND FOLLOW YOU TO THE END OF TIME. BLEHH. HAPPY CRYING . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ,  CHANGE OF SUBJS&lt;br /&gt;EHEHEH , I DIDN'T DO V. WELL FOR MY MID YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;lt; and my report book got someth wrong T.T&lt;br /&gt;CA1 whole week I never go school , they say my English 33.3 something , I English where got fail one sia &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Hais , this time mid-year , v. disappointed in myself. Oh wells , I didn't really work hard this year &amp;gt;&amp;lt; BUT HOR. THIS TIME I WORK HARD I SWEAR I WON'T NEGLECT YOU ONE HOR , DARLINGG.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have the motivation to study &amp;gt;&amp;lt; this sucks man LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay , now time to conclude this post with my love.&lt;br /&gt;To&lt;b&gt; CHLOE &lt;/b&gt;jie :&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU KAYS .&lt;br /&gt;DON'T NEEDA FEEL BAD BOUT THE THINGS YOU DID TO ME IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why they are called " past " and regardless of what , I will still respect your decision ;D&lt;br /&gt;Like , it can't be helped even if you like donq or whatever but yeah . Donq is like a play boy and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;And , must learn from me mah , &lt;i&gt;never let your past affect you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;^o^&lt;br /&gt;You know how much I love you anot!? &lt;b&gt;KNOW ANOT&lt;/b&gt;!?&lt;br /&gt;You dare say dunno , I slap you hor. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least , don't be jealous of me lah . I know my boyfriend v. caring &amp;amp; nice &amp;amp; awesome. And mummy now got bf also , don't worry kays. We tmr help you find.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID HEARTLESS BOYFRIEND OF MINE Z&lt;br /&gt;Okay , now to mummy .&lt;br /&gt;HAI MUMMY ACTUALLY I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY LAH. BUT I LOVE YOU KAYS AND I KNOW YOU'RE JEALOUS BOUT ME &amp;amp; MY BOYF ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , set ah . We two wear friendship shirt cause my heartless boyf no cash cannot couple shirt with me&lt;br /&gt;but got ring i alr v. happy alrdy. ;D I LOVELOVE HIM HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a love idiot sia. Anyways , RMB THE WEDDING HOR ;D&lt;br /&gt;We 4 wedding , but I doubt I can wedding cause my boyf hor .&lt;br /&gt;* sighs *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU BRIAN .  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written by , Annabelle &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and , blogging w/o codes sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7411777072146937116-5384471796733090940?l=w-iltedroses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/feeds/5384471796733090940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/1-we-r-who-we-r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/5384471796733090940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7411777072146937116/posts/default/5384471796733090940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://w-iltedroses.blogspot.com/2011/06/1-we-r-who-we-r.html' title='# 1 , We R Who We R'/><author><name>JeTaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00609651753850961681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='7' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UTCCczVBY20/TOikAJKT4MI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ShZeccC25Vs/S220/jetaime%2Blogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
