<?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-20472132</id><updated>2011-07-15T08:33:55.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pat;tripa : D</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-6032964135691087172</id><published>2007-05-31T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T12:27:53.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="show" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.nackvision.com/goodies/animated/show.swf?&amp;baseURL=http://www.nackvision.com/goodies/animated/&amp;amp;clickURL=http://www.nackvision.com/goodies/animated/&amp;clickLABEL=Create Yours @ NackVision&amp;amp;type=0&amp;amp;user=b2d92d1e1d5eac98b1b187b8ca2cb63f" width="385" height="273" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-6032964135691087172?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/6032964135691087172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/6032964135691087172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-pat.html' title=''/><author><name>jaime;;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116678726890316594</id><published>2006-12-22T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:34:28.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm not posting here anymore till I get bored of xanga.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, goodbye blogger ):&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; HELLO &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/suicidalpoison"&gt;XANGA&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116678726890316594?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116678726890316594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116678726890316594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-im-not-posting-here-anymore-till.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116660891615966141</id><published>2006-12-20T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T18:01:56.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I want to waste my time with you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay! I finally got in.&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://xanga.com/suicidalpoison"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for my xanga site in case Blogger screws up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116660891615966141?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116660891615966141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116660891615966141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-waste-my-time-with-you-d-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116643395401167920</id><published>2006-12-18T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T17:25:54.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Argh, fuck. I hate you bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet so &lt;em&gt;complicated&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet so &lt;em&gt;confusing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destiny&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet so &lt;em&gt;unpredictable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feelings&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet so &lt;em&gt;unexplainable&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet there aren't enough to &lt;em&gt;express&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regrets&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet they never seem to &lt;em&gt;disappear&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet it can be so &lt;em&gt;deafening&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet there is never&lt;em&gt; enough&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadness&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet it lingers &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pain&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet it takes so long to&lt;em&gt; heal&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mistakes&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet they can never be &lt;em&gt;erased&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet so hard to&lt;em&gt; see&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4 &lt;/span&gt;simple letters, yet so &lt;em&gt;unreachable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; simple letters, yet it means &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to ask a question but you didn't 'cause you knew your heart wouldn't be able to handle the answer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116643395401167920?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116643395401167920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116643395401167920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/argh-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116633550167521203</id><published>2006-12-17T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T14:05:01.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/641/1600/329128/Baby_Blues.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4489/641/320/619010/Baby_Blues.png" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, JAIME! I'm online now! Where are you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;People ask me why is it so hard to trust people, &amp;amp; I ask them why is it so hard to keep a promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116633550167521203?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116633550167521203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116633550167521203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha-jaime-im-online-now-where-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116627629355377846</id><published>2006-12-16T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:38:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;you're STILL not online!&lt;br /&gt;when you're supposed to!&lt;br /&gt;wait, let me check before i bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;you are NOT online!&lt;br /&gt;COME ONLINE NOWWWWW):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116627629355377846?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116627629355377846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116627629355377846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-youre-still-not-online-when.html' title=''/><author><name>jaime;;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116618676874116411</id><published>2006-12-15T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T20:46:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'll never forget what you did to me, but I'll never let you know I remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M BACK :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; fun,&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;pretendingfakehappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt; again(:&lt;br /&gt;J8, Shilin Chicken, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sugar Cane Juice&lt;/span&gt;, Bus-Stop, Camwhoring, Shuttle Bus, Club, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bowling&lt;/span&gt;(HAHA), Pool, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Fries&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Swimming&lt;/span&gt;(Nicenice Slide!), &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Suana&lt;/span&gt;, Powder Room, More Pool &amp; Home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tuesdate&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I could go somewhere deserted &amp;amp; scream the pain away,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116618676874116411?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116618676874116411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116618676874116411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-never-forget-what-you-did-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116589484965189854</id><published>2006-12-12T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:40:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like HELLO!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;come online NOW.&lt;br /&gt;why are you NOT online!&lt;br /&gt;you SUPPOSED to be ONLINE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;COME ONLINE NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116589484965189854?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116589484965189854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116589484965189854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/like-hello-come-online-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jaime;;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116575708140511197</id><published>2006-12-10T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:24:41.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Dear SANTA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for christmas is( the list ain't as long as last year's but :D)  :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+  BIG shades :D&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; pigletpigletpiglet&lt;/span&gt; stuffed toy &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;+  a comfy off-shoulder top [&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;(:]&lt;br /&gt;+  hannah montana's soundtrack :D&lt;br /&gt;+  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what I wish for every single day of my life but yet never comes true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt; black&lt;/strong&gt; adidas jacket.&lt;br /&gt;+  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't mind VOUCHERS&lt;/span&gt; : D&lt;br /&gt;+  &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a garaunteed-lose-10kg-in-a-week-diet-plan&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;+  striped black-and-&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;scarf&lt;br /&gt;+  money for shopping spree :DD [ god, I'm so materialistic ]&lt;br /&gt;+  black leather cuffs :D ooh lala&lt;br /&gt;+  &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that heart pendant from Perlini's Silver&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;+  halter top&lt;br /&gt;+  &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my SECRET from tyannechooshawei&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  more twin conversations&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;+  alotalotalotalot of toys for my brother to play with :D&lt;br /&gt;+  books(: like maybe archiecomics. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;+  &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;/black sneakers&lt;br /&gt;+  &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;denim miniskirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know you'll read this Mr Santa :D Please grant some of them? Sorry for being materialistic &amp; I hope I'm not on your list of naughty children this year like I am every other year. I tried to be good :D Thank you Santa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;PAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116575708140511197?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116575708140511197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116575708140511197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-santa-all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116572073647724110</id><published>2006-12-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:18:56.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;When I die, I'll be fine 'cause I know you're always there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boulders&lt;/strong&gt; by New Found Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel locked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;with the weight of the world on my shoulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;crushing on my head are boulders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;made of lies and dust from all of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what of the bonds we've made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that have started to fade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;we can't control the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but right now I'll take what I can get out of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;medicate me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so I fall away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;medicate me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;so I fall away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I feel torn between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;two different sides of an opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;don't know what state I've been in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;don't believe in trust, for only one of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;what of the progress made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;that night we all forgave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;it was a thought out crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;but you should take what you can get out of this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;medicate me again&lt;br /&gt;so I fall away&lt;br /&gt;medicate me now&lt;br /&gt;so I fall away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I never said that I didn't need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;put down your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and wrap them both right around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;both right around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I'll dream of you while I'm asleep at night so nobody will know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SHOPSHOPSHOPPING SOON :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tomorrow in fact! &amp;amp; it's the last training till the 27th tomorrow :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll be back on thursday/friday to go on a date with The Four(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116572073647724110?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116572073647724110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116572073647724110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-i-die-ill-be-fine-cause-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116558063655271397</id><published>2006-12-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:25:13.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Summary of today, 081206.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training, 20 Rounds, Basketball Friendly Match, Showers, Lousy(Best) Aiming of Shampoo Bottle, Pervetic Celine, MOS, Friendship Band, Pictures in Neoprint Booth, Perlini's Silver, Zara(s), More Pictures, Tube-Top&amp;Other Glam Tops, Shilin Chicken, Sweet&amp;amp;Cute&amp;Naughty Brother, Home, TYANNE&amp;amp;DEWI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember in kindergarten, where it would be your first day &amp;amp; you would meet someone new and ten minutes later you'd be playing like best friends? That was 'cause back then, you didn't have to pretend to be anyone but yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's just so unfair. Why does everything I want she has? I don't hate her, seriously. But I don't understand why even the misfortunes I want it ends up happening on her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116558063655271397?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116558063655271397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116558063655271397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/summary-of-today-081206.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116556929389889210</id><published>2006-12-08T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T17:14:53.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HELLO HELLO HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this is dewi at PAT'S house now. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hahaha. tyanne is currently BULLYING her 2 year old brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;TSKTSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he's trying to lift up tyanne's shirt now. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wah, her keyboard's so difficult to type with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;don't want to type already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;OH. he's crying now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he fell down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i think he ran into her sofa. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116556929389889210?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116556929389889210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116556929389889210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-hello-hello-this-is-dewi-at-pats.html' title=''/><author><name>i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989445322346750301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116546541236929807</id><published>2006-12-07T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:23:32.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;061206&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;was a VERYVERYVERY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;special &lt;/span&gt;day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;081206&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;will be a SUPERFUN day 'cause it'll be spent with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TYANNE&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DEWI&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Whoops! I mean, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DILLY DEWI&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TILLY TYANNE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;splashsplash&lt;/span&gt; dewi! hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;TOWEL TYANNE! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ooh la la, I made an alliteration without even thinking&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ms Art Pat&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haha, I bet my post makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116546541236929807?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116546541236929807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116546541236929807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-061206-was-veryveryvery.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116531429143905186</id><published>2006-12-05T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T18:24:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's crazy how you think you actually meant something to someone, &amp; they just turn around and prove you wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy was a Santa Claus at this American school &amp;amp; two incidents he described were unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy, age 5 or 6, went up to him and sat on his lap, telling him toys &amp; stuff he wanted for christmas. After photo taking with 'Santa Claus' a.k.a my daddy, he went to collect the photo &amp;amp; for some unknown reason, he started bawling his lungs out. Big heartrending sobs &amp; so on. My daddy went over to find out what happened, the boy turned his tear-stained face towards him and said &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;I haven't finished telling Santa what I want for Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;'. So my daddy let him sit on his lap while the boy finished telling him what he wanted. It took like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a whole fifteen minutes&lt;/span&gt; for the list to end. Imagine the&lt;strong&gt; tragedy&lt;/strong&gt; that'll happen if the boy went home &amp;amp; realised he forgot to add one more item on that impossibly long list of 'wants' of his. &lt;em&gt;Hilarious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another incident was one where this Indian girl wanted just one thing for christmas. She told 'Santa' to help her be a doctor. 'Why do you want to be a doctor?' &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;Because I want to help my older sister&lt;/span&gt;.' It turned out that her sister, two years older, has some illness(don't ask me what, I'm not the doctor). &lt;em&gt;Touching.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of the worst feelings in the world is having to doubt something that you once thought was unquestionable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116531429143905186?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116531429143905186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116531429143905186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-crazy-how-you-think-you-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116524243605884059</id><published>2006-12-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:32:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 15th Birthday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chewy&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I hope you had fun today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;I mean, how much trouble are kids anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;All we ever do is spread joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, hilarious :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isn't it weird the way that, when you're not talking to your parents, it just hangs over your head like a drizzly gray cloud? Even when you're laughing and having fun with your friends, there's always something in the back of your mind about life that's not quite right. Haha, but I swear I'd never feel this way about my sister a.k.a bitch. She can competely disappear from my life for all I care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh yay! I'm gonna get two weeks of break from training, I think&amp;hope. Haha, there goes my weight-loss plan. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Welcome Back TyanneChooShaWei&lt;/span&gt;! :D Lots of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hothothot&lt;/span&gt; stuff! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of always being second, third or even fourth best to everyone &amp;amp; everything. I'm tired of always being the substitute friend. I'm tired of always taking the initiative to talk to someone or make things up. I'm tired of always pretending I don't care. I'm tired of this &amp; that. Seriously, whatever already. Go away &amp;amp; stop bothering me, I'm too tired to entertain &amp; encourage you anymore. It's only when you need me or when you have no one to tell your fucking boy details to, you talk to me. Find someone else who's just as gullible, as dumb &amp;amp; as trusting as me. Or maybe even more. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;If your life was as fucked up as mine, you wouldn't care either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116524243605884059?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116524243605884059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116524243605884059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-15th-birthday-chewy-d-haha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116515350573758734</id><published>2006-12-03T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:47:21.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm trying really hard not to cry 'cause every tear reminds me that I can't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were about five the really 'in' games to play were hide&amp;seek or catching. 'Tag! You're it!' Haha, those days were fun &amp;amp; best of all, everyone had a 'bestfriend' or maybe more. Secrets galore; Slumber parties &amp; just plain innocent sweet times :D But who ever thought that certain incidents happen during our childhood can really affect us for a lifetime. For example, I remember playing hide&amp;amp;seek with my sister and cousin. Since I was the oldest, I got to be the 'hider' while both of them were the 'seekers'. Being oh-so-smart then(or so I thought), I hid under this super thick blanket, completely forgetting the fact that they could see a HUGE bump(Hello? I was only five or six!). And being brats, instead of pulling the blanket off me, they JUMPED on me &amp; didn't let me come out. Okay, I know they were young &amp;amp; were just playing, but I was seriously suffocating under the blanket. I can still remember the fear I felt. I tried pushing them off me, I was practically kicking and screaming but they just didn't get the point. I was crying so badly I couldn't breathe properly then my mother came running. Luckily she came 'cause I gave up fighting(I mean, how long can a five/six-year old remain screaming &amp; kicking?). I'm never hiding under any blankets in my entire life. Childhood fears.&lt;br /&gt;The day I left it all, my school; my friends; my freedom &amp; my home to go to a totally different country, it was as though I was leaving my childhood behind. My first impression of this entirely new country was, 'Ooh lala, nice&amp;amp;cool airport! (then I stepped into the carpark) Whoa, it's freaking hot&amp;humid!' Okay, maybe not exactly but along those lines anyway. Oh well, I miss the endless fields &amp;amp; bigbig houses. I miss the sunny beach with its vast oceans. I miss the ten minute walk to school every morning. I miss the shopping mall behind my house. I miss the games period in my former school. I miss my best friend &amp;amp; our first 'crush' :D Lalala, I should end now or I'm gonna cry. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Someday I swear I'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116515350573758734?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116515350573758734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116515350573758734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-trying-really-hard-not-to-cry-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116504200778046992</id><published>2006-12-02T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T14:46:47.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Je t'aime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Janice said we're alive 'cause it's to pay back all your sins from your past life &amp; to experience stuff you didn't in your past life. This proves that your past is meant to haunt you forever, even in your next life. It's ironic 'cause people never fail to ask you to &lt;strong&gt;let go&lt;/strong&gt;, let go of all the hurt &amp;amp; pain but if our past memories will always remain with us, letting go won't make much of a difference. And if we're to experience stuff we didn't in our past life, we shouldn't hesitate to make new memories &amp; experiences since it's destined for us to do so. Life is full of risks so take one 'cause you don't know what will happen if you don't :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jaime&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; for her ice skating competition! &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Congratulations&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;Happy confirmation to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THONGS&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;JAMIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, byebye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116504200778046992?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116504200778046992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116504200778046992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/je-taime-haha-janice-said-were-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116495500316793315</id><published>2006-12-01T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:40:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa, it's &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; already. The last month of the year &amp; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; is coming up :D And &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;New Year&lt;/span&gt; too. It's amazing how fast we&lt;em&gt; zoomed&lt;/em&gt; through this year. Alot, &amp;amp; I mean &lt;strong&gt;ALOT&lt;/strong&gt;, of changes were made this year, for the better or worse &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;. Charmaine agrees too, right? Oh well, I've learnt my lesson, or maybe lessons,&lt;em&gt; cruelly &amp; harshly&lt;/em&gt;. Lalala, but I'd learn it all over again to go through this year&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; one more time&lt;/span&gt; to savour all those &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;precious memories&lt;/span&gt; :D Even though this year had more downs than ups, but the memories will last forever! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my sweet fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I doubt I'd ever be good enough though. Haha, random, but I want that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;soft, cuddly piglet&lt;/span&gt; at 'More Than Words'! (:&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to Sec 4 next year is so gonna be scary I swear. Self-awareness camp; Last competitions; Revision, revision &amp; more revision; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O levels&lt;/span&gt;; Grad night &amp; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and of course, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;weet &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ixteen&lt;/span&gt; :D Butbutbut, remember our bet BET? Haha, oh well. I'm dreading next year, as in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. What happened to the&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; first day of school&lt;/span&gt;? The day when we entered nursery/kindergarten for the first time. It seems like yesterday since I first stepped into a school, but yet so far away. Haha, I should stop being so retarded. I think it's 'cause I'm&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; super tired&lt;/span&gt; now &amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 'cause I naturally am retarded. Yeah, like duh. Oh &amp; charmaine chew xin ying, I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a bimbo okay. No one in their right minds would call me one. Only you, haha, lousy! Oh oh, stop &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'stop t-s-king me'&lt;/span&gt; us. Haha, that so did not make sense but heck.&lt;br /&gt;Thongs, Shona, Janice, Tat &amp;amp; I forgot who else, HAHA I knew you all were behind me okay! Lalala, I'm &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;psychic&lt;/span&gt; remember? :D I just didn't want to turn around &amp;amp; shock you people with my psychic powers so I just played along. Still call me lousy, tsk ah. D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm freaking tired now. Lalala, bye world! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;my soft, cuddly piglet&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116495500316793315?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116495500316793315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116495500316793315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/12/whoa-its-december-already.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116489166981161461</id><published>2006-11-30T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:01:09.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't get it. Why do you expect so much from me? Why do you have to set so many standards that I have to meet or be doomed for life? Why can't being me just be good enough for you? WHYWHYWHY? No, don't answer. I don't want to be hurt all over again. If you want it that way, fine. My life can't get any worse, or maybe it can, but whatever. I swore I never would again, &amp; I plan on keep my promise. Please don't make me break it. I beg you to just stop, stop hurting me over and over again. I can take it, but not for much longer. I don't even know why I'm ranting here, this shows I have no friends. Oh yeah, I'm such a loner. I doubt they'd even care. Oh fuck, I'm hopeless. Truly am hopeless. Sometimes, okay maybe all the time, I ask myself what on earth am I living for? And sometimes, okay maybe all the time again, I can't even answer myself truthfully. Sometimes, whatever, it's all the time, I tell myself I'm living for my brother. But who am I kidding? Sure he's cute &amp;amp; I'd do anything for him, even die just to protect him but he's just not what I'm living for. Just him alone can't keep me sane. I'm a good-for-nothing. I'm no use to anyone at all. I'm worthless. I can't do without the whole world but the whole world can do just fine without me, maybe even better. Lalala, I'm such a loser, always have been one. I can't pull my grades up 'cause I just can't be bothered; I keep disappointing people 'cause I'm lousy like anything. I'm a bitch, oh yeah I am. I'm a fucking useless person whom everyone would be glad to be rid of. Okay I'm done. Am I okay? I don't know. Haha, God please stop playing such a cruel joke on me. It ain't funny no more. I'll always be that &lt;em&gt;inferioruglyfatdepressingfake&lt;/em&gt; girl. Lalala, oh shut up pat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116489166981161461?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116489166981161461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116489166981161461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116486943901466132</id><published>2006-11-30T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:56:35.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Remember the first day of school? Teachers being oh-so-nice, your parents assuring you that you'd learn lots of new stuff &amp; make loads of new friends. But no one ever told you that as you grow older, your teachers would become big meanies &amp;amp; your friends would become bitchier. No one ever said that the stuff you learn would rarely be applied to your future life and the stuff that you don't learn is vital. (E.g. Do you ever use algebra to aid you in shopping for new clothes?) No one ever said that being a teenager would be this difficult &amp; one would never be sure whether they'd survive their tennage years. No one ever said that the dreams of being oh-so-popular &amp;amp; pretty, with a great looking boyfriend were just a fantasy, a lovely daydream. If only all those sweet childhood crushes, innocent 'first kisses' &amp; those childish 'I don't friend you!' lasted forever. If only schools taught you how to bear with depresson &amp;amp; heartbreaks, there wouldn't be that many teens committing suicides every hour of the day. If only we could turn back time &amp; change things for the better, maybe all this pain wouldn't have been necessary.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've been alot of things, but never yours; &amp; I didn't want to fall in love, but then &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; came along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Rainy&lt;/span&gt; days are nice :D It makes you want to curl up in a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;warm &amp;amp; cosy&lt;/span&gt; spot on the couch with a great storybook &amp; maybe a cup of&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;. And when you look out of the window, watching the raindrops fall, millions &amp;amp; billions of them, you start to &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;daydream&lt;/span&gt; &amp; think how your life &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;will be&lt;/span&gt;. Rainy days make you reflect on how life can be oh-so-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; or oh-so-&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;terrible&lt;/span&gt;. Walking in the rain is super nice too :D &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just not in slippery slippers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/s&gt; Haha, but yeah. I once read in a book that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;raindrops are angels' tears coming down to wash away our sins.&lt;/span&gt; If it were true, I'd be sin-free by now. Oh well, maybe it's just &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We're a happy family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;With a great big hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&amp;amp; a kiss from me to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Won't you say you love me too?&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116486943901466132?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116486943901466132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116486943901466132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/remember-first-day-of-school-teachers.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116478991888278170</id><published>2006-11-29T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T16:46:19.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Angels &amp; Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dewi&lt;/span&gt; gave me my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squishsquish&lt;/span&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dewi&lt;/span&gt;! how come it's &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;? hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;clarissa is so dumbdumb! HAHAHA(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy beautiful says:&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT KNOW THERE WAS A TRACK AND FIELD COACH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haiyo! lousy like anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It pains me to see you aching in pain that ain't rightfully yours. I might not understand the entire situation &amp;amp; nor do I understand how some people can change&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(or maybe they were being fake all along)&lt;/span&gt; in such a short time. I'm sorry for the times I just couldn't be bothered or felt it'd be easier for me to ignore you &amp; whatever was going on in your life. I thought you had your own group of friends now &amp;amp; I had my own. I thought we could still be friends without being that close &amp; stuff. I thought they were better friends than I could ever be. Now, I know my thinking was wrong though during those times, they brought you much more happiness than I could ever offer. Maybe if I never neglected you &amp;amp; your feelings, this might not have happened. Maybe if I was still as close to you as before, I could've prevented it. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Maybes &amp; Ifs don't help now I know.&lt;/span&gt; But I know no matter what happens, no matter how bad the situation can get, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll always be on your side.&lt;/span&gt; I'll always be supporting you &amp;amp; be here just to listen to your rants. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You'll always be my bestestest friend&lt;/span&gt; :D &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Walks to the farfarfar bus stop; Rantings about looney&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(HAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;Results &amp; whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt; I thank you for the lovely memories you've given me &amp;amp; let's make moremoremore okay? :D And yes, I still care! Let's forget all the sickening drama that has been going on for god knows how long &amp; go wreck havoc around S'pore! Or maybe we should be nice &amp;amp; visit BLSN. She &amp; her &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hothothot&lt;/span&gt; manager. Tsk ah. HAHA :D &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you plentyplenty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Janice Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; if you ever read this. Thank you for yesterday night yes? :D You're oh-so-emo ah! But thank you for cheering me up &amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; making me &lt;u&gt;feel&lt;/u&gt; childish. You'll always be childish so stop trying to pass it to someone else. HAHA(: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lalala&lt;/span&gt;, singapore so will not sink please. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116478991888278170?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116478991888278170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116478991888278170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/angels-making-me-feel-childish.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116468746908447311</id><published>2006-11-28T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T12:17:49.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Maybe&lt;/strong&gt; - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently looking for&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt; groups of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;people to &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;SPONSER&lt;/span&gt; my shopping spree (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;people to come &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WITH&lt;/span&gt; me to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shopshopshop&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt; training tmr ):&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; can't get myself to wake up in the mornings!&lt;br /&gt;unless I have &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; determination and motivation.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'm receiving &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;squishsquish&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DEWI&lt;/span&gt; tmr! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mustmustmust&lt;/span&gt; wake up &amp;amp; get my fat ass to school.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; seeds belong anywhere but my tummy ):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And someday I promise I'd be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116468746908447311?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116468746908447311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116468746908447311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/maybe-secondhand-serenade-im-currently.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116460154432643459</id><published>2006-11-27T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:25:44.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You've got to learn to lie to make everyone happy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp; you're going to have to cry to make it on your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Sometimes I wish I was pretty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;it'd make things so much easier to bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Being ugly gets you nowhere. Like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;No one cares 'cause you're ugly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;and you're not like your friends who are all oh-so-pretty &amp; glam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Beautiful disaster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Try being an ugly disaster that no one bothers about for a day then we'll talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;For a very long time, I wish I was thin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I hate being the fattest and heaviest among my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Do you have any idea how inferior I feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;It's always me that can't be compared to others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;never the other way round. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;You hate me 'cause I'm fat &amp;amp; ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I hate myself more than you can imagine 'cause I live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Every single day of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Being inferior is my forte, so is being fat and ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Being pretty and thin would be a miracle that would never happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116460154432643459?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116460154432643459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116460154432643459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/youve-got-to-learn-to-lie-to-make.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116454315951392783</id><published>2006-11-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T11:21:44.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Your subtleties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They strangle me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't explain myself at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And all the wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And all the needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All I don't want to need at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My mind's unweaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A falling star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lest I fall alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't explain what you can't explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're finding things that you didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I look at you with such disdain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The walls start breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My mind's unweaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Maybe it's best you leave me alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A weight is lifted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;On this evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I give the final blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now I'm on my own side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's better than being on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's my fault when you're blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's better that I see it through your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All these thoughts locked inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now you're the first to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When darkness turns to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Just a little insight won't make this right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's too late to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Insight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When darkness turns to light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It ends tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Ends Tonight&lt;/strong&gt; by The All-American Rejects&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116454315951392783?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116454315951392783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116454315951392783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-subtleties-they-strangle-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116451419296448033</id><published>2006-11-26T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:19:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I live my life in the shadows of the things I try to hide.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yunhui, Winy, Xinying, Dawn, Jiarong, Jason, Javin, Hongray, Bojie, Yiping, Mr Wong and his girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. From &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marina South&lt;/span&gt; we moved to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esplanade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to feel the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;cool sea breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;' &lt;/span&gt;and look at the &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stars&lt;/span&gt; shining ever so brightly in the nightsky&lt;/u&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Played Concentration, Passing the message around &amp; Truth or Dare. &lt;em&gt;Ooh lala;&lt;/em&gt; though there seemed to be something &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt; in this gathering, it was still &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;funfunfun&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Taptap, 'Eh, don't slack ah!'"&lt;/span&gt; Ohmy, the dares the four guys make up are&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; retardedly ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; but as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; as ever, if not &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funnier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groupshot and Winy's 'official' farewell from all of us. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Winy, we'll miss you as well and pleasepleaseplease keep in touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunhui, I think it was just &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;ben&amp;amp;jerry's&lt;/span&gt; luh. Haha, tsk ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maybe she just feels like she's never good enough. Not a good enough friend, not a good enough girl, not a good enough sister, daughter, student, athlete.And maybe she's just sick of trying. Maybe she's sick of crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sometimes it's easier for me to pretend rather than face my feelings. Sometimes it's easier to try to make it alone rather than risk getting hurt again. Sometimes it's easier to be numb towards certain people so as to not let them get too close. Sometimes I'm scared, but when I act numb towards you, it doesnt mean I dont care. It means I care too much. Maybe if I were prettier, things would be so much easier. Sure, I might still be a disaster. But at least I would be a beautiful disaster, and not just an ugly one that no cares about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116451419296448033?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116451419296448033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116451419296448033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-live-my-life-in-shadows-of-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116442273533017729</id><published>2006-11-25T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:47:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="box" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 3px solid; LEFT: 20px; BORDER-LEFT: black 3px solid; WIDTH: 365px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 3px solid; BACKGROUND-: leftcolor:white;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear Chloe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anymore. I know it's easier said than done. No matter how &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;lonely &amp;amp; depressed&lt;/span&gt; you feel, never forget that&lt;em&gt; I'm always here for you&lt;/em&gt; :D Only 8 numbers, a click on that &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green phone&lt;/span&gt; button and the ringing asking me to pick up. Even though you and Bonnie say I'm too &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt;(I'm the&lt;strong&gt; oldest&lt;/strong&gt; among us okay!) and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;innocent&lt;/span&gt;(haha, I agree with this :D) to know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;such stuff&lt;/span&gt;(what stuff?) but I can assure you I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mature for my age. Haha, really really! And I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PSYCHIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too! Oh Chloe ah, you should stop trying to deny that one of your friends(&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt;) is really &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;psychic&lt;/span&gt; :D Thank you for answering my question yesterday just 'cause I'm one of your &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;goodgoodgood &lt;/span&gt;friends. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you Chloe! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; I bet I'm a better listener than &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BonnieLimSuNi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 'cause she's so naggy right? She's so gonna kill me now ): &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHA:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116442273533017729?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116442273533017729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116442273533017729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-chloe-please-dont-be-sad-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116436108097761855</id><published>2006-11-24T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:25:08.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;If you lied and told me you loved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I would &lt;u&gt;believe&lt;/u&gt; you with all of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;'Cause I want it so &lt;b&gt;badly&lt;/b&gt; to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I think &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/span&gt; sucks. As in, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning till the end, I still didn't get the point of the movie. And it's not 'cause I'm dumb, maybe I am, BUT I can understand movies perfectly well except this one. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Bang Bang Bang, Card Gambling, Almost-Impossible Death Defying Stunts &amp;amp; Sexual Activites.&lt;/span&gt; Oh and of course, &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MONEY&lt;/span&gt;. So? The ending was stupid and the cast weren't that hot either. In all, disappointing. And the company I had wasn't that great with the exception of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jaime&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;However, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Step Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is definitely worth watching. Though I wouldn't consider the lead actor and actress as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hothothot&lt;/span&gt; people, but it's &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;damn nice&lt;/span&gt;. So I guess the good comes with the bad :D&lt;br /&gt;Doralyn, so much for &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;high jumpers outing&lt;/span&gt; yeah? Haha, at least half of them turned up(:&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I still can't believe I actually left my shoebag behind! So much for lecturing you for forgetting your wallet. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I think I'm in love, with everything we could be, not everything we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;EDIT:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem, while walking around Cineleisure with &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DoralynChanHuiMin&lt;/span&gt; today, we(okay, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;) saw this &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;piglet&lt;/span&gt; stuffed toy! It's&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cute and cuddly&lt;/span&gt;! And, it's only $12.90 :D&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm trying to &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;force&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anyone to buy it for me, but I'd definitely &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;encourage&lt;/span&gt; you to do so(: I mean, come on. It's almost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a season for giving&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; presents&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not trying to hint anything. Hahaha, damn it, I can't lie for nuts. ):&lt;br /&gt;Yes Tat, I'll lose &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1-2kg&lt;/span&gt; per week(: Go &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;determination&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pigletpigletpiglet &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116436108097761855?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116436108097761855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116436108097761855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-you-lied-and-told-me-you-loved-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116427300389403725</id><published>2006-11-23T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:10:38.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dear You,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I swear I'll never let anyone bully you again. I'm sorry when I couldn't do anything but look on silently while she did her best to make you scream &amp; cry, in all, making your life miserable. I hate her, like you do, but I hate myself more for not being able to do anything. I was useless, all I could do was comfort you while you cried. Maybe this makes me just as bad as her, but I swear I'd never hurt you intentionally. You're the only person that makes life worthwhile. Without you, I don't know what I'd do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116427300389403725?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116427300389403725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116427300389403725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-youi-swear-ill-never-let-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116426093216575586</id><published>2006-11-23T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:04:51.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what I really really want for &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. a SPONSERED shopping spree! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. a giant-sized stuffed toy(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. that heart-shaped pendant at perlini's silver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. more more kodak photos with The Four : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. lalalala(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll post the rest another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DORALYNCHANHUIMIN(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i want/need JELLYBEANS ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we won't talk &lt;s&gt;about problems&lt;/s&gt; anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116426093216575586?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116426093216575586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116426093216575586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-i-really-really-want-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116403276788448016</id><published>2006-11-20T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T22:26:08.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to say I'm sorry,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry for never being good enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy happy happy happy(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh fuck, who the hell am I kidding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't stand living through each day, wondering which of it would be the end of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't stand looking at your face, into your eyes, anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't stand being so tired when the day's barely started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't stand everything anymore, I don't want to try either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then again, shut up pat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116403276788448016?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116403276788448016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116403276788448016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-want-to-say-im-sorrysorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116391616399905915</id><published>2006-11-19T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T14:02:44.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/patdewi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="225" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/patdewi.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;once upon a time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't want!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;royal order(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;god knows why I'm so random today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were strangers starting out on a journey,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now look where we are now(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll love you, always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116391616399905915?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116391616399905915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116391616399905915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/once-upon-time-i-dont-wantroyal.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116385498690632683</id><published>2006-11-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:03:06.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Around the corner I have   a friend,&lt;br /&gt; In this great city   that has no end,&lt;br /&gt; Yet the days go by&lt;br /&gt; and weeks rush on,&lt;br /&gt; And before I know&lt;br /&gt; it, a year is gone.&lt;br /&gt; And I never see my&lt;br /&gt; old friends face,&lt;br /&gt; For life is a swift&lt;br /&gt; and terrible race, &lt;br /&gt; He knows I like him&lt;br /&gt; just as well, &lt;br /&gt; As in the days when&lt;br /&gt; I rang his bell. &lt;br /&gt; And he rang mine if,&lt;br /&gt; we were younger then, &lt;br /&gt; And now we are busy, &lt;br /&gt; tired men.  &lt;br /&gt;Tired of playing a&lt;br /&gt; foolish game,&lt;br /&gt; Tired of trying to &lt;br /&gt; make a name.&lt;br /&gt; "Tomorrow" I say! "I   will call on Jim"&lt;br /&gt; "Just to show that   I'm thinking of him." &lt;br /&gt; But tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt; and tomorrow goes,&lt;br /&gt; And distance between &lt;br /&gt; us grows and grows.&lt;br /&gt; Around the corner!&lt;br /&gt; yet miles away, &lt;br /&gt; "Here's a telegram &lt;br /&gt; sir" "Jim died today."&lt;br /&gt; And that's what we&lt;br /&gt; get and deserve in the   end.&lt;br /&gt; Around the corner, a&lt;br /&gt; vanished friend. &lt;br /&gt; Remember to always say what you mean.&lt;br /&gt; If you love or like&lt;br /&gt; someone, tell them.&lt;br /&gt; Don't be afraid to express yourself. Reach out and&lt;br /&gt; tell someone what they mean to you. Because when&lt;br /&gt; you decide that it   is the right time it might be too late.&lt;br /&gt; Seize the day. Never have regrets. And most&lt;br /&gt; importantly, stay&lt;br /&gt; close to your friends and family, for they have&lt;br /&gt; helped make you&lt;br /&gt; the person that you are today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116385498690632683?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116385498690632683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116385498690632683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/around-corner-i-have-friend-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jaime;;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116377296848499518</id><published>2006-11-17T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:16:08.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BARNEY IS A DINOSAUR FROM OUR IMAGINATION AND WHEN HE COMES HE'S WHAT WE CALL A DINOSAUR SENSATION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU LOVE ME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WE'RE A HAPPY FAMILY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WITH A GREAT BIG HUG,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND A KISS FROM ME TO YOU,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WON'T YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME TOO?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i love you(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116377296848499518?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116377296848499518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116377296848499518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/barney-is-dinosaur-from-our.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116376223688020299</id><published>2006-11-17T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T19:17:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The worst way to be is &lt;b&gt;afraid&lt;/b&gt;; afraid that you will never get through this, afraid that you will never love someone else, afraid that someday you will really kill yourself, afraid that you will never be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I seriously wonder who would be at my funeral, if I really decide to take my life. My parents don't exactly care about me, and most of the time my friends just pretend to like me. Would I be all alone and dead? Yeah, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why people ask &lt;em&gt;'are you okay?'&lt;/em&gt; when they don't really mean it. &lt;em&gt;'Yes'&lt;/em&gt; is an easy way out but it gets tiring after awhile. In my mind, my answer would be &lt;em&gt;'Actually, no, I am not okay. I need to you to give me a hug. I need to be told that I am worth something.'&lt;/em&gt; but I'd never dare to. It is also easier to say that you are okay, 'cause the reasons for not being okay; let's just say that there are quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My life is just one huge nightmare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116376223688020299?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116376223688020299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116376223688020299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/worst-way-to-be-is-afraid-afraid-that.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116366964210542209</id><published>2006-11-16T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T17:34:02.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As soon as you're happy, there's always gonna be that one person to screw everything up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason but the hard part is trying to figure out what the reason is. So don't be dumb and think what you're doing is for a reason but in actual fact, you have no fucking idea what that reason is. Don't use it as an excuse either, it doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I hate you so. I swear my aunt's a psycho. Can't you tell we don't need you here? My brother's only two and a half, for god's sake! How could you threaten him like that? &lt;s&gt;fuckfuckfuck.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sit there in the dark, and think about my life. I think back to my past and piece everything together, sort of like solving a mystery. I just want to know how everything got so messed up. I wonder if you think about me from time to time, wishing that maybe you could go back and change things. Knowing how I felt about you, do you even care?&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I tell myself it is okay, I know that in the back of my mind, any moment now, something is going to ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will hurt a little less,&lt;br /&gt;If I just pretend everything is okay.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will completely disappear,&lt;br /&gt;If I just laugh a little louder.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will want to live again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/Xemo_tearXicons/faec078990123/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/Xbeautiful_mistake_iconsX/0dcc481422755/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo.xanga.com/Xbeautiful_mistake_iconsX/539d077802268/photo.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I just struggle through one more day.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my pretended happiness will become real,&lt;br /&gt;If I just believe that I will be okay with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;haunting memories,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116366964210542209?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116366964210542209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116366964210542209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/as-soon-as-youre-happy-theres-always.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116359772047210814</id><published>2006-11-15T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:35:20.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when something good happens, something bad will follow closely behind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh dear, &lt;/div&gt;yesterday I was really thinking of _ _ _ _ _ _ _.&lt;br /&gt;sigh,&lt;br /&gt;shut up me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought that when you get proposed to by the one you love, who's the friend you'd call and tell?&lt;br /&gt;If you were to move away, who's the friend that will always call you?&lt;br /&gt;If you had a dance to go to and didn't have a date, who's the friend that you will call and see if they want to go with you?&lt;br /&gt;If you ever get bored at night, who's the friend you'd talk to?&lt;br /&gt;And when you die, among all the friends you have, who'll be at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; please give me your address so I can send you a x'mas card(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116359772047210814?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116359772047210814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116359772047210814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-something-good-happens-something.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116351741111987341</id><published>2006-11-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:22:30.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;PAT&lt;/u&gt;tricia's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt;list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Jaime Seah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's for patricia.&lt;br /&gt;AWWW.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i miss US for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;this is bad):&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116351741111987341?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116351741111987341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116351741111987341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/pattricias-christmas-wantlist.html' title=''/><author><name>jaime;;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116351305039771879</id><published>2006-11-14T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:04:10.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how much those words stung, how much those words hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;emo, depressed thoughts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, pat. stop kidding yourself. you knew that it could never happen right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of a sudden I understand why people commit suicide. They feel the same kind of pain and blackness I'm feeling, and they have to rip it out because they can't stand it any longer. If that means they have to kill themselves, who cares? The pain is unbearable, and they have to get rid of it any way they can. It isn't one of those things I want to understand, but I don't have a choice. What's weird about it is that there is something comforting about knowing I can commit suicide. If everything becomes too hopeless, I have a way out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old post of mine, and I'm so feeling that now again.&lt;br /&gt;argh, why am I so useless, dumb, fat, ugly, everything but just not good enough?&lt;br /&gt;I hate you pat, I know I do.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't remember since when,&lt;br /&gt;the days full of joy and laughter were maybe just a fantasy, a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Now, everything is just a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;And, worst of all, I bet it's my own fault, my own fate, my own destiny, my own doing.&lt;br /&gt;I bet no one is even bothering, maybe you just can't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'm used to being alone, used to having to keep everything bottled up.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll explode and cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that day will come soon, tomorrow or maybe even today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116351305039771879?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116351305039771879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116351305039771879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-yeah-you-have-no-idea-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116331524996733442</id><published>2006-11-12T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:07:29.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PAT'S CHRISTMAS WISHLIST, (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;BETINASOH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWE (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, how cute!&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116331524996733442?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116331524996733442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116331524996733442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/pats-christmas-wishlist-1.html' title=''/><author><name>bet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506484132258107530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116330746654092241</id><published>2006-11-12T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:57:46.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;leeleelee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and whoa, tuition was cancelled! : DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want the song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;love you lately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by daniel powter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyone? pretty please(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with a cherry on top, haha yes tricia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I shall change my blogskin today, I don't like clicking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'll never be good enough for anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116330746654092241?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116330746654092241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116330746654092241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-janice-leeleelee-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116323906196805196</id><published>2006-11-11T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T18:01:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I just want someone to look forward to seeing me every day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey dad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;look at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Think back and talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Did I grow up according to plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And do you think I'm wasting my time doing things I wanna do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But it hurts when you disapprove all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And now I try hard to make it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just want to make you proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm never gonna be good enough for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't pretend that I'm alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and you can't change me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause we lost it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now it's just too late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And we can't go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I try not to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;about the pain I feel inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Did you know you used to be my hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;All the days you spent with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now seem so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And it feels like you don't care anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And now I try hard to make it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I just want to make you proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm never gonna be good enough for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't stand another fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And nothing's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause we lost it all,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just too late,&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing's gonna change the things that you said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing's gonna make this right again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Please don't turn your back up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't believe it's hard just to talk to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But you don't understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause we lost it all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Nothing lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now it's just too late,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And we can't go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can't be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause we lost it all,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just too late,&lt;br /&gt;And we can't go back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I can't be perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perfect&lt;/strong&gt; by Simple Plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116323906196805196?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116323906196805196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116323906196805196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-want-someone-to-look-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116315986912407887</id><published>2006-11-10T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:58:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried not to do anything. I just prayed, hoped that someone could save me from myself. But now I realised, it will better without me. So shed your tears now and act like you cared then go back to your normal life. I really can't take this any longer.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No beauty ever could have come from me, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a waste of breath, space and time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know why you're lying but I know myself well enough to know that I'll never be good enough for anyone or anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry. I don't know what to do now. I shouldn't have told you. I really shouldn't have. Now, when I look into your eyes, all I see is distaste and disgust.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116315986912407887?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116315986912407887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116315986912407887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-tried-not-to-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116287307146249197</id><published>2006-11-07T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:17:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Aura is Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourauraquiz/blue.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Spiritual and calm, you tend to live a quiet but enriching life.You are very giving of yourself. And it's hard for you to let go of relationships.&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of your life: showing love to other people&lt;br /&gt;Famous blues include: Angelina Jolie, the Dali Lama, Oprah&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try: Psychic, Peace Corps Volunteer, Counselor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Is Your Aura?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE?&lt;br /&gt;Careers for you to try:&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PSYCHIC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so on.&lt;br /&gt;i KNEW it was fated for me to be a psychic(:&lt;br /&gt;but too bad, i'm gonna be an air stewardess then a TAITAI,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I can be a taitai and a psychic : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116287307146249197?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116287307146249197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116287307146249197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-aura-is-bluespiritual-and-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116282245573735129</id><published>2006-11-06T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:15:32.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;They love who I pretend to be.&lt;br /&gt;But, how do you love something that isn't real?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;All of a sudden I understood why people commit suicide. They felt the same kind of pain and blackness I was feeling, and they had to rip it out because they couldn't stand it any longer. If that meant they had to kill themselves, who cared? The pain was unbearable, and they had to get rid of it any way they could.It wasn't one of those things I wanted to understand, but I didn't have a choice. What was weird about it was that there was something comforting about knowing I could commit suicide.If everything became too hopeless, I had a way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I refuse to shed my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116282245573735129?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116282245573735129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116282245573735129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-love-who-i-pretend-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116263819150711832</id><published>2006-11-04T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:03:11.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;10 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;/span&gt; [ &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;plus 5 untruths, they made me lie : (&lt;/span&gt; ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I like receiving letters, the ones that are sent through post(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll grow up to be an air-stewardess and a taitai with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BET&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I can get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;idiculously, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;etardedly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;andom &lt;b&gt;at times&lt;/b&gt; : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;psychic - ness&lt;/span&gt; works only up to a certain time &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1015(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm TALL(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm disgustingly F - A - T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm afraid of heights ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I smile 'cause I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I like reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm 167cm : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't like 307 ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13 &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I used to be a SUPERMODEL. whoa! : DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've got POWERFUL memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; I was borned in &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;AUSTRALIA(:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hurting makes you think you're alone, that you need to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116263819150711832?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116263819150711832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116263819150711832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/10-random-facts-about-me-plus-5.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116257263464067151</id><published>2006-11-04T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T00:50:34.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PAT,&lt;br /&gt;yes, we're gna AIR STEWARDESS ~ TAI TAIs (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, i cant wait to have high tea with yer,&lt;br /&gt;in 10 years time, or maybe EARLIER (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: DDDD&lt;br /&gt;pat,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YER!&lt;br /&gt;dont emo too much.&lt;br /&gt;its bad for health &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116257263464067151?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116257263464067151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116257263464067151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-pat-yes-were-gna-air-stewardess.html' title=''/><author><name>bet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506484132258107530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116256104369934332</id><published>2006-11-03T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T21:37:23.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HAHA. saw your blog jaime(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) HOW OLD DO YOU WISH YOU WERE? dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) WHERE WERE YOU WHEN 911 HAPPENED? Can't remember but I wouldn't mind being one of the victims.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN VENDING MACHINES STEAL YOUR MONEY? just my luck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) DO YOU COUNT YOURSELF KIND? i don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) IF YOU HAD TO GET A TATTOO, WHERE WOULD IT BE? I'd never get one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) IF YOU COULD BE FLUENT IN ANY OTHER LANGUAGE, WHAT WOULD IT BE? English and maybe Jap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) DO YOU KNOW YOUR NEIGHBOURS? yeap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) WHAT DO YOU CONSIDER A VACATION? anywhere away from where I am now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) DO YOU FOLLOW YOUR HOROSCOPE? nope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10) WOULD YOU MOVE FOR THE PERSON YOU LOVE? yeap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11) ARE YOU TOUCHY FEELY? hmmm?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12) DO YOU BELIEVE THAT OPPOSITES ATTRACT? I don't know(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13) DREAM JOB? An air stewardess then become a TAI TAI(: [BET! together okay?: D]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14) FAVOURITE CHANNELS? I haven't been watching tv for a VERY long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15) FAVOURITE PLACE TO GO ON WEEKENDS? depends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16) SHOWERS OR BATHS? nice long baths.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17) DO YOU PAINT YOUR NAILS? when i'm bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18) DO YOU TRUST PEOPLE EASILY? yes! that's my biggest problem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19) WHAT ARE YOUR PHOBIAS? heights and the dark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20) DO YOU WANT KIDS? i'm scared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21) DO YOU KEEP A HANDWRITTEN JOURNAL? shut up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22)WHERE WOULD YOU RATHER BE RIGHT NOW? in a coffin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23) WHO MAKES YOU FEEL ALL WARM AND FUZZY? what sort of feeling is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24) HEAVY OR LIGHT SLEEPER? i don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25) ARE YOU PARANOID? yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;26) ARE YOU IMPATIENT? yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;27) WHO CAN YOU RELATE TO? no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28) HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT INTERACTIAL COUPLES? i dont know, cause i dont know the meaning of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29) HAVE YOU BEEN BURNED BY LOVE? never been in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30) WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE PICK UP LINE? don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;31) WHAT'S YOUR MAIN RINGTONE ON YOUR PHONE? MY PHONE'S FOREVER ON SILENT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32) WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT? thinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33) WHAT DID THE LAST TEXT ON YOUR CELLPHONE SAY? Oh wells then too bad for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34) WHOSE BED DID YOU SLEEP ON LAST NIGHT? MINE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35) WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? white.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;36) MOST RECENT MOVIE YOU WATCHED? death note(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;37) NAME THREE THINGS YOU HAVE ON YOU AT ALL TIMES. wallet, phone and clothes/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38) WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR BED SHEETS? do you want me to check now? i'm friggin lazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;39) HOW MUCH CASH DO YOU HAVE ON YOU NOW? are you nuts. i'm BANKRRUPT thankyou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40) WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE PART OF THE CHICKEN? dieting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41) WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE TOWN/CITY? australia/sydney.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;42) I CAN'T WAIT TILL.....? i don't know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43) WHAT DID YOU HAVE FOR DINNER LAST NIGHT? nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44) DO YOU OWN A GUN? yeah I wish. then i'd be gone by now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;45) WHAT DO YOU PREFER TO DRINK IN THE MORNING? milo. tyanne! : D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;46) WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'LL BE IN 10 YEARS TIME? at HIGH TEA with bet(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47) LAST THING YOU ATE? errr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48) WHAT SONGS DO YOU SING IN THE TOILET? i dont sing in the toilet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;49) LAST THING THAT MADE YOU LAUGH? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;50) WORST INJURY YOU'VE EVER HAD? define injury. I've got loads of cuts, knees, arms and what nots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;51) DOES SOMEONE HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU? like anyone would ever like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;52) WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE CANDY? mars bars?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;53) WHAT SONG DO YOU WANT PLAYED AT YOUR FUNERAL? would anyone even bother?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;54) FOUR RANDOM PEOPLE TO DO THIS: anyone who's bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything I believed in has lied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116256104369934332?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116256104369934332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116256104369934332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116247322531758081</id><published>2006-11-02T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:13:45.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/pg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/pg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/CIMG0156-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/CIMG0156-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.O.V.E &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why didn't I deny everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I knew it was hopeless yet I went on with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pat, you should learn to &lt;b&gt;shut up&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116247322531758081?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116247322531758081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116247322531758081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/sweet-l.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116245786038449968</id><published>2006-11-02T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:58:26.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I try but I can't seem to get myself think of anything but you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since I'm bored,&lt;br /&gt;I shall do this quiz from &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dewi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN THE PAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 .&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cried :&lt;/strong&gt; yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Worn jeans :&lt;/b&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Met someone :&lt;/b&gt; duh, since I went to school today ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 . Done laundry :&lt;/b&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 . Went hungry :&lt;/strong&gt; I need to diet(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 . Talked on the phone :&lt;/strong&gt; nope. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 . Said I love you :&lt;/strong&gt; err, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 . Do you believe in yourself :&lt;/strong&gt; obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 . Your friends :&lt;/strong&gt; huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1o . Tooth fairy :&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 . Destiny / Fate :&lt;/strong&gt; yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 . Ghosts:&lt;/strong&gt; yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 . UFO :&lt;/strong&gt; nope : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FRIENDS AND LIFE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Do you ever wished you had another name: &lt;/strong&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 . Do you like anyone:&lt;/strong&gt; obviously! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 . Which one of your friends acts most like you:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm UNIQUE not &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/u&gt; like dewi! haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 . When you cried the most who was there:&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 . What's the best feeling in the world:&lt;/strong&gt; definitely NOT what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 . What's the worst feeling in the world:&lt;/strong&gt; definitely what I AM feeling now. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 . What time is it now:&lt;/strong&gt; 4.33pm : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 . Chocolate or vanilla :&lt;/strong&gt; vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 . Coke or pepsi :&lt;/strong&gt; coke I guess, though it decreases stamina. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 . Love or Lust :&lt;/strong&gt; Love. lousy dewi doesn't know what lust is! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOUR PICK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 . Macs or KFC :&lt;/strong&gt; Macs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 . Single or group dates :&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, depends(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 . Adidas or nike :&lt;/strong&gt; Adidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 . Lipton Tea or Nestea :&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Cappucino or coffee :&lt;/strong&gt; Coffee, though it doesn't help in keeping me awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 . Smoke:&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Curse :&lt;/strong&gt; nope. HAHA, yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31 . Take a shower :&lt;/strong&gt; yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32 . Have a crush :&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33 . Think you've been in love :&lt;/strong&gt; ahem, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34 . Like school :&lt;/strong&gt; yeap, but not the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35 . Want to get married :&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36 . Think you're a health freak :&lt;/strong&gt; NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37 . Drank alcohol :&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38 . Gone to the mall :&lt;/strong&gt; yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39 . Been on stage :&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40 . Eaten sushi :&lt;/strong&gt; obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41 . Been dumped :&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42 . Gone skating :&lt;/strong&gt; yeap and ice-skating too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43 . Dyed your hair :&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44 . CHANGE who you want to be? :&lt;/strong&gt; yeap I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45 . I LOVE :&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46 . I FEEL :&lt;/strong&gt; terrible &amp;amp; sleepy : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47 . I HIDE :&lt;/strong&gt; somewhere that I'm not telling(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48 . I MISS :&lt;/strong&gt; sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49 . I NEED :&lt;/strong&gt; money! $$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50.Seven people you would like them to do :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JAIME&lt;/span&gt; and whoever wants to do it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, Dewi, I edited it! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116245786038449968?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116245786038449968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116245786038449968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-try-but-i-cant-seem-to-get-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116238582646875149</id><published>2006-11-01T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:57:06.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dewi made up MOST of that previous post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SENTOSA OUTING WITH 3/2(:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[but the least, haha don't kill me please], &lt;/span&gt;I would like to thank&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;charmaine chew xin ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for helping me clean up that &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;up&lt;/span&gt; : D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. I think she must be the most &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;considerate&lt;/span&gt; singaporean ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;"What if the ants come?"&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;sentosa was FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;tantantan,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;swimswimswim&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eateateat&lt;/span&gt; : D&lt;br /&gt;ooh la la; class outing every tuesday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;training today was a killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;my legs somehow couldn't support me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;oh well, I'm a lousy tracker what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;JAIME &amp; BET! tsk ah, make me malu myself ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;school till 15 nov,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;how am I gonna survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116238582646875149?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116238582646875149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116238582646875149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/11/dewi-made-up-most-of-that-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116229466819184363</id><published>2006-10-31T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:37:48.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.PATRICIA ! We're all addicted to something that takes pain away; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.PATRICIA ! We're all addicted to something that takes pain away; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I AM OFFICIALLY RETARDED (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.PATRICIA ! We're all addicted to something that takes pain away; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.PATRICIA ! We're all addicted to something that takes pain away; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dewi. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dewi. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YOU TOO YOU TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dewi. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you too RETARDED persin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dewi. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.PATRICIA ! We're all addicted to something that takes pain away; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;persin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.PATRICIA ! We're all addicted to something that takes pain away; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.PATRICIA ! We're all addicted to something that takes pain away; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.PATRICIA ! We're all addicted to something that takes pain away; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PER SIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.PATRICIA ! We're all addicted to something that takes pain away; says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALAALLAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;awww. patricia in her non-emo times. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116229466819184363?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116229466819184363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116229466819184363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989445322346750301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116221602340317280</id><published>2006-10-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:47:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all typed out in deep hatred. ):&lt;br /&gt;this is not good for me,&lt;br /&gt;and instead of losing 7kg, it shall be 8kg since I'm such a terrible person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116221602340317280?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116221602340317280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116221602340317280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-you-i-hate-you-i-hate-you-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116212117849993061</id><published>2006-10-29T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:26:18.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I apologise if I'm offending you, but the person who created this quiz, his/her english is &lt;u&gt;terrible&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I spent so long editing it. tsk ah ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]You usually wear dark coloured shirts&lt;br /&gt;[x]You always think that it is better to leave this world&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You don't care about your physical appearance&lt;br /&gt;[x]You always cry&lt;br /&gt;[x]You don't have any inspirations&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You don't have time to make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You usually talk with God&lt;br /&gt;[x]You always read your horoscope in your space&lt;br /&gt;[x]You get low grades this past few days&lt;br /&gt;[ ]The color of your space is black or emo&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]You always think that you're a fool&lt;br /&gt;[x]You used to listen to senti songs&lt;br /&gt;[x]It is better for you to be alone than to be with someone&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You think that guys are two-timers&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You love taz mania&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You don't care about sports&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]You always think that no one loves and cares about you&lt;br /&gt;[x]You sometimes think that you don't want to love anymore&lt;br /&gt;[x]You tried to commit suicide&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You don't care about showbiz&lt;br /&gt;[x]Sometimes, you realize that you are talking to yourself&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]When you're taking a picture with yourself,you notice that you're not smiling&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have many problems to solve&lt;br /&gt;[x]You hate yourself alot. &lt;strong&gt;ALOT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You hate people around you &lt;strong&gt;do my family members count?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Sometimes, you blame yourself even though it's not your fault&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You think that rockerz are cool&lt;br /&gt;[x]You've imagined yourself in hell&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You used to watch horror movies rather than comedy movies&lt;br /&gt;[x]You cry when you see that your parents are arguing&lt;br /&gt;[x]You want to be in a dark place rather than a lighted place&lt;strong&gt; though i'm afraid of the dark.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]You like to surf on the internet rather than talk to your brothers/sisters &lt;strong&gt;duh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You are willing to sacrifice yourself even for your mortal enemy&lt;br /&gt;[x]You are willing to sacrifice yourself for the world or for someone you love&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add all the totals then multiply by 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm 60% emotional.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it. Now I regret taking the quiz, the english made me so frustrated though my english isn't that good but still.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, chinese Os tmr. Just let me stay awake throughout the whole exam and I'll be happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm too lazy to put any colour in and I don't see the point for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116212117849993061?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116212117849993061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116212117849993061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-apologise-if-im-offending-you-but.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116203979028567016</id><published>2006-10-28T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:49:50.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;everything's just so fucked up,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;need I say anymore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. what happened to all my non - emo days?&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard not to be emo.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I am, I tell myself, 'Shut up, pat!'&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop thinking too much. Okay, that shall be my &lt;u&gt;third&lt;/u&gt; goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my three goals for the december holidays:&lt;br /&gt;1. lose at least 7kg.&lt;br /&gt;2. study/revise.&lt;br /&gt;3. stop thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dull, black thoughts. oh, how contradicting ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116203979028567016?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116203979028567016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116203979028567016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/everythings-just-so-fucked-up-need-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116203267437501253</id><published>2006-10-28T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T18:51:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY MY TALLER ONE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if computers were made to be like human minds, where are our restart buttons?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116203267437501253?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116203267437501253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116203267437501253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-15th-birthday-my-taller-one-if_28.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116200450029808938</id><published>2006-10-28T10:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T11:01:40.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You told me that you'd be happy if I told you my problems;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You said no matter what, your impression of me will never change for the worse;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You would try to help me relieve my stress and what nots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look where we are now, where &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just don't understand, where did I go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry for ever confiding in you, making you feel as though you couldn't do anything to help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry for ever making you angry or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I'm not sorry for being your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;studying for chinese Os later(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;insecurity, please go away. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116200450029808938?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116200450029808938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116200450029808938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-told-me-that-youd-be-happy-if-i_28.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116192288968279790</id><published>2006-10-27T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:21:29.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PAT,&lt;br /&gt;THE LOUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;th one who woke up late for training today!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY, tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3bet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116192288968279790?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116192288968279790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116192288968279790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-pat-lousy.html' title=''/><author><name>bet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506484132258107530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116194343074380954</id><published>2006-10-27T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:03:50.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;No more hanging out 'cause we're on a different track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You better say it right now 'cause you don't have another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;'Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June I didn't know much of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But it came too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And then we got real blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Stayed at home talking on the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We'd get so excited and we'd get so scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Laughing at ourselves thinking life's not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And this is how it feels  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As we go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;All the times we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And as our lives change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Come Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We will still be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Friends Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So if we get the big jobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And we make the big money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;When we look back now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Will our jokes still be funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As we go on&lt;br /&gt;We remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we&lt;br /&gt;Had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change&lt;br /&gt;Come Whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Friends Forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;La, la, la, la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;La, la, la, la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We will still be friends forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Can we survive it out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Can we make it somehow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I guess I thought that this would never end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us 'round?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;As we go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;All the times we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Had together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;And as our lives change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Come Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;We will still be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Friends forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;going on to sec 4 is scary ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;we're all gonna seperate soon, a year can pass super fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;take this year for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;yesterday was already the last day of school for most people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I hope my memories of everyone will never fade. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116194343074380954?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116194343074380954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116194343074380954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-so-we-talked-all-night-about-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116191787533937459</id><published>2006-10-27T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T10:57:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;today's my &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LUCKY &lt;/span&gt;day, right jaime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and how could you post part of our conversation on your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it's &lt;b&gt;copyrighted&lt;/b&gt;! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;oohlala; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DEWI&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;always the psychic&amp;telepathic twins : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i'm blogging!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;didn't train today 'cause either my alarm didn't go off or I forgot to set it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can't remember ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;sorry tyanne! hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HELLO DEWI! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116191787533937459?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116191787533937459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116191787533937459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116187323187157879</id><published>2006-10-26T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:33:51.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hello everyone! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i am pat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i shall read &lt;strong&gt;dewi's blog posts&lt;/strong&gt; to be happy happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;and i SHALL be good, and &lt;strong&gt;study&lt;/strong&gt; during my holidays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116187323187157879?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116187323187157879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116187323187157879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha_26.html' title=''/><author><name>i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989445322346750301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116162209926843594</id><published>2006-10-24T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T00:48:19.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Have you ever felt that your friends only ask you if you're okay 'cause they feel like it's their job or something? Have you ever wondered how many of the people who ask that actually mean it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;People ask me if I believe in forever and I can't help but laugh 'cause with the way my life is going, I don't even believe in tomorrow. And I'm nothing but a daughter hiding her depression; a sister making a good impression; a friend acting like she's fine; and a teenager pushing her tears aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so hard to move on with all the memories holding me back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116162209926843594?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116162209926843594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116162209926843594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-you-ever-felt-that-your-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116161578111665835</id><published>2006-10-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T23:03:01.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hurt - Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You told me how proud you were but I walked away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If only I knew what I knew today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I would hold you in my arms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I would take the pain away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thank you for all you've done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Forgive all your mistakes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To hear your voice again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I know you won't be there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For everything I just couldn't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Somedays I feel broke inside but I won't admit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Would you help me understand? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Are you lookin' down upon me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Are you proud of who I am? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To have just one more chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To look into your eyes and see you looking back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For everything I just couldn't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I've hurt myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;If I had just one more day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you since you've been away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh, it's dangerous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's so out of line to try to turn back time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I've hurt myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;By hurting you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm so addicted to this song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super super nice(:&lt;br /&gt;WEWO anyone? haha : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116161578111665835?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116161578111665835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116161578111665835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/hurt-christina-aguilera-seems-like-it.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116160793816143211</id><published>2006-10-23T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:52:18.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WEWO CITY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116160793816143211?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116160793816143211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116160793816143211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/wewo-city-d-3.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497663984050632110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116152226847370282</id><published>2006-10-22T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:04:28.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go on and slap me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you!&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just leave me in peace?&lt;br /&gt;why do you still have to ruin my life?&lt;br /&gt;why can't you just get the fucking way out of my life?!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I so totally agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;I did change, for the better or worse I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;But I know one thing, I HATE YOU now.&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer someone whom I trusted,&lt;br /&gt;whom I loved and respected.&lt;br /&gt;Now I hate you so much that it aches inside me,&lt;br /&gt;I loathe you so much that I can't even stand looking at you for more than a second.&lt;br /&gt;To me, you're no longer my ______.&lt;br /&gt;Go on, stare at my tear-stained face and I hope you feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised when you find that I've completely vanished from your life,&lt;br /&gt;or even better, lying on the floor, with both my wrists slit open and a pool of blood surrounding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116152226847370282?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116152226847370282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116152226847370282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/go-on-and-slap-me.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116150482250544061</id><published>2006-10-22T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:15:11.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I guess I'm scared that no one will ever want to waste their love on me;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm scared that I'll never be worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You'd never guess a girl so happy on the outside is breaking down on the inside. A girl who laughs her head off everyday in school; you'd never guess she's covering up the million tears behind her smile.&lt;br /&gt;So you really want to know why? Why I'm like this? I'll tell you why. It's because I cry myself to sleep every night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because most of the time I feel worthless, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because just when I get something sweet, it goes sour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because everything I do doesn't seem to be enough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because I'm tired of waiting for something great to happen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;because I'll never be good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's better to laugh about nothing than cry about everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116150482250544061?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116150482250544061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116150482250544061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-guess-im-scared-that-no-one-will.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116143248686361082</id><published>2006-10-21T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T20:10:04.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just because of cyber awareness I don't dare to post anymore pictures ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ohmygosh, something &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt; embarrassing happened when I went to shir's house yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't believe I actually ahem*. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you don't have to read the following, they are just my rantings and stuff. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;oh and if you're gonna ask whether i'm okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;yes, i am. : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;If you've ever been left alone with nothing to do but think, then maybe you'd know what I'm trying to say. It's like one minute you're fine, and the next minute, something happens that makes you think, and then you're totally empty. The only thoughts that are in your head are negative and it makes you feel all alone, like you don't mean anything to anyone. All you want to do is to tell someone how you feel, but you don't want their pity, and even if you could tell someone, nothing would come out right. You don't want to smile or laugh, whine or argue, be stubborn or difficult, you just want to go to bed and cry and hope that this feeling passes. Sometimes, it does. But it always seems to come back. You think that all your friends hate you and only talk to you because they feel bad for you. You think complete strangers judge you just because of how you look and the way you act, and when you think about how you're not as beautiful as the crowd that surrounds you, it makes you feel even worse. You just want to give up and stop being such a terrible person, always letting your friends down and being hopeless. You listen to what everyone else has to say, but you never tell them how you feel because that would mean revealing part of yourself, and you just can't do that, you can't let anyone really know you. And your opinion wouldn't really matter to them anyway. Sitting down and trying to get all your feelings out for the first time in your life would be completely overwhelming and unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it that when you finally find someone worth living for, they always have to go?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116143248686361082?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116143248686361082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116143248686361082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-because-of-cyber-awareness-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116127673247727354</id><published>2006-10-20T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T00:52:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello there pat!&lt;br /&gt;(: yellow house's the best right?&lt;br /&gt;haha, sorry i cant help but be random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet!&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116127673247727354?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116127673247727354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116127673247727354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-there-pat-yellow-houses-best.html' title=''/><author><name>bet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506484132258107530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116126427018573449</id><published>2006-10-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:24:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>received pictures that we took at cheryl's house from tricia.&lt;br /&gt;But feeling much too screwed to post any pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;soon soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inter-class dance competition tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna screw it up, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't tell me you understand until you cry yourself to sleep every night; until you wish it would all just&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;end&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't tell me you understand until you know how it feels to &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; be people's second, third and fourth choice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116126427018573449?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116126427018573449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116126427018573449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/received-pictures-that-we-took-at.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116117508809223464</id><published>2006-10-18T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:54:38.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&amp;amp; everytime I talk to you, I fall a little harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate the way your throat hurts from all the tears you're holding back?&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly how I felt for the whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard to hold it &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; back,&lt;br /&gt;but after a few words with tyanne, I just couldn't hold it back any longer.&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't cry non-stop, it was only for little while(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a failure. See? I know so stop telling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Boston - Augustana&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you jaime for being there(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;headaches and what nots ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;on a lighter note,&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT WANT TO BE IN FRONT FOR DANCE ):&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm gonna screw up everything.&lt;br /&gt;as in, EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, can't be helped. It's what I am. &lt;b&gt;A failure.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faking smiles hurt worse than crying tears.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116117508809223464?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116117508809223464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116117508809223464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/everytime-i-talk-to-you-i-fall-little.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116108374916667722</id><published>2006-10-17T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:22:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAJOR CAMWHORING SESSION IN SCHOOL : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our FIRST attempt at a "heaven" picture : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our not-so-heavenly-picture-yet-so-sweet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130110.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a super nice heaven picture &lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130131.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh la la;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes school is just too much,&lt;br /&gt;aline, pat, evil, shir &amp; thongs(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my TALLER one &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during recess when we couldn't play basketball 'cause of the FRISBEE competition ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shir, me &amp;amp; bet : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cardinal sin&lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; lynette, the class chair.&lt;br /&gt;whoa, I'm a model student(: look at my belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello evil! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture with the 'loser' of the class : D&lt;br /&gt;(please don't kill me kathleen! HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm TALL (: ooh la la;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our eyes &amp; my lovely fullscap&lt;33 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoops! we're supposed to be discussing too! instead of camwhoring/ haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME &amp;amp; ME (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello shir! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/1600/PA130138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4489/641/320/PA130138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;and I'm done posting &lt;u&gt;most&lt;/u&gt; of the pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thanks thanks (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MORE soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hahahaha. the ones we took at cheryl's house : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116108374916667722?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116108374916667722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116108374916667722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/major-camwhoring-session-in-school-d.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116101225803352236</id><published>2006-10-16T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:31:06.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ohmygosh, got this somewhere from the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Super saddening huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;My name is Sarah, I am but three&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are swollen, I can not see&lt;br /&gt;I must be stupid, I must be bad&lt;br /&gt;What else could have made my daddy so mad?&lt;br /&gt;I wish I weren't ugly, then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak at all, I can't do a wrong&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'm locked up all the day long&lt;br /&gt;When I awake I'm alone, the house is dark, and my folks aren't home&lt;br /&gt;When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, so maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a sound! I just heard a car&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is back from Charlie's bar&lt;br /&gt;I hear him curse, my name he calls&lt;br /&gt;I press myself against the wall&lt;br /&gt;I try and hide from his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry&lt;br /&gt;He finds me weeping, he shouts ugly words;&lt;br /&gt;He says it's my fault that he suffers at work&lt;br /&gt;He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more&lt;br /&gt;I finally get free and run for the door&lt;br /&gt;He's already locked it and I start to bawl&lt;br /&gt;He takes me and throws me against the hard wall&lt;br /&gt;I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry" I scream but it's now much too late&lt;br /&gt;His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate&lt;br /&gt;The hurt and the pain again and again&lt;br /&gt;Oh please god, have mercy&lt;br /&gt;Oh please let it end&lt;br /&gt;An he finally stops and heads for the door&lt;br /&gt;While I lay there motionless, sprawled out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;My name is Sarah, I am but three&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my daddy murdered me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love you more now than when you started to read this sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116101225803352236?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116101225803352236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116101225803352236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohmygosh-got-this-somewhere-from-net_16.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116100130086336200</id><published>2006-10-16T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:21:40.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Got back results for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E. maths, Physics, English&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &amp;&lt;/span&gt; Social Studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;It was terrible, as usual. But I didn't cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh well, I just hope I won't retain. ):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;At times when we're feeling down and out, we would like our friends to know. But when they that one question; "Are you okay?", we never fail to lie, "Yes, I'm fine." I just want someone to look into my pained eyes and say, "No, you're not." I guess my acting skills must be so great that everyone believes that I'm really okay. Since I can't and don't know how to put my troubles into words, I shall just continue to keep my mouth shut and go on pretending I'm fine with that fake smile and laughter of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;oh, shut up pat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116100130086336200?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116100130086336200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116100130086336200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/got-back-results-for-e.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116091532499749488</id><published>2006-10-15T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:28:45.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I was a happy and optimistic little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I was always kind and sweet to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Once upon a time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;the only cuts I had were from the playground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yeah, once upon a time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116091532499749488?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116091532499749488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116091532499749488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/once-upon-timei-was-happy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116091435577135295</id><published>2006-10-15T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:59:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;went through the letters I've received over the years this afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was like travelling through time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the pain and the joy I've ever experienced all came back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;And this particular letter from this certain person never fails to make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You know, I thank that person for pointing out my mistakes and my failures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Misunderstandings and maybe the way I do things can really ruin a friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Don't apologise for not being my perfect friend. It makes me feel alot worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've learned that time &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; heal your wounds, but the reminder of a scar will stay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116091435577135295?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116091435577135295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116091435577135295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/went-through-letters-ive-received-over.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116089214373003606</id><published>2006-10-15T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T14:42:43.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Way You Look At Me by Christian Bautista&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No one ever saw me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All the things that I could add up too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I never knew just what a smile was worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But your eyes say everything without a single word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Cause there's somethin' in the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I never know what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But there's somethin' in the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If I could freeze a moment in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It'll be the second that you touch your lips to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'd like to stop the clock, make time stand still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Cause, baby, this is just the way I always wanna feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Cause there's somethin' in the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;br /&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;br /&gt;I never know what you see&lt;br /&gt;But there's somethin' in the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't know how or why I feel different in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;All I know is it happens every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Cause there's somethin' in the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You make me believe that there's nothing in this world I can't be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I never know what you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But there's somethin' in the way you look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way you look at me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am addicted to this song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;thank you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;clarissa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for sending it to me(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;checking of papers tmr. oh, the horror ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;please don't let me breakdown and cry,&lt;/span&gt; at least till i get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;let me be the person &lt;b&gt;comforting others&lt;/b&gt; not the one &lt;b&gt;being comforted.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116089214373003606?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116089214373003606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116089214373003606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/way-you-look-at-me-by-christian.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116083184361854028</id><published>2006-10-14T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T21:17:23.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHHH MY!&lt;br /&gt;IM BLOGGING FOR PATRICIA!&lt;br /&gt;OOOH. SHE TAUGHT ME HOW TO DO THIS.&lt;br /&gt;WOW WEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;C is for cookie!&lt;br /&gt;Patricia loves the cookie song yes?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PATRICIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-clarissa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116083184361854028?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116083184361854028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116083184361854028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohhh-my-im-blogging-for-patricia-oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Clarissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14907789635407951325</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116081404246969321</id><published>2006-10-14T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T16:20:42.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what I want to do with my life. I don't know what I want right now. All I know is that I'm hurting so much inside that it's eating me, and one day, there won't be any of me left. Everything that ever caused a tear to trickle down my cheeks, I run away and hide from it. But now, everything is unwinding and finding its way back towards me. And I don't know what to do. I just know that the pain I felt so long ago, it's hurting ten times more. I hate the person I've become. I hate myself so I make it seem like I hate everything else, but me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116081404246969321?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116081404246969321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116081404246969321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-know-what-i-want-to-do-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116081168006402580</id><published>2006-10-14T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:41:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yesterday's training was okay I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;inter-class dance competition now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;went back to school to rehearse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oh wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dolls&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ooh la la; thank you jaime and bet for blogging for me&lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;/bet. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;i'd offer to be yer stress ball if yer like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/bet. says:&lt;br /&gt;and nvr forget, yer mean everything and more to me.&lt;br /&gt;/bet. says:&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.PATRICIA ! The pain comes in drops of red; says:&lt;br /&gt;my cardinal sin is so sweet(:&lt;br /&gt;.PATRICIA ! The pain comes in drops of red; says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;/bet. says:&lt;br /&gt;(: i knw i am.&lt;br /&gt;/bet. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;/bet. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh thanks you pats, you're sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;/bet. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;/bet. says:&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest thing alive, 100% AND MORE pure cardinal sin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I realized just how messed up and how cruel this world is when I saw the most incredible person I've ever met with tears in their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;amp; I'll continue to smile, no matter how much hurt I'm feeling inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116081168006402580?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116081168006402580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116081168006402580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterdays-training-was-okay-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116080346914204470</id><published>2006-10-14T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:24:29.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>jaime is bored and blogging &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; in her own blog.&lt;br /&gt;so smart right.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, it'll save me from emoness for now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to post in everyone's blog now, and i still have quite a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;ciao: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BETINA.&lt;br /&gt;why am i censored! HMPH. jingjing took one right!&lt;br /&gt;must be/: haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116080346914204470?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116080346914204470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116080346914204470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/jaime-is-bored-and-blogging-not-in-her.html' title=''/><author><name>jaime;;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116080206514361480</id><published>2006-10-14T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T13:01:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1129/1600/pic-0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1129/320/pic-0052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, this is the jaime is censored bar hangers picture! (:&lt;br /&gt;HULLO HULLO PAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet,xoxox.&lt;br /&gt;/&lt;333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116080206514361480?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116080206514361480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116080206514361480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha-this-is-jaime-is-censored-bar.html' title=''/><author><name>bet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506484132258107530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116074617566784705</id><published>2006-10-13T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:29:35.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick of coming home where things will never be the same. I'm tired of trying and trying and trying but never succeeding. I'm tired of pretending all the time. I'm tired of smiling and laughing when I don't even feel any happiness in me. I'm tired of saying "I'm okay" to people who might not even mean what they're asking. I'm tired of crying to sleep every night. I'm tired of hiding my cuts. I'm tired of all this pain though the unnecessary physical hurt I'm inflicting on myself is my only escape. If I had one wish, I'd wish for all of this to end. Even if it meant my death. I'm sure that without me, the world would be a better place. I'm a good-for-nothing, a useless person who can't do anything right no matter how hard I try, an ugly and fat girl who can't stop dieting but yet never seems to get any thinner, a terrible teenager who makes everyone hate her just like she hates herself. And I'm left wishing that maybe I'd cut too deeply this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116074617566784705?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116074617566784705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116074617566784705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-sick-of-coming-home-where-things.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116074508794473248</id><published>2006-10-13T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:11:27.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY HAPPY POST(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;actually I had already typed out everything on &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ice skating&lt;/span&gt;, World Trade Centre, Dinner Date and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;movie marathon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; blogger was screwed so i shan't bother now. another day perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate this world and I want to die. Can you tell by looking into my eyes? I sleep all day and cry all night, I just wish someone would take me from this life 'cause I'm not sure if I can take another night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;today was like any other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;now we have a inter-class &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dance&lt;/span&gt; competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;PAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116074508794473248?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116074508794473248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116074508794473248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-happy-post-actually-i-had-already.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116057174420208568</id><published>2006-10-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:02:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love jaime and i think she's the psychic-est of allll!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116057174420208568?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116057174420208568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116057174420208568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-jaime-and-i-think-shes-psychic.html' title=''/><author><name>jaime;;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116048448542199718</id><published>2006-10-10T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:48:05.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I CHANGED MY CHRISTMAS LIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ha, i just realised my DUMB mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;number one on my list is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;BETINA SOH LU XIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love bet alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;: D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116048448542199718?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116048448542199718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116048448542199718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-changed-my-christmas-list.html' title=''/><author><name>bet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13506484132258107530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116047805248732912</id><published>2006-10-10T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:00:52.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YER PAT PAT (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp; i'm psychicerrrr;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AGREEED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116047805248732912?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116047805248732912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116047805248732912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-yer-pat-pat-agreeed-3.html' title=''/><author><name>(:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02497663984050632110</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116047155037785509</id><published>2006-10-10T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T17:12:30.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ooh la la;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;new blog skin!&lt;/span&gt; : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;this goes to show how bored i am huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if you want me to link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;since i'm quite free now(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116047155037785509?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116047155037785509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116047155037785509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooh-la-lanew-blog-skin-dthis-goes-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116045689094892462</id><published>2006-10-10T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T13:08:10.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'cause i'm nice and holidays are coming up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;in case you guys have nothing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i came up with a wish list for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ooh la la; you can just get&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; one&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; from the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAHA : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PAT'S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WISHLIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;01. more &lt;s&gt;underwear&lt;/s&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TOPSHOP&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;02. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what i've been wishing for every year but still don't get):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;03. stuffed toys! preferably &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PIGLET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;04. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SECRET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from tyanne choo sha wei (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;05. &lt;b&gt;sponsers&lt;/b&gt; to go shopping with! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;06. ooh la la; that &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;adidas&lt;/span&gt; jacket. YAY BET! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;07. swimming lessons with shir! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;08. oh oh, a new swimming costume for the lessons(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;09. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LLFL&lt;/span&gt; in&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; SC&lt;/span&gt; to be delivered! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. to be a better tracker):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;11. to go on a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crash &lt;/span&gt;diet and lose &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; of weight(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;FAMOUS AMOS COOKIES(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;13. candy from candy empire (and get BEEPED at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;14. headbands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;archie comics&lt;/span&gt; : DD haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;16. earrings! ooh la la;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everything to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHIRLYNN CHEONG [she made me lie):]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;19. letters(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;new adidas bag : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; if you don't have the time to get anything, money is also welcomed(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[mygoodness, i did the disclaimer before i even finished the list! haha : D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;shir. lives to eat. ; if you want to see the rainbow, you got to see the rain first says:&lt;br /&gt;SO CLEVER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. thanks thanks (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116045689094892462?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116045689094892462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116045689094892462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/cause-im-nice-and-holidays-are-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116040165730634298</id><published>2006-10-09T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:49:12.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END OF EXAMS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ohmygosh, like&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went out with bet, jaime and jia her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ooh la la; my cardinal sin and COMMAS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;poor bet had to sit beside jaime at mos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;COMMAS again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tsk ah tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;sec 1s nowadays are terribly corrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;what on earth are their parents teaching them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whoops! sorry uncles and aunties.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went suntec, intending to go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOPSHOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;( thank me for advertising : D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and window shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;netballers&lt;/u&gt; have LOUSY balance. tsk ah tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bet can HURDLE *claps claps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bought NICE underwear and bet became broke in the process : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nevermind, you have ME as your sponser - er(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ate &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;shilin chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;gained 260++kg ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;then we went to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;candy empire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;while trying to be jay chou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and crossing the road SAFELY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BEEPED&lt;/span&gt; at! : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;while JAIME was still stranded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;not daring to run over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAHA(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;u&lt;&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CARDINAL SINS ARE THE BEST! : D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;went down to somerset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;intending to walk to fareast to take a bus home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and lose weight while walking there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;saw steph and she came with us, following bet home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;POSTCARDS : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jaime and i do NOT like pms - ing bus drivers ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;terrible terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;.PATRICIA ! suicide dreams and razorblade kisses; says:&lt;br /&gt;TYANNE CHOO SHA WEI IS OFFICIALLY RETARDED&lt;br /&gt;`tyanne we can make it. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO&lt;br /&gt;`tyanne we can make it. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;`tyanne we can make it. says:&lt;br /&gt;what nonsense&lt;br /&gt;`tyanne we can make it. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;`tyanne we can make it. says:&lt;br /&gt;i nearly spelt it as nonsence&lt;br /&gt;`tyanne we can make it. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116040165730634298?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116040165730634298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116040165730634298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/end-of-exams-ohmygosh-like-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116022873500694816</id><published>2006-10-07T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:45:35.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another night spent crying myself to sleep. i don't know why i'm feeling so screwed up, i don't know why i'm crying for no reason at all, and i don't know why i just feel like going to sleep and never wake up again. i thought i would cut too deeply today; but yet it was another failure attempt. there's just something that's holding me back from saying how i really feel. maybe i'm afraid how people will think of me when i finally tell them what's really wrong. maybe i'm afraid of being despised, afraid of losing all my friends, afraid of being alone. call me a coward i don't care. it's what i am. imperfect and that's what i'll always be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116022873500694816?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116022873500694816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116022873500694816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-night-spent-crying-myself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116020447404160038</id><published>2006-10-07T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T15:06:50.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm so frustrated. I'm shaking my feet. I can't sit still in this damn seat. I'm scratching my wrists and closing my eyes. I am trying to hold back my cries. But I can't take this stuff anymore. I want to have no pain like before. Give me the blade. I'll take them in front of my mother, it wouldn't even phase her. My mind is racing, it feels I need to do this. I needed to take away the pain, I miss this easy way. I need the marks, I need the fucking pain. But I can't and it makes me want to go insane. I'm a fucking screw-up, I shouldn't get off this way. I'm sad because of things I must have did, this isn't okay. My family hates me so I must have done something wrong. I lost so many people I love, how could I get along. I'm so unhappy and it's because of me. So I deserve this pain, it's something I can see. With every fight with my mother, and every time I cry, I want to hurt myself so badly to the point that - yeah - I would die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I could die, but be alive at my funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to see who would be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just to see who would actually cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116020447404160038?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116020447404160038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116020447404160038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-116019230091318126</id><published>2006-10-07T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T11:38:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>reply to my tags :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyanne : hahaha. replied you &lt;b&gt;long&lt;/b&gt; ago and no secret crush(: our nine more dates soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaher : err.. JIAHER? : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine : hahaha, thank you Sweetheart(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dewi : thank you dewi! for helping me dilute[pardon me, I had chemistry yesterday] my tagboard of all the f*ing spammers : D oh oh, twins remember? we have a certain &lt;u&gt;telepathy&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaime : it's so cool! ohmygosh, i never knew. okay maybe i did but i was too young to understand my psychicness. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa : hahahaha. okay, will link you SOON : D and take care too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet : hello cardinal sin!(: haiyer, who's the disgusting one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thongs : i hate spammers too! yucksyucksyucks. hahahaha. PATRICK(: i love you too my TALL - ER one : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doralyn : high jumpers outing!(: ooh la la;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel : hahahaha. it's not my fault! : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm done.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so screwed for EOYs that i don't think i can ever unscrew myself.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, what else do you expect from me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-116019230091318126?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116019230091318126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/116019230091318126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/reply-to-my-tags-tyanne-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-115996724727110796</id><published>2006-10-04T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:07:27.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes it's like one minute you're fine, and the next minute something happens that makes you think, and then you're totally empty. The only thoughts that are in your head are negative and it makes you feel all alone, like you don't mean anything to anyone. All you want to do is tell someone how you feel, but you don't want their pity, and even if you could tell someone, nothing would come out right. You don't want to laugh or smile, or whine or argue, or even be stubborn or difficult, you just want to go to bed and cry and hope this feeling passes. And sometimes it does. But it always seems to come back. This feeling is so overwhelming that you feel like vommiting everything out. I'm trying so hard to keep that penknife away, but I keep going back to it, everytime the scars fade away. And maybe, just maybe, I'll cut too deep this time.  Numbness prevents your smiles from really reaching your eyes, it prevents you from the laughter that echoes through your stomach, it prevents you  from feeling true happiness that floods through your body, but at the very least, it prevents from all this pain that eats your insides, bit by bit, till you're completely empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imperfect. That's what you can call me. After all I am me, and don't fit a certain category. I'm just a girl who lives life day by day and always manages to put a smile on my face. Even if that day I'm a complete mess. I'm so damn confused about everything, I don't know what to do anymore. I don't think I'll be able to choke back my tears any longer. But please let me have the strength to do so, to be able to till the weekends. Then at least no one will witness my breaking down. At least no one will feign sympathy and what-nots. At least I will still be able to carry off that fake happiness. At least I can still be what I've always been pretending to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-115996724727110796?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115996724727110796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115996724727110796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-its-like-one-minute-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-115971622910861717</id><published>2006-10-01T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:25:41.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. i shall add &lt;strong&gt;retarded&lt;/strong&gt; stuff to your blog okay?&lt;br /&gt;cause it's all emo-ish now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a chat between &lt;strong&gt;pat, nadia and i&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;where nadia was chatting with pat at first using &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is CONFUSING - pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay - nadia&lt;br /&gt;thank you! (: - nadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahaha - pat&lt;br /&gt;aye?&lt;br /&gt;there's only me here&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall shut up.&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA! - DEWI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heehee - mickey mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i want COOKIE- cookie monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i ate them ALL - elmo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO. i eat faster -cookie monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you can't have everything going right - eeyore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i can - piglet&lt;br /&gt;i am powerful - piglet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am the powerful - est! - winnie the pooh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo whatsup pizza man - jake long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sky - pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;where do you get your songs from? - nadia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ocean - dewi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my friends - pat&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha - pat&lt;br /&gt;SLOW DEWI - pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dewi is a slowpoke. as slow as a turtle - dewi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nadia is a poke -nadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i agree - cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eee. don't want to be your prince anymore. - prince CHARMING&lt;br /&gt;i need tissue - dewi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i WILL be YOUR prince - beast from beauty and the beast&lt;br /&gt;i'll lend you my handkerchief - minnie mouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WANT - dewi&lt;br /&gt;eee. you, my prince? you're so UGLY - cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i WANT - donald duck's other half&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aye! he's HANDSOME okay! - sleeping beauty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, no. i don't want already - donald duck's other other half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahahaha. you're all retarded - pat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no he isn't! talking bout the beast right? - snow white&lt;br /&gt;yeah! super retarded like anything! - dewi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the end.&lt;br /&gt;and we were supposed to be studying. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-115971622910861717?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115971622910861717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115971622910861717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>i</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989445322346750301</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-115968731459448288</id><published>2006-10-01T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T15:23:01.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Behind My Mask&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I Look In The Mirror &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I See A Broken Soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And A Heart Full Of Pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Scars On My Wrists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When You Look At Me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Do You See&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Happy Child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With A Smile On Her Face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These Are All Just Lies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Hide The Truth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause No One Wants To See, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Real Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The One That Lays, Behind The Mask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now Look At Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Lay Dead On The Floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Blood All Around Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Finally Free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-115968731459448288?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115968731459448288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115968731459448288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/behind-my-maskas-i-look-in-mirror-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-115966915926209525</id><published>2006-10-01T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:19:19.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why do I feel all &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; in this world? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like I can't talk to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel as though &lt;u&gt;nobody&lt;/u&gt; understands, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like &lt;u&gt;nobody&lt;/u&gt; will ever actually get what I'm going through, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the everyday pains that stab me&lt;em&gt; over and over again&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To other people my problems seem &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;, not important, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe even &lt;em&gt;dumb&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but to me those &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; things make my world come &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;crashing&lt;/span&gt; down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These problems shatter any &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; I may experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't keep my mind from wandering into this insane place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where I feel so &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel the need to talk, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;nobody&lt;/u&gt; understands me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I'm just feeling super emo today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-115966915926209525?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115966915926209525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115966915926209525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/10/why-do-i-feel-all-alone-in-this-world.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-115959716824907088</id><published>2006-09-30T11:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T14:19:28.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The past is annoying; it always shows up.  In everybody's words, in every song you hear, in every block you walk, and you never get rid of it, no matter how hard you try. I don't think you understand how hard it is when everything I do somehow makes me think of you. This is where I say I've had enough and no one should ever feel the way that I feel now.  A walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises, and I don't believe that I'm getting any better. I don't need this constant stabbing feeling in my chest whenever I think about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody understands how much I miss you.  Miss how we used to talk and miss all the things we used to do.  I try not to admit it to myself that I still feel that way.  Nobody knows that I still wake up thinking of you each day. I still think of you and I really do miss you.  I would give everything I have to be everything that we're not. But the more you show your feelings, the more people can find ways to hurt you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're my friend when you say you'd take the pain so I wouldn't have to bear it alone, but I wouldn't let you, I wouldn't want anyone to feel what I've felt, you mean that much to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-115959716824907088?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115959716824907088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115959716824907088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/09/past-is-annoying-it-always-shows-up.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-115958769170367750</id><published>2006-09-30T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T14:04:34.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this shall be my last post till after exams. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't started memorising anything at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't practised my maths at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't understand a thing I'm doing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what I should do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like less than two days to EOYs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will I ever be prepared?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile because I have to, not because I want to. I laugh because I'm told to, not because I want to. I frown because I want to cry but try to keep it all inside. I wish I could just let it out but I can't, that's not what I'm all about. My feelings never show anymore because I don't want to them to. Every smile is a lie, every laugh is fake, all because I'm crying inside and don't want my tears to show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-115958769170367750?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115958769170367750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115958769170367750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-shall-be-my-last-post-till-after.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-115926969429628413</id><published>2006-09-26T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T19:38:13.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>english exam was okay i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't that tired for the composition since i went to bed at like EIGHT plus?&lt;br /&gt;but tossed and turned till 9 or 10.&lt;br /&gt;comprehension was okay too but when i got to summary,&lt;br /&gt;i was so tired i went to sleep for awhile before continuing.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;didn't go for chemistry after school.&lt;br /&gt;i'm planning to fail anyway so what's the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played basketball.&lt;br /&gt;ooh la la; was venting my anger &amp;amp; frustrations by shooting three pointers.&lt;br /&gt;one, MIRACULOUSLY, went in!&lt;br /&gt;then janice came up and taught me how to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;so after i found jaime's wallet and phone which she CLEVERLY put in my bag,&lt;br /&gt;i went to try and IT WENT IN AGAIN! CLEAR SHOT TOO! : D&lt;br /&gt;so cool so cool!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't see any point of trying anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope P will call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to talk to someone badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-115926969429628413?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115926969429628413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115926969429628413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/09/english-exam-was-okay-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-115909168145572584</id><published>2006-09-24T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:54:41.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I BET PAT-RICK is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HONOURED, THAT JAIME. took THE TIME TO WRITE IN HER BLOG. AND SO PAT DECIDED TO GIVE JAIME A REALLY REALLY REALLY BIG BOTTLE OF DRINK! YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-115909168145572584?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115909168145572584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115909168145572584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-bet-pat-rick-is-sooooooooooooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>jaime;;</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20472132.post-115909071153375004</id><published>2006-09-24T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T17:38:31.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QUOTES FOR ALL OF YOU : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone has a photographic memory. Some people don't have film."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is someone who is there for you when she'd rather be anywhere else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best friends are like diamonds, precious and rare&lt;br /&gt;False friends are like leaves, found everywhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All our young lives we search for someone to love, someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope, all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow there is someone searching for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's really amazing when two strangers become the best of friends, but its really sad when the best of friends become two strangers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is like sunlight, filtering into the quite corners of ones heart, offering bright new mornings and fresh hope yet demanding nothing in return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest challenge in being a friend is not listening when words are spoken but hearing and feeling even though there is nothing but silence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The happiest person has three things, a bestfriend, a true love and a best friend who is their true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20472132-115909071153375004?l=bitteraddiction.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115909071153375004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20472132/posts/default/115909071153375004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitteraddiction.blogspot.com/2006/09/quotes-for-all-of-you-d-everyone-has.html' title=''/><author><name>pat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00684808576547706770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
