<?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-6621880382142348794</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:04:56.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RELINK, PRETTY PLEASE ?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-2057689539783926995</id><published>2009-11-20T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:03:35.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving out</title><content type='html'>I've created a new blog. You can stop reading this now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and, relink me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;littlethingswithgreatlove-x.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-2057689539783926995?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2057689539783926995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/2057689539783926995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/2057689539783926995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-out.html' title='moving out'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-8823977596617245336</id><published>2009-11-13T13:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T17:09:19.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love notes</title><content type='html'>I'm currently in Rachel's house ;) We're up for movie marathons. Awesome KAN? Harsh hates that word :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel's stinky and HOW'S NOT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo bad lahh you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say a word..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW HOW ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGGY AGGY AGGY AGGY... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I dare to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW HOW HOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy thats tall and you're not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opposite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* inside joke *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-8823977596617245336?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8823977596617245336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-notes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/8823977596617245336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/8823977596617245336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-notes.html' title='love notes'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-2970611145184746069</id><published>2009-11-11T12:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:11:00.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to the doubtful world</title><content type='html'>Okayh, I don't wanna do this. But I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was I saying? Oh yes, now I remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M MOVING TO ANOTHER BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me that look. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the SIXTH time I'm ditching blogs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, there's a reason kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is so terribly wrong with the fonts and postings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but, every blog that belonged to me never failed to create trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well done. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will inform you when I start a new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, should I even create one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-2970611145184746069?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2970611145184746069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/okayh-i-dont-wanna-do-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/2970611145184746069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/2970611145184746069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/okayh-i-dont-wanna-do-this.html' title='welcome to the doubtful world'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-3376408532848793392</id><published>2009-11-05T20:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:41:01.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light me up</title><content type='html'>So, I finally gave Rachel her ever so late birthday gift. Well, I took a pretty long time doing that card. Anyways, I'm so bloody glad that I didn't make the wrong choice :D Rachel loves her birthday gift to bits! Her first impression was a very excited squeal. The others just let out a collective screeching "Aww ! " &lt;3 By watching them acting that way, it makes my heart melt :') Anyways, this is what we [ Sya and I ] bought for her -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvLIeNr9UaI/AAAAAAAAAvo/wxhEoIZba-o/s1600-h/31102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvLIeNr9UaI/AAAAAAAAAvo/wxhEoIZba-o/s320/31102009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400599324566311330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvLIeXJDC3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/TNfmpTa8yT0/s1600-h/31102009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvLIeXJDC3I/AAAAAAAAAvw/TNfmpTa8yT0/s320/31102009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400599327104240498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me its the cutest thing you've ever seen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SveX0cNd5tI/AAAAAAAAAv4/FhMob5WpLrs/s1600-h/capt.4f0459d8464f41e5967d73702cee8663.michael_jackson_movie_nyet131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SveX0cNd5tI/AAAAAAAAAv4/FhMob5WpLrs/s320/capt.4f0459d8464f41e5967d73702cee8663.michael_jackson_movie_nyet131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401953205235869394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was okayh and honestly speaking, it was plainly boring. Well, I'm literally&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; a fan of him and documentary shows just puts me to sleep. But still, everyone have different taste and who knows, you'll probably enjoy it more than I do :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;*edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you realize that I'm starting to lack of imagination and passion in blogging? I mean, each time I wanna blog about something, I just don't feel like it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*groans*&lt;/span&gt; Hmm, maybe I'll leave this friggin blog dead for a moment or so? Oh wells, till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S ; I'm feeling quite dead too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-3376408532848793392?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3376408532848793392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-finally-gave-rachel-her-ever-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/3376408532848793392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/3376408532848793392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-i-finally-gave-rachel-her-ever-so.html' title='light me up'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvLIeNr9UaI/AAAAAAAAAvo/wxhEoIZba-o/s72-c/31102009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-6977475165368021470</id><published>2009-11-03T18:37:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:11:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to crave is better than to receive</title><content type='html'>Why, hello lovers ! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get one thing straight, I absolutely love the freedom I gained after exams, and, I've skipped school on yesterday and today, was online the whole friggin day, logged into every website, played every games and partially spent some time day-dreaming. If this was way before exams, I'd be real pleased to do all those stuff. Well, that was when I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;craving&lt;/span&gt; for it thinking all the fun I'm gonna have. Okayh, time passes, exam's over, things should be perfect, no? Hell, I'm so bloody wrong. I've been sitting in front of the computer screen for who knows how long, searching for something fun to do and yes, I was so bored, I nearly died. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've got so many post to update, I'll do it one at a time :) Shall not talk much, just photos will do, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11th October -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renaissance Hotel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvAJXHUCa0I/AAAAAAAAAtI/aQk1xcxf_JE/s1600-h/DSCF1369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvAJXHUCa0I/AAAAAAAAAtI/aQk1xcxf_JE/s320/DSCF1369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399826245921958722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvANUMDqcFI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/fKbpijQwl1Q/s1600-h/DSCF1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvAJXpiWHJI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/CzI9KW7enIY/s320/DSCF1370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399826255108775058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvAL2UF58WI/AAAAAAAAAu4/4hwGxm1iJKk/s1600-h/DSCF1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvAL2UF58WI/AAAAAAAAAu4/4hwGxm1iJKk/s320/DSCF1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399828980951544162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvALcFSLpHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/cg0neK1Uch0/s1600-h/DSCF1408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvALcFSLpHI/AAAAAAAAAuo/cg0neK1Uch0/s320/DSCF1408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399828530299905138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm totally in love with the sofa ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-6977475165368021470?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6977475165368021470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-crave-is-better-than-to-receive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/6977475165368021470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/6977475165368021470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-crave-is-better-than-to-receive.html' title='to crave is better than to receive'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SvAJXHUCa0I/AAAAAAAAAtI/aQk1xcxf_JE/s72-c/DSCF1369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-4148332699322032904</id><published>2009-11-02T12:21:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:16:16.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little miss sunshine</title><content type='html'>Let's turn back time. Okayh, we'll go all the way back to -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;OCTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;BER 25TH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right, this post is specially dedicated to one of my awesome bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;4T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;H BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;RA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;CHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;LLLL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Just so you know, I've known her since we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;were seven? But still, we barely talked. Well, out of a sudden, at the age of eight, we started to be really close and yeahh, you can imagine little kids calling each other best friends when they n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;ever actually knew the true meaning of friendship. Anyways, forget about the past. Let's snap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; back here. Oh there's one more thing, in the years back then, Rachel was seriously the most naive girl I've ever come across. Often, I found myself pretty clueless on how to exactly communicate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;with her considering the fact that she doesn't know a single thing about general knowledge. This is her few months back -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fonY3dJI/AAAAAAAAAss/JKOBlxMo5V4/s1600-h/100_1281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fonY3dJI/AAAAAAAAAss/JKOBlxMo5V4/s320/100_1281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399358154636489874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5iFBrYqvI/AAAAAAAAAs0/VV0t7AZ_D58/s1600-h/100_1306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5iFBrYqvI/AAAAAAAAAs0/VV0t7AZ_D58/s320/100_1306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399360841753078514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera shy, innocent mind and well, not the typical type of teenager. Let's just say, not like any of us! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tick-tock*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by. I believe that people change for the better or for the worse. That naive kid I used to know just decamp away. Who knows why but out of a sudden, a total &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drama queen &lt;/span&gt;appeared in front of us. Maybe its because of peer pressure? Or another possibility is the outside world pretty much lay a humongous influence on her. But the one attitude that remained in her soul was that childish personality of hers. And I think because of her natural self, she'll always make us laugh for whatever reason. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, babe :D&lt;/span&gt; Glad to know that you're growing up ! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fnN1ZCZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9kTkliI_Ci8/s1600-h/sleepover+-+27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fnN1ZCZI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9kTkliI_Ci8/s320/sleepover+-+27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399358130596940178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fn76LWrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tmj-2kki4wE/s1600-h/surpriseparty+-+53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fn76LWrI/AAAAAAAAAsc/tmj-2kki4wE/s320/surpriseparty+-+53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399358142965045938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fof0QAKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/xJWI9SMmb9w/s1600-h/surpriseparty+-++36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fof0QAKI/AAAAAAAAAsk/xJWI9SMmb9w/s320/surpriseparty+-++36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399358152603861154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Total camwhorer, heh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5iFsSlRdI/AAAAAAAAAs8/H_YnvCgX59M/s1600-h/100_1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5iFsSlRdI/AAAAAAAAAs8/H_YnvCgX59M/s320/100_1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399360853191771602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fnq-_0zI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Aiz6fZDPHgg/s1600-h/surpriseparty+-+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fnq-_0zI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Aiz6fZDPHgg/s320/surpriseparty+-+18.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399358138421859122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;September 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We'll still remain huggable! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-4148332699322032904?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4148332699322032904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-miss-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/4148332699322032904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/4148332699322032904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-miss-sunshine.html' title='little miss sunshine'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/Su5fonY3dJI/AAAAAAAAAss/JKOBlxMo5V4/s72-c/100_1281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-5175986616128009062</id><published>2009-10-30T15:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:17:00.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>triumphant faces and gleeful smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ohh hell yeahh baby !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what more can I say? Final exams are so bloody over. One word - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRIFIC.&lt;/span&gt; Definitely as always, I've been burning the midnight oil and it isn't such a good thing because I've been looking like a zombie, then. Anyways, I'm quite glad because some subjects are easier than I thought and well, some others are brain-cracking, torturous, weird questions a.k.a plainly DIFFICULT ! :\ For instance, Sejarah, the only subject that never failed to be harder than ever. But still, now that its over, I would like to flush everything down my brain :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, moving on ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The definition of after exams are well, precisely, A FEAST ! Fabulous. Just got back from Mcdonald's with the awesome idiots. The one thing good about eating with the guys is, they are definitely up for hilarious jokes and one thing terrible is, too much laughing causes choking. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SuqaIW3LE0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/siylBeK_0u4/s1600-h/30102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SuqaIW3LE0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/siylBeK_0u4/s320/30102009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398296571723584322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rachel bitch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm off to Curve tomorrow! Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves &amp;amp; [rawr] bites. Heh ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-5175986616128009062?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5175986616128009062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/triumphant-faces-and-gleeful-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/5175986616128009062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/5175986616128009062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/triumphant-faces-and-gleeful-smiles.html' title='triumphant faces and gleeful smiles'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SuqaIW3LE0I/AAAAAAAAAr0/siylBeK_0u4/s72-c/30102009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-4422138624670626132</id><published>2009-10-10T11:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:17:18.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lead me on the right path</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sometimes, I really wanna know if something's wrong with me. I can't seem to differentiate what should be done or what should not. Like for instance, the greatest example - finals will be starting in two weeks time and what am I doing now? Doodling around, perhaps so. But thank goodness, I've already started to buckle up on some subjects :) Hmm, pretty speechless now, till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-4422138624670626132?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4422138624670626132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/lead-me-on-right-path.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/4422138624670626132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/4422138624670626132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/lead-me-on-right-path.html' title='lead me on the right path'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-4004278028826509511</id><published>2009-10-02T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:17:33.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing but a stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Heh, call me a record breaker :D I've skipped school on Fridays for 4 weeks straight :) Its like my very own official holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st week : &lt;/span&gt;The August exam ended on Thursday, so why bother coming to school the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd week :&lt;/span&gt; Wasn't feeling too well on Thursday night, so obviously I'm not able to go to school the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd week :&lt;/span&gt; Its the last week of school before the Hari Raya holidays and the teachers are slacking off everyday, so yeahh, you get my point. No one wants to waste time at school by doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th week :&lt;/span&gt; Today! There's some sorta weird programs arranged for us like for instance, cleaning the class in the morning and performances held after recess. I mean, c'mon, think I'm interested?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sighs*&lt;/span&gt; Finals are coming real soon, and yeahh, studying time thats for sure :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;loves &amp;amp; bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-4004278028826509511?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4004278028826509511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-but-stranger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/4004278028826509511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/4004278028826509511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-but-stranger.html' title='nothing but a stranger'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-7343035307059675779</id><published>2009-09-23T21:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:18:00.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high expectations just lets you down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm mad. I'm mad. I'm mad. I'm mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'M MAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Okayh&lt;/span&gt;, maybe I shall get to the point. Before that, let me release it one more time,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M MAD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways, as I was saying, I'm sure you guys have pretty heard about the Black Eyed Peas performing in Malaysia, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SroqZGkYvdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fM33rBKZt0Y/s1600-h/Black_Eyed_Peas_biography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SroqZGkYvdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fM33rBKZt0Y/s320/Black_Eyed_Peas_biography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384662915223174610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sort of like a party in collaboration with Arthur's Day. Ever since I came across that ad in the newspaper, I was seriously desperate to go. I mean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;, its Black Eyed Peas and a party held together, who could initially resist that? I asked my mom straight away and she said yes, boy, I was over the moon. But unfortunately, I found out that it was above 18 and hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, I was crashed. Now, you may ask why I made such a big fuss about it, because, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Aunty&lt;/span&gt; Mel manage to get FREE tickets for it and she asked my bro if he wants it, and guess what? He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; said a dumb NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pulls out all my hair*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't I be frustrated? I've been craving to go but being underage, of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;, sadly, I couldn't. But he friggin could with a friggin free ticket awaiting him! OMG. You see, I've learnt something -  what we desire will just go to some other person that does not even care about it, thus, leaving us in a worthless situation to just moan about it. Life's pretty unfair, I guess it'll always maintain that way :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*big sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-7343035307059675779?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7343035307059675779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-we-desire-is-what-will-never-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/7343035307059675779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/7343035307059675779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-we-desire-is-what-will-never-come.html' title='high expectations just lets you down'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SroqZGkYvdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/fM33rBKZt0Y/s72-c/Black_Eyed_Peas_biography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-9196660041568299494</id><published>2009-09-22T16:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:18:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;your weekend, loves? Mine was uhh, how do I put this? Oh wells, let's just say, it ended abruptly. Spent two nights at Sabrina's house. Chilled out at Sunway Pyramid on Sunday and Monday. I know, peculiar right? Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*This is what happens when I'm reluctant to blog, yet I forced myself to and the results? A piece of shitty post :) There we go.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-9196660041568299494?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/9196660041568299494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-was-your-weekend-loves-mine-was-uhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/9196660041568299494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/9196660041568299494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-was-your-weekend-loves-mine-was-uhh.html' title='perhaps so'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-1103890673981940411</id><published>2009-09-18T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:19:03.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Awesome :D Once again, I'll introduce to you my best companion in the whole universe, her/his name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOLIDAYS !&lt;/span&gt; :D She/he suppose to come visit me today but since school is utterly bored, I decided to see her/him yesterday :) Anyways, can't wait to start our hang outs, well, mainly what we do together is sit in front of the computer 24 hours daily or wake up as late as possible or just, simply do nothing at all. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*giggles*&lt;/span&gt; Its just a week, so I'm trying to appreciate every moment I'll spend with her/him. On the darker side, when Sept ends and Oct arrives, have to drag myself to school and focus on studies cus the finals are just round the corner :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sighs* &lt;/span&gt;Don't even know what I'm talking about -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-1103890673981940411?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1103890673981940411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/1103890673981940411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/1103890673981940411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-out.html' title='school&apos;s out'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-6152327329095210773</id><published>2009-09-17T12:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:19:23.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>under my influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Saturday, 12/9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Attended grand&lt;/span&gt;ma's birthday dinner. Well, it was a double celebration &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt;, it was Elaine's birthday as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3q_l8pvI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0FpEAhg41Ew/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3q_l8pvI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0FpEAhg41Ew/s320/popo+bday+-+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382284978937439986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3qsPRk6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xASEZeEelCE/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3qsPRk6I/AAAAAAAAAo0/xASEZeEelCE/s320/popo+bday+-+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382284973742068642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3qI2BM7I/AAAAAAAAAos/2YdlF-Z2TWs/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3qI2BM7I/AAAAAAAAAos/2YdlF-Z2TWs/s320/popo+bday+-+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382284964240896946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3prlAs4I/AAAAAAAAAok/bx7IfelGQ6A/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3prlAs4I/AAAAAAAAAok/bx7IfelGQ6A/s320/popo+bday+-+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382284956384932738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3pa9gqwI/AAAAAAAAAoc/WLLWd3_si4c/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3pa9gqwI/AAAAAAAAAoc/WLLWd3_si4c/s320/popo+bday+-+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382284951924288258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, yes, there were four cakes available. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Okayh&lt;/span&gt;, moving on to some other shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4bAfdXjI/AAAAAAAAApk/B7eQqUg8WtU/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4bAfdXjI/AAAAAAAAApk/B7eQqUg8WtU/s320/popo+bday+-+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382285803812380210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashley and Ryan :) Don't mind the face, he was screaming. We're close to being deaf. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4amCGsMI/AAAAAAAAApc/KBxF9FsR1pY/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4amCGsMI/AAAAAAAAApc/KBxF9FsR1pY/s320/popo+bday+-+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382285796709937346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow out the candles and make a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4Zta2Z5I/AAAAAAAAApM/GdybJqcs6Ds/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4Zta2Z5I/AAAAAAAAApM/GdybJqcs6Ds/s320/popo+bday+-+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382285781512906642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4ZNzK6CI/AAAAAAAAApE/nRad1w5FZZw/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4ZNzK6CI/AAAAAAAAApE/nRad1w5FZZw/s320/popo+bday+-+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382285773024978978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; about it. Now, lets blog according to the title. Firstly, let me make an explanation. You see, there's this beloved cousin of mine, her name's Sabrina, she's a very mature and perky 7-year-old you'll ever come across. But still, I love her dearly but she loves me till death. Wanna know why? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cus&lt;/span&gt;, she's treating me as a role model right now. Not kidding. A normal 7-year-old would still be playing with dolls and not know a single thing about the outside world. But, because she's treating me as a role model, she has to copy off whatever I like or desire. For instance, everyone knows pink, black and skulls accessories are my favourites and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yeahh&lt;/span&gt;, logically, she loves them now. Last year, I used to think Joe Jonas was cute, and she too, had to make him an idol. But too bad darling, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cus&lt;/span&gt; I hate him now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*evil laughs*&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, the biggest influence I ever laid on her was when she saw my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Samsung&lt;/span&gt; pink mp3 last January, she instantly fell in love with it, and she's been begging her parents to get her one for 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG5e3MGSCI/AAAAAAAAAps/NPeeO-Ctovc/s1600-h/pinkmp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG5e3MGSCI/AAAAAAAAAps/NPeeO-Ctovc/s320/pinkmp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382286969546360866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At first, they wouldn't obey her request, but being a spoilt brat, finally, she has her very own mp3. I repeat, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; 7-year-old has a mp3 while I just got it at the age of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;*cries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG5fbTnsTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/gzfKpQdf7mE/s1600-h/greenmp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG5fbTnsTI/AAAAAAAAAp0/gzfKpQdf7mE/s320/greenmp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382286979241586994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couldn't find pink so got her a green one instead. And oh, she informed me that she wants &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;my songs, like, Boom Boom Pow, Fire Burning, Poker Face and lots more that she hasn't even heard off. Oh wells, I don't mind at all but I'm sorry if some of the lyrics are inappropriate ;P Before I sign off, there's just one more thing I had to blog about. As what I've been mentioning about, Sabrina has to copy one more thing from me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SHE HAS TO LOOK EXACTLY LIKE ME!&lt;/span&gt; Check out the pic below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4Z_325WI/AAAAAAAAApU/wQgGGlYBX1M/s1600-h/popo+bday+-+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG4Z_325WI/AAAAAAAAApU/wQgGGlYBX1M/s320/popo+bday+-+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382285786466411874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, isn't she like a younger version of me? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Omg&lt;/span&gt;, aren't I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;lattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;loves &amp;amp; bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-6152327329095210773?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6152327329095210773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-my-influence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/6152327329095210773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/6152327329095210773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/under-my-influence.html' title='under my influence'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SrG3q_l8pvI/AAAAAAAAAo8/0FpEAhg41Ew/s72-c/popo+bday+-+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-1954695064967468763</id><published>2009-09-12T12:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:19:47.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcoming facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsmiWU8WlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ghMQQwNIky4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsmiWU8WlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ghMQQwNIky4/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380436551375018578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't have a facebook account all this years, because, well, according to my very own point of view, I always considered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; facebook as boring. Lots of people have been screaming into my ears about how awesome facebook is, but still, I tend to not listen. After much begging and pursuing about, I decided to give it a try in order to shut them up. Just kidding, don't be mad :) I'm totally clueless on my profile and stuffs, and right now, I don't find it much interesting, either :| Oh wells, give m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e some time, I'd probably declare my love for facebook one day - or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-1954695064967468763?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1954695064967468763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcoming-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/1954695064967468763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/1954695064967468763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/welcoming-facebook.html' title='welcoming facebook'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsmiWU8WlI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ghMQQwNIky4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-6065144975862992474</id><published>2009-09-12T10:32:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:20:12.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that evil person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's the birthday of the most mean, annoying, lifeless friend I've ever had - Harshini :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsL4pI7ZBI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0PglIbtuch4/s1600-h/100_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsL4pI7ZBI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0PglIbtuch4/s320/100_1320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380407247568069650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tho&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, she is everything I've described, but I love her to bits. If she's reading this, she'd probably say I'm lesbian or something -.-" Okayh, moving on. Believe it or not, we are not the type of friends that have known each other for years, we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; the type of friends that talks about guys, fashion and well, teenage stuffs. But behind all those, we are the type of friends that tease each other, insult each other and yes, we technically, bully one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsL5DaOKJI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dVc9fMmvVLA/s1600-h/100_1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsL5DaOKJI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dVc9fMmvVLA/s320/100_1323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380407254619924626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've met her since we were nine, but we barely talk and we're not even a tiny bit close. Even all the way up to secondary school, we just remain as classmates. But then, I don't know what brought us together, but at the end of form 1, I started going all hyper around her, and she asked why am I so crazy now, indicating how abnormal I was already. To make a long story short, thats when friendship bond between us, but oh wells, she would prefer me to describe as thats when she found someone new to bully around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsM_61zIfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/aLl-fMzXLlI/s1600-h/100_1308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsM_61zIfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/aLl-fMzXLlI/s320/100_1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380408472090386930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That isn't very nice of you, but I still love you ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, by the way, I would like wish my grandma - Happy 74th Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, not forgetting, my cousin, Elaine - Happy 24th Birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;♥ loves &amp;amp; bites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-6065144975862992474?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6065144975862992474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-evil-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/6065144975862992474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/6065144975862992474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-evil-person.html' title='that evil person'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Ssipeh3wJk/SqsL4pI7ZBI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0PglIbtuch4/s72-c/100_1320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-2362298314917473153</id><published>2009-09-10T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:20:28.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>every chances counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm taking every little chances I can just to blog. There aren't really any highlights in school, in fact, its not even obligatory to be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M JUST TRYING TO KEEP THIS BLOG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And I hope, it won't die either :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;All the craps ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-2362298314917473153?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2362298314917473153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-chances-counts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/2362298314917473153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/2362298314917473153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/every-chances-counts.html' title='every chances counts'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-5414449872557137150</id><published>2009-09-09T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:20:41.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>staying alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just a short update for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It feels great that all the results are out and each time a teacher enters our class, its glad to realize that the heart-stopping, nervous moments are over :D I love school now cus, first thing, exams? Over. Results? All handed out. And besides those stuffs, we literally gossip and yeah, scream for the class to hear ;)  Anyways, tho school is awesome, I seriously can't wait for the Hari Raya holidays to arrive. I've some beyond splendid plans ahead of me :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-5414449872557137150?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5414449872557137150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-short-update-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/5414449872557137150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/5414449872557137150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-short-update-for-today.html' title='staying alive'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621880382142348794.post-2412143628103080776</id><published>2009-09-05T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:21:00.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 5th blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M GOING CRAZY NOW !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Indeed, I am. This is my ever fifth blog. I accidentally screw up the previous one and I have no friggin idea how to fix it. So yeahh, the only option, create a new blog. Okayh, for your info, this is not a private blog, so please to some unknowns, no more dumb comments. Please and thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*edit*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;School had been okayh. Some results were satisfying, while some others are just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*coughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; way too bad. Weekends are here, something I've been waiting for, and you have no idea how thrilled I am that Monday is a holiday :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*rejoices*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Gosh, life is pretty uninteresting now, was really hesistant to blog, but you know, new blog, ain't gonna leave it empty. Right, my apologies for all those crappy sentences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6621880382142348794-2412143628103080776?l=theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2412143628103080776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/5th-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/2412143628103080776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6621880382142348794/posts/default/2412143628103080776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theliesbehindmysmiles.blogspot.com/2009/09/5th-blog.html' title='the 5th blog'/><author><name>AMANDA L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189772772362737059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
