<?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-6064235</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:52:23.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>`iNtoxicAted|excruciating|pain`</title><subtitle type='html'>My words, my world, my life, my stuff, my shit.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111864799567033963</id><published>2005-06-13T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T15:33:15.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have since moved. take care and smile :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111864799567033963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111864799567033963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111864799567033963' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111600703609120217</id><published>2005-05-14T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T01:59:35.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>currently; micheal buble's home.my eyes are closing. im going off soooooon. :)i tired to sleep; but my phone rang NON-STOP. all the messages and calls. i was so annoyed, decided to wake up.i studied so hard but both papers was f*cking easy, pls.an insult to my intelligence. WHAT CRAP.im feeling something, something suspicious. something big. something close. but im not confronting that feeling. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111600703609120217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111600703609120217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111600703609120217' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111591603926743611</id><published>2005-05-13T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T00:40:39.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i totally screwed both papers; i left a question blank for social studies.8 marks! EIGHT BLARDY MARKS! alrights, lit. no mention.. essay question was pretty well done, i hope. passage based was CRAP. i was totally crapping my way through. oh wells.lit's wasted.i haven slept for two days. am tired but ive got to studieee. (:i've never studied so hard.im awaiting slumber land.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111591603926743611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111591603926743611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111591603926743611' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111572173353835493</id><published>2005-05-10T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T18:42:13.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im addicted: maroon five's ragdoll. im moving soon, after the exams. i'll get to it. :) i love maroon five pls. i just dont get why radio stations are only playing their songs now. not every song on their cd's nice though. alrights. im outta here.  this city made us crazy; you're not what you seem,my heart's in for alot of sorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111572173353835493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111572173353835493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111572173353835493' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111430571941600844</id><published>2005-04-24T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T09:21:59.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you still played those childish games;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111430571941600844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111430571941600844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111430571941600844' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111331087159717596</id><published>2005-04-12T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T21:01:11.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im using this annoying computer with lots of pop-ups every now and then. and the connection's blardy slow.mid year's round the corner. and im so darn tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111331087159717596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111331087159717596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111331087159717596' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111259122094421113</id><published>2005-04-04T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T13:10:09.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im on mcccccccccc! hahas, 2 days!i did my 2.4, the other day. i totally blew it. i got a b. a B!well, meant to go out on friday. didnt, apparently some forgot. one couldnt make it. so, yes. i went on a date with moon fairy instead.my cousie drank my water and she spit something into it (eeeeewwww) im not touching it. i've got that notebook from op. yes, finally.IM SO FAT. just looked at myself in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111259122094421113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111259122094421113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111259122094421113' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111132956624086035</id><published>2005-03-20T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:39:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, somethings happened just before the term closed in. maybe i was just too sensitive? i dont know. so many things happened, people came and went.i was holding on, probably to nothing. im getting really tired.seems like im the one always giving, all i received at the end were declines. you see now, im really tired.i got cheated and lied to; i dont like a single bit of it. and the plus point, i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111132956624086035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111132956624086035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111132956624086035' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111104223360294990</id><published>2005-03-17T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T14:50:33.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yuen mei hates hilary duff; :D she loves lindsay, she thinks she's hot. WHAHA!my internet's like down. modem not installed.i wanna cry. no more songs, blah. blah. so here i am, at jac's place.yes, i going to watch spongebob on saturday!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111104223360294990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111104223360294990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111104223360294990' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-111011715213605744</id><published>2005-03-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:03:23.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my legs almost broke.anyhows, i had fun yesterday. (: outing with the girls! they always make my day.movie bash tomorrow. :D hitchhitchhitchhitch. this was lunch ((((: at zaraaa (:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111011715213605744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/111011715213605744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111011715213605744' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110993732784605496</id><published>2005-03-04T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T19:55:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>black lady's so fucked up. damnit. my answer sheet?!stupid bastard. argh. victoria's retarded. (: i had fun today with dear jaclyn. we picked up ten bucks. HAHA.we took neos. i got back my combined humanes. i've got an a2. (:it's not good enough!!i wanna out do that stupid bastard.LALALA.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110993732784605496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110993732784605496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110993732784605496' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110985569372765770</id><published>2005-03-03T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T21:14:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*cant seem to smile.i had FUN. yay. but i cant seem to be the way i was before;feelings escalated into something so big i couldnt defend.and the grief's yet to go.okay, im covered with guilt.DAMN.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110985569372765770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110985569372765770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110985569372765770' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110966896082191563</id><published>2005-03-01T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:22:40.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*comtemplative idiot.oh dang. im afraid.i need to change. like, totally.i've got to get rid of my lazy bottoms.ahhhhhh!this is stressing me out.damn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110966896082191563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110966896082191563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110966896082191563' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110941876919903449</id><published>2005-02-26T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T19:53:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*yay. HAHAim glad to announce that i'll got a new read. (:john grisham's the last juror.yadayada. it's not bad actually. (:the simple things;played hide and seek.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110941876919903449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110941876919903449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110941876919903449' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110933096662938242</id><published>2005-02-25T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:29:26.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>art was perfectly fine today. one fact; i've got to get my bottoms to work. im suffocating in all these work, someone save me please.star fairy did a EXTREMELY pretty piece of green dots. (:sometimes, i feel im getting to caught up. it's just so tragic.i need a new read. (:did i mention? my geog test's screwed like a shithead.(( you're in self denial ))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110933096662938242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110933096662938242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110933096662938242' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110916919485853380</id><published>2005-02-23T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T22:33:14.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so shagged pls.art's tomorrow; damnit. i haven got a single thing done- oh wow. the exam dates are out. i officially announce that im STRESSED and tired. im beginning to study, do my work and listen in class. it's kinda amazing how i didnt do all these in the past. anyhows, im starting anew. (:okay, besides art, i do my work alrights?(!) yesss.im so very tired; mentally and physically.i miss a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110916919485853380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110916919485853380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110916919485853380' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110908601626069563</id><published>2005-02-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:26:56.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate friendster and this, i'll say it ten times over.the skin around my wound's so tight.and i accidentally grazed it again(!) this morning.im thoroughly exhausted with little hours of sleep.my lit test is screwed like fark.*to you; im just a toy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110908601626069563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110908601626069563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110908601626069563' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110890206988959995</id><published>2005-02-20T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:21:09.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my shoulders are sunburnt.i went cycling yesterday and fell because of two idiots. i've got a big big bruise.:( anyhows, i witnessed that bush fire yesterday. the air was smelling like burnt rubber.my computer has been having alot of pop ups lately.i bought a greeen skirt and a pair of earings. ((:and some black op shorts.more shopping next week.*i missmy king, dearly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110890206988959995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110890206988959995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110890206988959995' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110864414085919208</id><published>2005-02-17T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:42:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had real bad cramps.almost died.luther vandross, dance with my father.if i could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him,i'd play a song that would never, ever end.i know im praying for much too much;but could you send back the only man she loved. (( my father's whispers; i longed. ))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110864414085919208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110864414085919208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110864414085919208' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110864310352420386</id><published>2005-02-16T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:25:03.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*black shot.i've got a big black bruise.i had an extremely terrible day.im broke and some idiot doesnt want to return my last 70cents.anyhows, bio test tomorrow. i've got one more chapter.my fx. damn.  she's a bad friend. only foolishness;she takes advantage of.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110864310352420386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110864310352420386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110864310352420386' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110838260636415401</id><published>2005-02-14T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:05:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>`annoyance.some annoying idiot's playing cny song. it might be better if the voices werent so teh.HAHA. valentines' day~ i received lots of sweets and chocos.im keeping the chocos in the fridge till someone raids them. the sweets and lollies; they're mine! muahha!dearest becs, my fake bestie gave me a star wand- which everyone is jealous of,(HAHA) water-filled glittered test tube. my bao bei gave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110838260636415401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110838260636415401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110838260636415401' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110801453934433571</id><published>2005-02-10T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:48:59.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!whahahaha. im bored.yesterday was alright. finished early. was super tired. gambled; won 4 pathetic bucks. HAHA.am right now at grams house, awaiting for more angbaos. (:yeps,yeps. some relative of mine's like bigger and taller than me.. and im older.:( anyhows, im bored, super bored.i miss my king. very much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110801453934433571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110801453934433571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110801453934433571' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110768034844990389</id><published>2005-02-06T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T16:59:08.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, well.i changed the skin. yes, but im still not done.i'll complete it another day. been on the computer a tad too long.anyhows, i met my king! im estatic.my majesty walked right past me, a bewildered look clung onto his face.he looked shocked to see me.*if only he was there yesterday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110768034844990389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110768034844990389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110768034844990389' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110743368996660826</id><published>2005-02-03T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:28:09.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i met my king; finally. painted circles, and more circles. did the postcards, and the board. i couldnt be bothered with the chi na decorations though. was too tired. somehow, it seems like we're the only ones slogging for this class. it's been fun, all's worth the while. i still have a tinge bit of grief. sometimes;  i feel so tired, i dont feel like going on anymore. holding on to nothing's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110743368996660826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110743368996660826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110743368996660826' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110734948006952184</id><published>2005-02-02T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T21:04:40.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i so freaking annoyed!fucked up alright?! i got so irritated with some asshole in the hall today--i teared! i acutally teared! damn. and i accidently pinched my idert. sorry, darling.today's NOT a good day though i had fun. played captain's ball. got annoyed again but for that, we won. HAHA.i love winning, that's me. i teached someone math today. math for crying out loud. hahas. okays. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110734948006952184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110734948006952184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110734948006952184' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110726119177412490</id><published>2005-02-01T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T20:33:11.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I PASSED MY MATH TEST!i'm over the moon, dammit. HAHA. a careless mistake caused me 2 marks. damn, i feel like killing myself.of all the tests i've had so far, i passed everything. next; there's ss test. yeps.something closer to home; my ie aint working. netscape's all screwed up. im ANNOYED.and i forgot about my edusave form. damn! tomorrow, late afternoon, again. classroom decorations and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110726119177412490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110726119177412490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110726119177412490' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110700674546335575</id><published>2005-01-29T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:00:44.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is gonna be a loonnnng post. (:Thursday i headed for ps with leen, becs and idert. bought v.day pressies for clique. i guess we like making alot of noise in spotlight. received wierd stares when we sat on the floor. leen went for a trim. i had fun. more trips like this, pls. passed by the condo called level z, damn blardy cool.little india was fine. i learnt one thing; threading's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110700674546335575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110700674546335575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110700674546335575' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110675046578498005</id><published>2005-01-26T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:41:05.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MY IPOD MINI'S A PRETTY LITTLE THING!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110675046578498005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110675046578498005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110675046578498005' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110664613427867830</id><published>2005-01-25T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T17:44:45.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>`we are the champions. im sleepy. three test this week like what the hec.lit's today. seriously, i gonna flunk it like fark. "how does shakespear portray orsino..." like i would know. if shakespear was still alive, i would poison him. there's math test tomorrow and chem the day after. STRESS. seeeee that?(!) anyhows, ps on thursday, little india tomorrow. ;)(( yuen's bah kwa bread was nice )) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110664613427867830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110664613427867830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110664613427867830' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110603924636239238</id><published>2005-01-18T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T17:07:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*tired.hectic, hectic. ive been so busy. and tired, and sleepy. there's art tomorrow. fark ong. it wasnt that bad yesterday, actually.anyhows, i hate pl. hate, hate, hate. bleahs. there's ting xie tomorrow. test, test and more test next week. what kind of life am i leading?! (( i hate a certain ong. ))</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110603924636239238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110603924636239238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110603924636239238' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110553945870302125</id><published>2005-01-12T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T22:18:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like crap. the intensity of the pain is making me tear. im cold and my temperature's so high, i have a headache.i haven ate a proper meal since two days ago.  i dont feel human.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110553945870302125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110553945870302125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110553945870302125' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110543371808283293</id><published>2005-01-11T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T16:55:18.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*bad, bad.my ear hurts. inflamed inner ear? i dont know. i feel terrible and sleepy. am freaking hell running a damned temperature. this sucks.i cant stand the pain any longer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110543371808283293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110543371808283293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110543371808283293' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110527023368713525</id><published>2005-01-09T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:49:15.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love mrs ong; like so not. i regret my decision till this day. bleahs.20 sketches?! done zero. whatever. she's so short.she cant do anything to me.i hate deadlines!*art at my own pace.that's art. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110527023368713525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110527023368713525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110527023368713525' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110520254560557504</id><published>2005-01-09T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T00:50:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>only a week and im so shagged. ive got this problem since young, my leg muscles tend to ache when too much walking's done.it aches everyday! damn. thurai's so boring pleassse. i miss mr.tang. my art's not done. stupid ong.so much has changed recently. 24 hours a day's hardly enough.`need serious sleep. haven gotten my bag. looks huge on me. so, yes.*im moving on.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110520254560557504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110520254560557504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110520254560557504' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110476410347878950</id><published>2005-01-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T22:55:03.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*paint it ;black first day was disastrous. simply followed blindly. the holding school's not bad, actually. just that the boys were rather annoying.paint it black? i did. and it's freaking black. kinda miss my old hair color.the only thing i was looking forward to today was seeing the sexy mamas- my pals. tomorrow? tomorrow will be fine, i hope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110476410347878950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110476410347878950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110476410347878950' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110467071442121518</id><published>2005-01-02T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:49:12.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*i will be getting by alright.sometimes, when im not that strong; i wished i'd done alittle bit more.the last words of a fool; i'll be okay on my own, right?i got stuck in a moment i cant get out of. im missing someone i cant see, anymore. solemn dreamer;hanging onto nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110467071442121518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110467071442121518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110467071442121518' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110449384354461255</id><published>2004-12-31T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T19:50:43.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's new year's eve, last day of a very hectic year. yes, yes, yes.and what will you be doing? partying?!*wags finger. you ignorant fool. anyhows, i'll be staying home. spending a little 'me' time.sum things up and tomorrow, i'll start the year with a little kindness---head for the nearest atm machine, bank in cash and transfer some to the red cross society.im doing my part for the tsunami </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110449384354461255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110449384354461255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110449384354461255' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110440828554984100</id><published>2004-12-30T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T20:04:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel; cheated, unmasked,torn, shattered and,faded.no longer the same.*i hear voices inside my head;they are tearing me apart.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110440828554984100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110440828554984100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110440828554984100' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110432424824530101</id><published>2004-12-29T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:44:08.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i read something, it was... rather interesting?alright. invasion of privacy. =)anyhows, been watching cna. fer what? i dont know actually.it's utter devastion.just, too painful.*prayers kept silent.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110432424824530101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110432424824530101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110432424824530101' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110395754802015774</id><published>2004-12-25T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T15:16:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*merry christmas!!it's been a year. christmas' here once more. presents, presents, presents! mom bought this topshop skirt. and it's downright expensive. ive been pretty good this year. so many things happened. i managed to pull through. met new classmates, friends. i was so nervous then!it has been a great year, though there were more heart breaking stuff then happy ones. but im glad. i have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110395754802015774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110395754802015774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110395754802015774' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110353894712871346</id><published>2004-12-20T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T18:39:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i busted my cash on chrismassy pressies.bought mommy eternity moment by calvin klein.mmm,mm. that scent's fantastic. anyhows, the halter's too big.bought other stuff. had like 200 bucks to spent. one more skirt and a jeans to go before im done with my purchase with new clothes.im excited ;);follow the moonshadow,skies without light.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110353894712871346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110353894712871346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110353894712871346' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110337314755246467</id><published>2004-12-18T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T20:39:47.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you may say im a dreamer, but im not the only one. ;imagine there's no heaven.no hell below us,only skies above us.imagine all the people, living for today. i love the beatles,i love john lennon and i love peace.*and the yellow submarine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110337314755246467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110337314755246467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110337314755246467' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110295716397175236</id><published>2004-12-14T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T00:59:23.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i came online at this unearthly hour just to tell you,i saw a shooting star! am serious, it was spectacular.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110295716397175236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110295716397175236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110295716397175236' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110293131767033436</id><published>2004-12-13T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T17:48:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mummy~ where are you?you're supposed to call right? or am i?urgh-my ebase halter! iwantiwantiwant.and the petalbox mini! iwantiwantiwant.have got cousies' pressies to get.shopping soon. with my cash all busted. should have gone to kl. urgh.haven eaten since. noon.am hungry.*you're tearing me apart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110293131767033436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110293131767033436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110293131767033436' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110264889999752519</id><published>2004-12-10T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T11:21:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do something this christmas,feed the world. www.bandaid20.com </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110264889999752519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110264889999752519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110264889999752519' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110248938977138574</id><published>2004-12-08T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:05:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i missed.but what can i do? she's so hard to forget.oh wells.*hurtful little thing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110248938977138574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110248938977138574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110248938977138574' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110231392220369821</id><published>2004-12-06T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:25:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i so bored. yes yes. so bored.met daphaney khoo on saturday at suntec. oh wells. i would prolly scream if it was sly or chrissypoo.whahahs. met some other local actors at bishan and i realised..im so short!anyhows. im bored. still bored.need some new clothes and a new phone. though it hasnt been a year, it spoilt.boo hooos.fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars*; angry </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110231392220369821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110231392220369821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110231392220369821' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110213906277350897</id><published>2004-12-04T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T13:44:22.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i actually changed my blog clothes.but something refused to turn out right.so, i gave up. been at the com since nine.guess i'll change him later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110213906277350897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110213906277350897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110213906277350897' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110198863029258794</id><published>2004-12-02T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T19:57:10.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im so hot! damnit. and it's raining like fuck outside.what?!is this called the humidity level?im ssssssssooooo hoootttt..anyhows, taufik won, like i would care. as expected right?!he's the one with the powerhouse pipes. but never mind.both got a recording contract at bmg!sly! yay! he's got hell of a good complexion. and he's really good looking in person.i think ive been sleeping too much</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110198863029258794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110198863029258794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110198863029258794' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110173541716351257</id><published>2004-11-29T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T21:36:57.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my head hurts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110173541716351257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110173541716351257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110173541716351257' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110164726403399745</id><published>2004-11-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:07:44.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woke up early today. was contemplating to go with my cousie to see sly.i went, out of boredom, curiosity and sheer idolism.:))anyhows, my headaches are back.double the pain's the only difference.im in pain and suffering. damn.my room had a make-over. pasted postcards and my art stuff on the wall.quite cool, i must say.:)) 20/20 was on sibling rivalry.we're all grown up. we dont fight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110164726403399745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110164726403399745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110164726403399745' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110148497505649610</id><published>2004-11-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:02:55.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont want to fall asleep, cause i miss you.and i dont want to miss a thing.we'll have halloween on christmas. i wish this never ends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110148497505649610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110148497505649610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110148497505649610' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110100969211772178</id><published>2004-11-21T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T12:01:32.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've a big bruise on my knee and my two butt cheeks from riding an oversized bicycle yesterday.but it was fun.yuen's supposed to call me back.she hasnt.what?!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110100969211772178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110100969211772178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110100969211772178' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110083363570896954</id><published>2004-11-19T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:07:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fark, is it me or is there something wrong with tag-board?im heading to ocean avenue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110083363570896954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110083363570896954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110083363570896954' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110078609082715230</id><published>2004-11-18T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:54:50.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seven nights ago, my blog turned one.so, happy belated birthday. i forgot till today.feeling rather depressive lately.after this, there's this huge pause. there is nothing to blog about, really.my muscles got all cranky when i decided to excerise.im having this fake british accent in my head and it's making me all cranky too.my body's failing me.im loving angels instead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110078609082715230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110078609082715230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110078609082715230' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110070310362732387</id><published>2004-11-17T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T22:51:43.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you had it all, you never appreciated.all you did was to complain;i finally came to realise.sometimes, it's better to be alone.and right now, this is how i want to be;alone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110070310362732387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110070310362732387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110070310362732387' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-110040686504115031</id><published>2004-11-14T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T12:37:46.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wont be a victim of your hypocrisy.we all fight for liberation,call for a certain something.was it too much to ask? you broke this all.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110040686504115031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/110040686504115031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110040686504115031' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109991483884915359</id><published>2004-11-08T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:53:58.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never meant to feel this way.;like lemon drops and chocolate floss,pink strips and vanilla clouds.when flowers sang of purple and gold;-i want to touch the skies,i want to know where you hide.i want to catch the stars,i want to catch you when you fall.i want to sip vanilla,i want to kiss some rain drops.i want to live in fantasy,i want to dream of you and me.somethings; arent the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109991483884915359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109991483884915359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109991483884915359' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109981164005188687</id><published>2004-11-07T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T15:14:00.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>`babehs. im back. like, finally.so tell me. you missed me?im like bored to fuck. no one seems to have noted my disappearence.anyhows. i was spooked. damn. on tuesday, art room. after the newater trip to be exact.okay. i need a new set of clothes for my darling blog.yes, im off.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109981164005188687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109981164005188687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109981164005188687' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109875508967457366</id><published>2004-10-26T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T09:44:49.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>maybe; i was living in someone else's dream.maybe; i was missing the simple things.my footsteps are getting tired.im drained.my everything could be ending.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109875508967457366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109875508967457366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109875508967457366' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109835737986426937</id><published>2004-10-21T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:16:19.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i couldnt get to sleep last night. i was so worried about my results.and it came back positive. i passed. now's left with english and math.i blew my math alright. i passed my combines! damn, im so happy.combines were shit for ca. it barely reached 45. alright. it's over..yesterday was terrible, i tell you.i woke up at two in the morning and was shivering like crazy.my body was aching like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109835737986426937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109835737986426937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109835737986426937' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109793928646552845</id><published>2004-10-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T23:08:06.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im learning to fall-i bruise easily.and i dont feel fine.before time spins out of control like an endless symphony,i want to leave,*to somewhere only we know. this could be the end of everything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109793928646552845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109793928646552845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109793928646552845' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109785478833201096</id><published>2004-10-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T23:45:12.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>something seems to be happening. it's a hunch. maybe im wrong, probably im just thinking too much.it's there and it's urgent.maybe it's just me. whatever it is, i dont wish for it to get any worse.went out today, with a big bunch of kids! noo, we're all merely playful.i had fun. it hasnt been like that for a long time.i used to reminisce about it. i dont have to anymore, now.i am happy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109785478833201096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109785478833201096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109785478833201096' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109747925688299468</id><published>2004-10-11T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T15:20:56.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont regconise the life im leading right now anymore.i've never realised how complicated things got till now.im irritated. yes, with someone over something. and that's the something that's been weighing on my mind,for a long time.sometime, maybe, when im ready,i might say.but it's hard when no one seems to care, when you're actually bleeding deep inside.no one's there, no one reaches out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109747925688299468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109747925688299468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109747925688299468' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109732736425001195</id><published>2004-10-09T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:09:24.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im stuck, now, in the cold, empty house.and when all you're hearing is your winamp playing songs of the broken hearted,it's tough not getting all depressed and stuff under such circumstances.so now, tell me 'bout your day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109732736425001195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109732736425001195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109732736425001195' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109723783634427309</id><published>2004-10-08T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T20:17:16.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when you're close to the edge, remember,someday, it'll all be over.one day, we'll soar like eagles.just hold on and believe.okay, the above was something stupid i came up with.i got a stupid, fucking painful pimple on the side of my poor nose! anyhows, went ps today.i had fun. saw patrick! and squirdward. plus lots of spongebob.ah, i want to live in the eighties. the music, wicked.okay, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109723783634427309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109723783634427309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109723783634427309' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109713290554176925</id><published>2004-10-07T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T15:08:25.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't touch the computer for the past few days. yes, this feels good.i've been so stressed out. tomorrow's paper is a hurdle i'll have to pass.yes, after that..... language papers. that, no stress. whahaha.the sesame street song's eerie. i swear it didnt sound like that before. oh well.ready..sing, sing a song,make it simple to last your whole life long~dont worry that it's not good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109713290554176925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109713290554176925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109713290554176925' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109671641254785128</id><published>2004-10-02T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T19:26:52.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i needa study, pls.the tagboard's at the bottom, just in any case you've missed it.i wanted a wish fairy,for the sweetest things to stay.but i know, nothing last forever.naivety_</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109671641254785128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109671641254785128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109671641254785128' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109666209180604339</id><published>2004-10-02T04:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T04:21:31.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i did this the whole night. is it okay? does it look funny?yes, tagboard's at the bottom.oh, happy belated kids' day  ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109666209180604339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109666209180604339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109666209180604339' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109662379536611109</id><published>2004-10-01T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:43:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've got a twangy feeling in my tummy. i dont know if that's the right word but anyways, it doesnt hurt; just makes you feel bloated and pukified. it's terrible. yes, i feel as if this is the way im gonna die. yup, it's terrible.the com restarted itself, twice.lols. im irritated.yes yes, see you in an hour's time, with a new skin. *smile!`i'll be your santarina, your smile angel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109662379536611109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109662379536611109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109662379536611109' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109637065099423135</id><published>2004-09-28T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T19:24:10.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yum` the mini sausage bun was yummy! haha. i was hungry. alrights. im changing my skin.  on friday or something.  recess was, fulfilling.  lols. we had like two free plates of rice. it was damn fucking hilarious. then, jac cleared seven empty plates and dropped her ear ring.  we were like looking for it like some idiot... she found it. during pe, in her SHOE.  damn, she's an idiot. lols. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109637065099423135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109637065099423135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109637065099423135' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109619674231784644</id><published>2004-09-26T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T19:20:22.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want greenday 's cd!  okay. played candles yesterday. got in touch with my inner child.  that sounded... anyhows, mugged till early sunday morn. cleaned my room and it looks ssssooo spacious!  hogged bec's notes. okay. i'll buy her chocos. im all alone at home!  i guess everything's back to norm. did some tupiak thing after the paper one exam on friday. we were partying like there's no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109619674231784644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109619674231784644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109619674231784644' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109585692238631822</id><published>2004-09-22T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:42:02.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i gave it one more try;im happy now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109585692238631822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109585692238631822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109585692238631822' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109541796080600545</id><published>2004-09-17T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T18:46:00.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i guess it's about time for me to update?i've got my mcfly's cd and maroon five's like, finally.two awesome albums. yep.been real busy. mugging like crazy.i've got a feeling i cant take this anymore.`you're the angel from my nightmare.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109541796080600545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109541796080600545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109541796080600545' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109411812656014372</id><published>2004-09-02T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T17:42:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i found out some truth today.shocking? no?class was hilarious.-tap on my window; knock on my door;i want to make you feel beautiful,please dont try so hard to say goodbye.cause she's the girl with the broken smile.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109411812656014372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109411812656014372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109411812656014372' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109386042931084522</id><published>2004-08-30T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T18:07:09.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tuesday's child;the girl with the broken smile.she hid behind different masquerades,shattered by endless facades-they gave her life;let her live;picked her up and threw her in;battered, torn-in a silent undertone; she was caught in an undertow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109386042931084522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109386042931084522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109386042931084522' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109340140290457990</id><published>2004-08-25T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T10:36:42.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my new found love: watches; old school rock.i nearly died--cyberweek's a killer. individual work might be better.i rather be back in school;no research intensive work - something i hate, alot.prolly  gonna work through the night, get everything over and done with.i wanna get cds! cds, cds!two, to be exact. jet and maroon five respectively.my blog needs a new set of clothes and i need a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109340140290457990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109340140290457990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109340140290457990' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109265020588501918</id><published>2004-08-16T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:56:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cause you smelt of corrosion and death.and now,  i see a different person,oddly projected.i tried to rectify, tried to salvage.surrended;i know where i stand today, im walking tall.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109265020588501918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109265020588501918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109265020588501918' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109221782946391699</id><published>2004-08-11T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T17:50:29.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nobody knows it but me; life's a little tragedy.))`</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109221782946391699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109221782946391699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109221782946391699' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109204689913236463</id><published>2004-08-09T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T17:47:23.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you're so ironic, so contridicting. tell me, what exactly do you want?when i say, i dont miss, im lying.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109204689913236463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109204689913236463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109204689913236463' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109187143877581425</id><published>2004-08-07T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T22:58:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-when she's safe inside her room, she tends to dream of a place where nothing's harder than it seems. in a world where innocence is quickly claimed, it's hard to stand your ground and no one reaches out a hand for you to hold.im living in a deja vu,i finally understand."..many have made a trade of delusions and false miracles, deceiving the stupid multitude."- leonardo da vinci</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109187143877581425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109187143877581425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109187143877581425' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109143603085305601</id><published>2004-08-02T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T16:40:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>art, art, art. it's art the whole week. some fucked up piece of work im supposed to complete. my life's so.. dey? came clean with some issues today. it's great now that it's off but.. maybe it's just me. i dont know. i dont really care now. im tired and sick of it. your attitude's so fucked up. it's not me, it's you. we're always quick to point fingers, never really stopped to think if it's them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109143603085305601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109143603085305601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109143603085305601' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109117593284945139</id><published>2004-07-30T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:28:25.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll never forgive anyone who does things to hurt me deliberately. end of story. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109117593284945139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109117593284945139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109117593284945139' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109068720494421227</id><published>2004-07-25T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T00:40:04.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i felt a lil bit funny today.maybe a lil bit happy, maybe a lil bit sad.or perhaps a lil bit suicidial.i wanted to be different, i wanted you to understand.wanted you to listen, i wanted you to stay.but you didnt and left instead.so i bleed just to know im alive;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109068720494421227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109068720494421227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109068720494421227' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109058205276498033</id><published>2004-07-23T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T19:27:32.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we've all gotten into the hair frenzy. sort of painted my hair blue, pink, purple and orange. walked past some ah lians and they thought it was nice. =)  yesterday, hair was purple, pink and orange. went out with those colors on my hair. received weird stares. mummy thought it was nice?! alrights. went heartland with yuens, pau, pui and fran. i felt a lil left out? i dont know. maybe it's just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109058205276498033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109058205276498033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109058205276498033' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-109041191636492758</id><published>2004-07-21T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T20:15:04.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>realised something after c.i.p.we have gerontophobia or olfactophobia. 'we' in general.in english, it means the fear of old people, the fear of smells and odours. i finally having a proper post. :) we made a trip down to the home for the aged sick down lorong ah soo. well, it so happens that i was pretty nervous. cause i was sort of scared of old peeps and it turned out that i wasnt the only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109041191636492758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109041191636492758'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/109023476157519701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109023476157519701' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108981013589803463</id><published>2004-07-14T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T21:02:15.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im sick.bwahas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108981013589803463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108981013589803463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108981013589803463' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108953635254529382</id><published>2004-07-11T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T16:59:12.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>isolation;maybe thats what you wanted for me.stronger;thats what you made me. strangers;are what we are right now.lovers;thats what we were then. im sorry that things had to turn out this way. im sorry if ive hurt you in anyway. i just wish...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108953635254529382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108953635254529382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108953635254529382' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108929436654697890</id><published>2004-07-08T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T21:46:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been pulled into a sea of conflicts,which i've played no part in. it's funny how one can do things which one regrets later on in life.she showed no sign of remorse.skeptical.i tried hard enough. i was too naiive. i guess it all ends there and then. the chapter's closed.so please,just stop it.she's all but a loomy figure of a stranger standing infront of me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108929436654697890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108929436654697890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108929436654697890' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108867781346187178</id><published>2004-07-01T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T16:33:43.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*have you forgotten me?maybe i should take the first step?have you felt so alone, you just wanted to end it all?have you ever felt like you were coming between everything?or perhaps,felt like leaving without saying?felt like your pressence worth nothing?felt like no one could see you?felt so numb you just couldn't feel it anymore.felt that nothing was worth fighting for?felt so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108867781346187178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108867781346187178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108867781346187178' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108848842780677590</id><published>2004-06-29T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:54:38.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>school started yesterday.it was, nice?nice seeing the people after a month.sat with becks.laughed like idiots.creating two-colored jelly beanos. morning assembly,sucked. heard some funny/shocking news. oh wells. -越是幸福越害怕 怕它会结束 越拥抱 却越是孤独 没人了解的寂寞 我自己照顾 幸福背后藏的辛苦</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108848842780677590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108848842780677590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108848842780677590' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108834131420577897</id><published>2004-06-27T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T21:01:54.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate my hair.the back's, like, so straight.fuck.condemn the fucked up salon; JANTZEN.oh wells. i cut my own bang though,mum said it's good. =)bahahasgetting tanned is good. gives you your essential vitamin b's.i'll miss slacking.`multilation</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108834131420577897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108834131420577897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108834131420577897' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108772093982041347</id><published>2004-06-20T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T16:43:24.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fourth book,finally.ah ma's making ba zhang. so..does that mean ba zhang day's near?i think so.=)well then,`Happy Ba Zhang Day.`everything's history.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108772093982041347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108772093982041347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108772093982041347' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108737835439449793</id><published>2004-06-16T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T17:32:34.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm burnt.bahahahs.am peeling now. terribly. =)well, i like my tan. had tons of fun there. that place's beautiful.the night sky over there's breath taking.i've never seen so many stars in my life before. the villa had a great sea view. had a personal pool and a jacuzzi. the beach,wonderful.the water was so fucking clear you could see a fish swimming. not to mention a crab and a few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108737835439449793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108737835439449793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108737835439449793' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108678523217893625</id><published>2004-06-09T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T20:49:14.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>`问自己没有你我行不行-got a new phone on sunday!nokia 7600. bahahas.wanted 7610 actually. but it'll only be launched in the third quarter. 7600 is so freaking cool. dont see many carrying it though.alrighties.will be leaving singapore on friday morning. will be back on sunday, so till then, you guys take care. `i believe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108678523217893625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108678523217893625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108678523217893625' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108643073182281464</id><published>2004-06-05T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T18:22:56.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll never fit in, never.been missing you ever since you stepped out.dont know what's on your mind or who's in your life. are you missing me too?i missed the days we were together. how we would smile and shared some laughter.things will never be the same again, i guess.you never gave me a chance to say what i wanted to say. `faded presence</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108643073182281464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108643073182281464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108643073182281464' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108606116035174604</id><published>2004-06-01T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T11:40:28.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back. :)finally, am free to come online.was busy and real tired. didnt bother to come online and update. my mum has been discharged -yay!- on sunday. received a call from my uncle and rushed down. thought he was kidding me. bah! glad that everything's back to normal. am going to jog later. checking out the gym opening hours as well. bahahas. didnt go out today, wasnt feeling well. my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108606116035174604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108606116035174604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108606116035174604' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108558887679276169</id><published>2004-05-27T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:27:56.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, 260504mommy got admitted today and i'm all alone now, in this quiet house. will be heading down to sgh tomorrow morning and the day after and after till she's discharged. am not heading for school. really dont have the mood and there's so many things waiting for me to do at home. need to clear some stuffs. get things ready for tomorrow. am really worried now. dammit. first time in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108558887679276169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108558887679276169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108558887679276169' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6064235.post-108548080782097056</id><published>2004-05-25T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T18:26:47.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if i gave up today,would all my mistakes be erased?things have been really depressing recently and my dear mommy has not recovered, yet. dammit. how i wished things were like before. i dont wanna grow up. i want my childhood freedoms. i want those joys from before. i want to be in mommy's arms once again. i want that innocence. i want to see her smile once more. i want to go back and erase </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108548080782097056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6064235/posts/default/108548080782097056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-socks.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108548080782097056' title=''/><author><name>`A.manda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01993628318567768517</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v83/isuckla/DSC02118edited.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
