<?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-22443312</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:52:56.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIANA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>239</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115944029016724854</id><published>2006-09-28T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:44:50.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115944029016724854?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115944029016724854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115944029016724854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115944026305066974</id><published>2006-09-28T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T18:44:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger's screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115944026305066974?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115944026305066974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115944026305066974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/bloggers-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115944019863799889</id><published>2006-09-28T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:49:51.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what's up with the phrase 'damn sick and tired'&lt;br /&gt;siao.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is laughing at me for being fat.&lt;br /&gt;LUCKILY,i dont really give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;i've recevied good training at home.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;jaspreet couldnt stop laughing at me for not being able to spell youghurt.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i think i asked her at least 5 times or more la.&lt;br /&gt;:))))&lt;br /&gt;chem was :O because mr yeo is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;he always keeping saying me and weiting la.&lt;br /&gt;but we'd always screw up,&lt;br /&gt;then he's KEEP SAYING.&lt;br /&gt;urgh!&lt;br /&gt;chem wouldnt be chem without mr yeo and WEITING.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just going to spend all my nights wondering WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the promise you made to two,&lt;br /&gt;i want it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna depend on no one else,&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather rescue myself.&lt;br /&gt;it's gotta be an equal thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be walking down the aisle tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's get married.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115944019863799889?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115944019863799889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115944019863799889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-up-with-phrase-damn-sick-and_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115935324315844125</id><published>2006-09-27T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:07:49.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STOP ITTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;i need to chill.&lt;br /&gt;i've my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;do you?!&lt;br /&gt;i say mean things so that you'd not suspect.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mean it,you know.&lt;br /&gt;i hurt you,because i know you would hurt me deeper.&lt;br /&gt;i lie to you,to protect myself.&lt;br /&gt;do you have your reasons?&lt;br /&gt;why do yo ulie?&lt;br /&gt;are you pysco or something,&lt;br /&gt;do you really find THAT much joy treating me like trash?&lt;br /&gt;forget it,&lt;br /&gt;you wont listen to my explanations,&lt;br /&gt;why should i bother myself with yours.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not your dog.&lt;br /&gt;i know many dumb asses are willing to be your slaves,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sorry i dont baby.&lt;br /&gt;people disagree,people fight,&lt;br /&gt;if i agree with EVERYTHING you say,&lt;br /&gt;do EVERYTHING you tell me,&lt;br /&gt;i'd be no different from a damn dog.&lt;br /&gt;so if you cant take it,&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was told to ignore you.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN SHURONG SAID THAT YOUR WORDS ARE NOT CONSTRUCTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;shurong said deconstrutive though,ahhahahah&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,yea,so what if i'm irritating spoilt sticky and embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;if i'm so bad,&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt really have friends,&lt;br /&gt;but i've got enough to last,&lt;br /&gt;what about you?!&lt;br /&gt;i dont see the joy in bringing up the stuff,&lt;br /&gt;you maynot know,but your words sting,BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy's gonna make a BIG BIG flower thingie.&lt;br /&gt;she BETTER send me to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if debbie doesnt come on saturday,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go on friday already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115935324315844125?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115935324315844125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;i've got to admit.&lt;br /&gt;my mum ISNT that bad at flower arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;she's quite good laaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;she's nuts,i told her i'd be using it for church,&lt;br /&gt;straight away she said NO NEED to pay her back,&lt;br /&gt;PLUS,she wants to make a BIG BASKET WITH REAL FLOWERS,&lt;br /&gt;i was screaming at her la,&lt;br /&gt;SIAO how to bring to school.&lt;br /&gt;then she said she's send me.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAH.&lt;br /&gt;all because it is for church.&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea,it maybe true,&lt;br /&gt;you're god's gift to women.&lt;br /&gt;at least,you're god's gift to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115927939165876601?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115927939165876601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115927939165876601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-was-damn-pissed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115918822262817742</id><published>2006-09-25T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:43:42.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;you're sad over NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;are you that blind?!&lt;br /&gt;i want to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;but because i care too damn much about you,&lt;br /&gt;i'd have to keep the secret to myself.&lt;br /&gt;for once,i'm pleading with you.&lt;br /&gt;USE YOUR BRAINS!&lt;br /&gt;you are really sickening you know,&lt;br /&gt;and you always pretend you dont care and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;and the worst part is taht i dont know if you care or not.&lt;br /&gt;in fact i think you dont care.&lt;br /&gt;so why the hell should i care about you!!&lt;br /&gt;WAIT,WAIT,PAUSE,&lt;br /&gt;this is supposed to be for you,&lt;br /&gt;so what i'm telling you is&lt;br /&gt;CHEER UP,and you really dont understand girls at all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'd feel better,&lt;br /&gt;a sad song from me to you,give me back that sick smile i've not seen in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You were her only girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The most precious thing in her world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That you never got to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were just running out of time&lt;br /&gt;To say what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You never wanted her to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mom I know it makes you grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But why don't you celebrate the moments that you shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah 'Cuz now she's watching over you&lt;br /&gt;It's true And you know it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just let her go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you can't take the pain Of a broken heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just let her go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels as though hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to think of moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But she'd never want to see you sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Even though I know this hurts so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoted a life to you&lt;br /&gt;And helped raise the grandson too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I hope you realize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That I'll always be there by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But why don't we celebrate the moments that we shared yeah '&lt;br /&gt;Cuz now she's watching over you&lt;br /&gt;It's true And you know it too&lt;br /&gt;You never knew how much she tried to fight it&lt;br /&gt;And when you needed her around she'd be there&lt;br /&gt;But you can reassure yourself that she's at ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And that's why it's time for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't take the pain Of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just let her go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... (just let her go, let her go)&lt;br /&gt;If you can't take the pain Of a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Just let her go... (just let her go, let her)&lt;br /&gt;If you can't take the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw it,i dont care who you like anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i've past that stage.&lt;br /&gt;i've made 3 wishes for you,&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115918822262817742?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115918822262817742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115918822262817742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/youre-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115910924857802610</id><published>2006-09-24T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:47:28.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to be there to hear you rant and complain&lt;br /&gt;i DONT WANT to be there to listen to how happy you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh....&lt;br /&gt;i want that dior bag.&lt;br /&gt;and i want that chole bag.&lt;br /&gt;and i want everything in the word money can get me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;not that i have much $$$$ laaaaa&lt;br /&gt;i want my 28 stories mansion.&lt;br /&gt;and my walk in cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam messaged me saying that she lost half her toes.&lt;br /&gt;omgggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;that's &lt;em&gt;shick&lt;/em&gt; man.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had six damn hours of tuition.&lt;br /&gt;and i want to make popo's room my study room.&lt;br /&gt;i'd lock it so james wouldnt be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because you live and breathe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me wants to be little miss purfect.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm voting for &lt;em&gt;WORD PEACE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ummm,miss world isnt so world-ly anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one wants to be a DIPLOMAT,&lt;br /&gt;wow,and i was told that you cant have brains and beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fly me to the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause it's a new start for me and you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115910924857802610?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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3 days since you told &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; lie.&lt;br /&gt;but it took me so long to realise.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;it's either me that you're helping,or.....&lt;br /&gt;i just really dont get you?!.&lt;br /&gt;if you are really going crazy,&lt;br /&gt;then leave me out.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm being draged in,and i'm losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRENDA!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;everybody is like 16 already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so next time i'd be the only idiot who cant watch nc16 shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;whatever happened to hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so now you're madly in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really,i dont get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but i dont want to either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;siao,it'd be like begging you to tell me the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'd rather pretend that i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115894027123643106?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115894027123643106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115894027123643106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-clock-strikes-12itd-be-exactly-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115842566826457814</id><published>2006-09-17T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:54:28.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't find the rhyme in all my reason&lt;br /&gt;I've lost sense of time and all seasons&lt;br /&gt;I feel I've been beaten down&lt;br /&gt;By the words of men who have no grounds&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;When your ax has cut the roots that feed them&lt;br /&gt;Forked tongues in bitter mouths&lt;br /&gt;Can drive a man to bleed from inside out&lt;br /&gt;What if you did?&lt;br /&gt;What if you lied?&lt;br /&gt;What if I avenge?&lt;br /&gt;What if eye for an eye?&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the wicked fruit of your vine&lt;br /&gt;Destroy the man who lacks a strong mind&lt;br /&gt;Human pride sings a vengeful song&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the times you've been walked on&lt;br /&gt;My stage is shared by many millions&lt;br /&gt;Who lift their hands up high because they feel this&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;We are strong&lt;br /&gt;The more you hold us down the more we press on&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't hold the hate inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what consumes your thoughts controls your life&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just ask a question&lt;br /&gt;What if?What if your words could be judged like a crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn poetic today.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say,sadistic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115842566826457814?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115842566826457814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115842566826457814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-find-rhyme-in-all-my-reason-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115838289539022241</id><published>2006-09-16T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:01:47.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes some people get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;When it's something I've said or done&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel there is no fun&lt;br /&gt;That's why you turn and run&lt;br /&gt;But now I truly realise&lt;br /&gt;Some people don't wanna compromise&lt;br /&gt;Well, I saw them with my own eyes&lt;br /&gt;Spreading those lies,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't wanna live my life,&lt;br /&gt;too many sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;Not mentioning the fights,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away, from the troubles in my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking away to find a better day&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm so tired, baby&lt;br /&gt;Things you say, you're driving me away&lt;br /&gt;Whispers in the powder room&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to the games they play&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd realise&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like them other guys&lt;br /&gt;You should've been more wise&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115838289539022241?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115838289539022241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115838289539022241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/sometimes-some-people-get-me-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115816462430210711</id><published>2006-09-14T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T00:23:44.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know,&lt;br /&gt;if i wasnt so itchy hands,&lt;br /&gt;if i wasnt so curious,&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt have such so much confidence in myself,&lt;br /&gt;mabe,MAYBE,i wouldnt have ended up in this shit.&lt;br /&gt;as they said curiousity killed the cat.&lt;br /&gt;but since i'm stuck in this pile if shit already,&lt;br /&gt;all i want to do now is to get up and continue.&lt;br /&gt;no use looking back finding faults blaming people.&lt;br /&gt;no use asking hypertheiroical question,&lt;br /&gt;cause it's not going to make anything better,&lt;br /&gt;infact,it makes you feel even worse.&lt;br /&gt;now all i want is to study la.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna show my mum that i'd study,&lt;br /&gt;at least show her i'm trying,&lt;br /&gt;then i'd get all the stuff i want.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;it feels like i'd die if i stay here any longer.&lt;br /&gt;cause you are deadly poisnous,&lt;br /&gt;and every minute,every second with you,&lt;br /&gt;breathing becomes so hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;:'(((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant even study.&lt;br /&gt;my mood is really down to zero.&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115816462430210711?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115816462430210711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115816462430210711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-know-if-i-wasnt-so-itchy-hands-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115816197946791415</id><published>2006-09-13T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:39:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kelvintan is bad bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;he's such a dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;his senteneses does not make sense.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;he told me that I miss you like fucks.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he said that I love you like fucks.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;omg,i really dont understand what he hell he's trying to say la.&lt;br /&gt;then he rant and rant,&lt;br /&gt;then he walked off saying that he's fucking tired and smells like fucks.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he's really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;if it's not because i was told that i'm damn mean to him,&lt;br /&gt;i would have scolded him like fucks too.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhahahahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna date him lehhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;wahhhhhhhhh,it's gonna be hell lomantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115816197946791415?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115816197946791415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115816197946791415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/kelvintan-is-bad-bad-influence.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115816068730308681</id><published>2006-09-13T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:18:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still feel uncomfortable with you.&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;dont treat me nice,&lt;br /&gt;i also dont know why i'm so scared of you treating me nicely.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i detest you,or dislike you in anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i just get really quite uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because  know,&lt;br /&gt;that i may fall for you.&lt;br /&gt;i cant afford to,cause i'm not worthy enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115816068730308681?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115816068730308681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115816068730308681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-still-feel-uncomfortable-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115806764056191498</id><published>2006-09-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:27:20.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>看着你的背影发抖&lt;br /&gt;难道是我给得太过沉重&lt;br /&gt;如果抉择 让你更快乐&lt;br /&gt;会放手给你自由绝不强求&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling damn irritated/angry.&lt;br /&gt;you know,i feel so bitchy for being sad.&lt;br /&gt;because i feel so freaking selfish.&lt;br /&gt;then when i finally decided to share,&lt;br /&gt;i felt even worse,&lt;br /&gt;cause you dont belong to me,and me only anymore.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe,i wish that i've never met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127日的分手留下一个好想你的我&lt;br /&gt; 一天一页让时间证明,忘记你是我做的假动作 &lt;br /&gt;我用了多少的寂寞了解你离开的理由 &lt;br /&gt;我没有能挽回你的权力 &lt;br /&gt;除非你能了解我,心有多痛&lt;br /&gt;也许一直容忍的都是你,&lt;br /&gt;一天一点然后会教会,我怎么能够忽略你感受  &lt;br /&gt;我的心已死去好久  就在你不再爱我的那一天停止跳动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are planning to leave,&lt;br /&gt;say the meanest thing you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;dont say the nicest thing,&lt;br /&gt;dont say all the sweet nothings then break the news that you're leaving.&lt;br /&gt;make me hate you.&lt;br /&gt;make her hate you.&lt;br /&gt;it would be 10x easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我所谓了吧！都该放弃了吧！&lt;br /&gt;曾经我还以为没有你日子就不能继续，&lt;br /&gt;原本是生命 全部的你，不知哪天开始，&lt;br /&gt;数不完的日子，说不完的道道，&lt;br /&gt;乞求着某一天你会回到我的身边，&lt;br /&gt;日夜期盼着那些祈祷，&lt;br /&gt;不知哪天开始，不再重要&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually quite impressed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten over you real fast.&lt;br /&gt;and it wasnt that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i feel very chi-na,&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;but i lurveeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was chinese paper,so it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt blogger can show the characters anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115806764056191498?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115806764056191498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115806764056191498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-feeling-damn-irritatedangry_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115798793081845026</id><published>2006-09-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:18:50.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like rain.he's hot.i like full house.i think i screwed up my papers.die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115798793081845026?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115798793081845026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115798793081845026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-like-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115765462819382539</id><published>2006-09-08T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T02:43:48.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dicks's DAMN IRRITATING!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;that idiot made me sound so baddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;but she used loud and noisy,&lt;br /&gt;dickhead would just stick to irritating.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha,&lt;br /&gt;no wait,&lt;br /&gt;dickhead said the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;i was suspposed to study history,&lt;br /&gt;but obviously i got too hooked up in my games instead.&lt;br /&gt;omg,i can jump off the building talking to dick.&lt;br /&gt;she's damn horrible you know.&lt;br /&gt;but she's nice la.&lt;br /&gt;it's contridicting,&lt;br /&gt;but it's like that.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;maybe my brain is not functioning too well right now.&lt;br /&gt;see ya bitches next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115765462819382539?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115765462819382539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115765462819382539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/dickss-damn-irritating-that-idiot-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115762382101404437</id><published>2006-09-07T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T18:10:21.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm just so in love with the girl that's in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so many dicky friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,i'd study finish my history today.&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;i'd nap first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to dick 1&lt;br /&gt;the drift drift song is now stuck in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115762382101404437?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115762382101404437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115762382101404437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-just-so-in-love-with-girl-thats-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115753653104478109</id><published>2006-09-06T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T17:55:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:''''''''''''''(((((((&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to cry already la.&lt;br /&gt;dick's going to keep saying how i look like a bung.&lt;br /&gt;omggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not sadd because of that la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad cause,&lt;br /&gt;like as if it isnt enough to be fat,&lt;br /&gt;now i'm fat and fugly.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even want to think about you at this point already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115753653104478109?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115753653104478109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115753653104478109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115736729347008681</id><published>2006-09-04T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T18:54:53.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to know my place.&lt;br /&gt;i still have not asked.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i better practice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115736729347008681?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115736729347008681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115736729347008681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-know-my-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115718000469696361</id><published>2006-09-02T13:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T16:05:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to want the girl/guy that everyother girl desires.&lt;br /&gt;to want to posses her/him.&lt;br /&gt;am i really selfish?&lt;br /&gt;but of course,what am i compared to her.&lt;br /&gt;not comparable.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if i'm half as pretty,&lt;br /&gt;or half as slim.&lt;br /&gt;maybe,MAYBE,&lt;br /&gt;we can be compared.&lt;br /&gt;but the way i see it now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even at the same level as you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like befrending you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm avoiding you&lt;br /&gt;and i hate going out with you,&lt;br /&gt;cause i'd feel so damn inferior.&lt;br /&gt;haiya,&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like some big time loser.&lt;br /&gt;thanks mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my post maybe rather long today,&lt;br /&gt;because i'm in a falalalala mood.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told that my posts have been really sad recently.&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;i thought it sounded quite motivational.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;short and simple and to the point some more,&lt;br /&gt;just the way you like it.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song you've got a friend is so sad&lt;br /&gt;because it makes me feel like as if i dont have any.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;but i got reminded of lizard prince though.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why also,&lt;br /&gt;she's just a really really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;at least to me la.&lt;br /&gt;it's times like this that i wonder who can i call to rant and rant all my shit to.&lt;br /&gt;friends,i've got plenty,&lt;br /&gt;good friends i've got some,&lt;br /&gt;best friends,i've got none.&lt;br /&gt;wow,that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to be able to concentrate and study.&lt;br /&gt;i know prelims is ONE week away,&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant study.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out and study.&lt;br /&gt;i need someone next to me to push me to study.&lt;br /&gt;jeanette,siti or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told that i should dress up like michelle,&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;okay,maybe one day,&lt;br /&gt;i'd try.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i'd go shoppppppppppingggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month has been an emotional roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why you keep snapping at me now.&lt;br /&gt;certain things you said,you cant take back.&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to "i dont care about you" "i dont care about what you feel or how you think" "why should i notice you"&lt;br /&gt;you tell me all that shit and now you're snapping at me.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;you're staring to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really know i feel anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but it was THAT close to INDIFFERENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting up everyday,&lt;br /&gt;talking everyday.&lt;br /&gt;is not our thing.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we should only meet up once a month,&lt;br /&gt;and talk once a month.&lt;br /&gt;then it'd be better.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i realise that we only talk about the things that bother us,&lt;br /&gt;we dont talk about shitty crappy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think nico is such an ass.&lt;br /&gt;how can she do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've been quite bored recently,&lt;br /&gt;i went to look up hte meaning orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;i looked it up in an encyclopedia okay,&lt;br /&gt;because i didnt understand the dictionary meaning.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;walao,&lt;br /&gt;you know i read until my eye cock already,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to find out what cum is,&lt;br /&gt;but i was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like spending all the money on kim's account.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm a very very nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;so i'd try and restrain myself.&lt;br /&gt;dick said that i can spend till 850000 like that,&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;maybe later la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm super duper lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i talk to bob online.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;then he came to my room calling me stupid.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he's damn ..&lt;br /&gt;he's mine.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and he wants me too okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa sure later will talk to me one.&lt;br /&gt;haiya.&lt;br /&gt;he keep saying me la.&lt;br /&gt;he thinks getting 9 points is so easy.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;that stupid shit head bob la,&lt;br /&gt;get 12 points for his 'o's for what,&lt;br /&gt;now he makes me and james look so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;hhahhaah.&lt;br /&gt;but wo hai shi hen ai ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james is such a retard.&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt even wanna acknowledge me.&lt;br /&gt;walao&lt;br /&gt;he can go be an eggtart la&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i think i'm oversensitive,&lt;br /&gt;over protective,and dunno what else la.&lt;br /&gt;am i really that irritating to you.&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;not say we're close anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i see a need to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on barbie lets go party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are not obliged to show concern to me,&lt;br /&gt;you dont need to care.&lt;br /&gt;i know how that feels,&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like it,&lt;br /&gt;so i dont wanna force you.&lt;br /&gt;i had always thought you cared,&lt;br /&gt;cause you told me once you did,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess someone told you to do all thouse things rihgt?&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine really,&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like it cause i know you dont wanna be there,&lt;br /&gt;but you are.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy,in a very sad way.&lt;br /&gt;and all your words always have thorns.&lt;br /&gt;damn sickening to talk to you when every word that comes out of your mouth isnt very pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying cause i let you do what you did,onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no,WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A CHEERY POST.&lt;br /&gt;FALALALALALALALALLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaahahhahahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dick head is out of my life,&lt;br /&gt;but none believes me.&lt;br /&gt;i just realise that i've got so many nick names for her.&lt;br /&gt;1)lizard prince&lt;br /&gt;2)dick head&lt;br /&gt;3)scenery&lt;br /&gt;4)one and only first and last&lt;br /&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm sure the list doesnt end there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for prince charming,&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i see you,&lt;br /&gt;the more i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go church.&lt;br /&gt;but i've been eating so much,&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna face the world.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhhahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i was telling fatty pompani what i ate,&lt;br /&gt;and she didnt even hear me say finish.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;too much to list already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youknow,&lt;br /&gt;i'm still stuck at maths.&lt;br /&gt;pg 94 q5.&lt;br /&gt;never mind,&lt;br /&gt;i'd wait for mr limmm.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mos is having a FLING party.&lt;br /&gt;wanna come.&lt;br /&gt;free tickets cause i'm hell cool.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why you keepinsisting that i'm rich,&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;for all you know,you're richer.&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt even matter if i'm rich or not,&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to keep saying that.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;go anhd die la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy,post.&lt;br /&gt;happy post.&lt;br /&gt;remind me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies lies lies lies yeahh.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm getting so damn immune to it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna take all your words as lies,&lt;br /&gt;you cant blame me right,&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant tell the difference,&lt;br /&gt;and since majority of what you say are lies,&lt;br /&gt;assuming that everything you say are lies,&lt;br /&gt;i wouild most properbly be90% of the time correct.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt hurt much to not trust you 10% of the time la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has it been a thousand word essay yet.&lt;br /&gt;cause i wanna snack now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe later la.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why,&lt;br /&gt;but everytime i say maybe,&lt;br /&gt;baby seems to be what i think of.&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;how did i end up calling her baby.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;cause maybe baby sounds catchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115718000469696361?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115718000469696361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115718000469696361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/to-want-girlguy-that-everyother-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115708753750869713</id><published>2006-09-01T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T13:12:17.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed so much for you,&lt;br /&gt;got half the world against me,&lt;br /&gt;and  you still dont take a second look.&lt;br /&gt;so now,let me change back,&lt;br /&gt;cause it doesnt make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried not because i liked you,&lt;br /&gt;not because i took pity on you.&lt;br /&gt;i cried only because i was shocked,amazed,surprised&lt;br /&gt;when i saw what you are willing to sacrifice for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;i cried because the burden you carry is heavy,&lt;br /&gt;i cried cause you cant show weakness.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what to do,and i dont kow how i ended up crying.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to think about it real carefully,&lt;br /&gt;i know of no one,that would do what you do.&lt;br /&gt;to do everything with others in mind,&lt;br /&gt;and taking the blame for everything,&lt;br /&gt;accepting all the harsh comments and assumtions.&lt;br /&gt;hey dear,you rock!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115708753750869713?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115708753750869713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115708753750869713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-changed-so-much-for-you-got-half.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115699416608469406</id><published>2006-08-31T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T11:16:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CANT BELIEVE THE FIRST THING THAT CAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH WAS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW,WHAT AM I?!&lt;br /&gt;haiya,i cant be bothered already.&lt;br /&gt;you are so protective over her.&lt;br /&gt;so you've made a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since you dislike me so much now,&lt;br /&gt;you shall hear from me no more.&lt;br /&gt;your insecurity just became mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115699416608469406?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115699416608469406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115699416608469406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-cant-believe-first-thing-that-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115693623530142555</id><published>2006-08-30T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:10:35.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the things that yo did to help ruin my day.&lt;br /&gt;1)you lied to me AGAIN,and i found out AGAIN.(really,no surprise)&lt;br /&gt;2)i found out that you're hiding a mountain of things from me.(you're such an ass la)&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna say anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found my watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siti,i miss you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;it's been987465321 years since we last went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dick was damn ASDFGTYFGTJULK,&lt;br /&gt;she kept laughing at my STUDY LOOK,&lt;br /&gt;irritating.&lt;br /&gt;dick says that i havent been updating.&lt;br /&gt;she must be blind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115693623530142555?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115693623530142555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115693623530142555'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;no school,no school neh nehy neh neh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115681346379441708?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115681346379441708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115681346379441708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-no-wonder-you-cant-go-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115677631735884698</id><published>2006-08-28T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:45:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in my heart there'd always be a place for you,&lt;br /&gt;for all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life has been great the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115677631735884698?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115677631735884698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115677631735884698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-my-heart-thered-always-be-place-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115666178023323864</id><published>2006-08-27T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T14:56:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been too bleach in my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hope you didnt see it.&lt;br /&gt;cause that would give me a death sentance.&lt;br /&gt;it's bad enough as it is already.&lt;br /&gt;it's just not talk about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115666178023323864?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115666178023323864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115666178023323864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-too-bleach-in-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115657176730770125</id><published>2006-08-26T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T13:56:07.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where are you????????&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday,lani and jeanette are funny.&lt;br /&gt;although my ass hurts like crazy too,&lt;br /&gt;but biking was rather fun.&lt;br /&gt;we kept screaming la.&lt;br /&gt;lani cheated in the race,&lt;br /&gt;her bike is so much better la.&lt;br /&gt;the person who created youtube should die,&lt;br /&gt;cause we are damn addicted to it.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;i've erased the vandalism on my table.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;cause it looks damn terrible.&lt;br /&gt;i only kept one,&lt;br /&gt;the group one.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lizard prince almost made me have an asthma attack.&lt;br /&gt;i still like her house though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that they are fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why-oh-you are making this so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meifen ponned with me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;stupid evelina.&lt;br /&gt;congrats on winning anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cut my hair,&lt;br /&gt;but my mum forbids me too.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115657176730770125?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115657176730770125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115657176730770125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-are-you-i-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115642949152851593</id><published>2006-08-24T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:25:03.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just finished visiting blogs.&lt;br /&gt;you know i keep seeing d-e-b-b-i-e-n-g.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;is it the in thing or something?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh well,since everyone is doing it,i shall join in too.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;DEBBIE NG:i'm not heartless la,your speech right,i was on the verge of tears lorh,but you spoilt the mood when you told me to cry.hahaha.you're damn cool la,cause i dont think that i'd ever be able to say that. then the compliment right,i was quite,speechless la.but thanks anyway.hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two things i lack now.&lt;br /&gt;i want motivationnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;motivation to study and lose weightttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;in sec two,motivation was max,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i wasted my time,&lt;br /&gt;cause i didnt get to see him.&lt;br /&gt;he came and surprised me end of last year instead la.&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;talked about marriage,&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;then for studies,that's just shitty.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm in a wrong kind of......&lt;br /&gt;mood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells,prince lizard,lizard prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam sam sam sam sam sam sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelvin came over.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stop laughing at him.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;bob says i'm damn mean to kelvin.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;he's really funny la.&lt;br /&gt;a typical sunshine boyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid subway,&lt;br /&gt;i already told bob not to buy la,&lt;br /&gt;he still buy,&lt;br /&gt;in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i had to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;still dare to tell me that i'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;then you keep buying me nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn mean to him la.&lt;br /&gt;he's like damn pitiful,&lt;br /&gt;buy food for me also get scolding.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that stupid kelvin not only didnt help me get my body shop stuff,&lt;br /&gt;he also never tell me the story of huaien.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i'd drill him later when he comes back home.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahhaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,i really really hate it when  you tell me your side.&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i dont care about how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;cause you should bloody hell know that i do.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont liket o hear your side of the story cause i'd waver.&lt;br /&gt;eg.if i choose to help someone,or choose to trust that person already,then you tell me all that things,i'd consider twice about trusting her.and i dont like that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sammmmmmmmmmm,why-oh-you!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanette :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered to get my cip points.&lt;br /&gt;it so doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i flunked my practicals.&lt;br /&gt;die die die.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt even finish chem prac la.&lt;br /&gt;die die die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i for got what i wanna tell you.&lt;br /&gt;always like that la.&lt;br /&gt;it's damn irritating,&lt;br /&gt;cause sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;i really really want to know something,&lt;br /&gt;then i forget to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid joakim is still in the damn competition,&lt;br /&gt;although i think he looks not bad la.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont really like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming a bfb.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm getting influenced by jeanette.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i love that crazy ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115642949152851593?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115642949152851593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115642949152851593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-finished-visiting-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115617505866042919</id><published>2006-08-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:47:45.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What if you did?&lt;br /&gt;What if you lied?&lt;br /&gt;What if I avenge?&lt;br /&gt;What if eye for an eye?&lt;br /&gt;What if your words could be judged like a crime?&lt;br /&gt;i only ask one simple question.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me,call me,call me,call me.&lt;br /&gt;i need to tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;i need to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;call me,call me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i need to see you NOOOOOOW.!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry,i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;omg,i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets try jeanette's steps of sucess okay.&lt;br /&gt;1)state wants.&lt;br /&gt;-i wanna be skinnnnnnny.&lt;br /&gt;-12 points for o levels&lt;br /&gt;-sam to be mineeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;2)state obstacles&lt;br /&gt;-food is just too big a temptation&lt;br /&gt;-i cant seem to get myself to study&lt;br /&gt;-sam doesnt even know me(it's really impossible)&lt;br /&gt;3)state solutions&lt;br /&gt;-work harder and try harder.no body is born fat,some people just cant seem to accept that fact.due to their laziness,they blame it on heridatry.stupid losers.just admit you're fat la,dont muscle me this,muscle me that.cause that's just plain bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;-just do it.mug,mug,mug.how difficult can reading be.i'm a genius,should be SMALL CASE.hahah&lt;br /&gt;-i'd get over sam.i've gotten over so many already,another one doesnt matter.ahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn protective,&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dont seem like i care,&lt;br /&gt;but shit,&lt;br /&gt;i care loads.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm helpless,&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt you'd be able to understand anyway.&lt;br /&gt;you know how sometimes you really really wanna do something,&lt;br /&gt;but realise that you cant do anything,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing you do is gonna make that person feel better,&lt;br /&gt;oh that feeling,&lt;br /&gt;feels like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115617505866042919?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115617505866042919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115617505866042919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-if-you-did-what-if-you-lied-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115605148178896897</id><published>2006-08-20T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T13:24:41.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>evelina &amp; meifen:hihi.haha.&lt;br /&gt;dylan:you suck too.haha.STOP BEING MEAN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;leilani:i never make fun of you waddddd.hahahah.i got choose my love over my friend meh??haha.yesterday you also choose your love over me and jeanette waddddddddd.hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;debbie:hahahahah.that book was gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmm.done with tag replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanette was damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so hard that my mum woke up.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;she opened my door and was like, you crazy is it?!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like,my friend very funny.&lt;br /&gt;hahaahhha.&lt;br /&gt;stupid jeanette.&lt;br /&gt;remember,SECRET,SECRET.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;under your mean influence,&lt;br /&gt;i started to hate everyone too.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;one day i'd be able to join the bbg laaaa.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;or you can join my sbg.&lt;br /&gt;hhahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;you fell asleep la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sammmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;wei she me????????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either i'm pmsing,or i just cant decice.&lt;br /&gt;fear,sadness,anger and jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;wow,that's a whole lot of emotions mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're sunlight in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instyle is 580 pgs thick&lt;br /&gt;i'd take forever to read fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the ultimate,really.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i would have been nicer if you were a wee bit nicer.&lt;br /&gt;you were the one that told me straight in my face that you didnt care.&lt;br /&gt;you said you dont care about how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;you said you dont care how i think.&lt;br /&gt;you said you didnt want me to be there&lt;br /&gt;you said that when i was sooooooooo damn nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;since you said it already,&lt;br /&gt;why are you so sad that i dont care about you.&lt;br /&gt;and if going back to the past was so easy&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt be so full of regrets already right?!&lt;br /&gt;cause looking back,&lt;br /&gt;i must have looked very pathetic,&lt;br /&gt;although i cant say it with a straight face that i dont care about you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;but with time,&lt;br /&gt;i'd say it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really sad,&lt;br /&gt;cause we couldnt even withstand alittle set back like that.&lt;br /&gt;but it's better now,&lt;br /&gt;if the bond we achived by so many sacrifices,cant compare to the bond you got by sheer playfulness,&lt;br /&gt;then what's there to be sad about?&lt;br /&gt;dragging on would just make me look even worse.&lt;br /&gt;i'd write it in my history book.&lt;br /&gt;it's your choice babe,&lt;br /&gt;it's your call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantasy or not.&lt;br /&gt;it's not as easy as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today would be better then yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;cause yesterday couldnt get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday morning was quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;cycling was quite fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn scared la,&lt;br /&gt;and i was far at the back banging poles.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it's difficult la.&lt;br /&gt;but evening came,then night arrived.&lt;br /&gt;stuff i found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she isnt as strong as i expected her to be.&lt;br /&gt;damn shit,&lt;br /&gt;she a weakling la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time i woke up at 4++.&lt;br /&gt;what time will you wake up?!&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt from that incident that i've lost my sense of priority.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm better at this.&lt;br /&gt;i was telling jeanette yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;certain friends i keep,&lt;br /&gt;not because i want to.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm obliged to.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be there,&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm there.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be somewhere else,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm there,&lt;br /&gt;cause if i'm not there,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want to be a bitch ,&lt;br /&gt;and so i'm there when i'd rather be just sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;it's a burden really,&lt;br /&gt;cause you cant make it obvious,&lt;br /&gt;and you have to really really fork out your time,&lt;br /&gt;when you're seriosuly hating every second you spend with her.&lt;br /&gt;woooooooow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really becoming mean.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i can make a bg myself.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115605148178896897?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115605148178896897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115605148178896897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/evelina-meifenhihi.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115599959837889220</id><published>2006-08-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:59:58.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>debbie ng,you can read my mind mann.&lt;br /&gt;i think this was &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;/em&gt; best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;she wants a bling bling on her fing fing, before her biological clock goes ding ding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with your back turned against me,&lt;br /&gt;and a smile you wanted on my face.&lt;br /&gt;knowing the many thins i've not said.&lt;br /&gt;if this is the way you want it&lt;br /&gt;then let the words remain unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;and we were so close to getting there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115599959837889220?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115599959837889220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115599959837889220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/debbie-ngyou-can-read-my-mind-mann.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115599837883198510</id><published>2006-08-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T22:39:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>never sleep with meifen,she uses her ponitail to slap you.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;she kept waking up and slapping me.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;ahhaah.&lt;br /&gt;but i was sleep talking also la.&lt;br /&gt;so we're fair.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she kept avoiding the topic.&lt;br /&gt;stupid idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday,i hope that i'd hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;cause if not,&lt;br /&gt;i must make a choice,&lt;br /&gt;that i HOPE i wont regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's a choice between two,&lt;br /&gt;i've already made my choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really dont like poeple who speaks in dilac,(i dunno how to spell la)&lt;br /&gt;it's so damn uncouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115599837883198510?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115599837883198510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115599837883198510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/never-sleep-with-meifenshe-uses-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115591066558534544</id><published>2006-08-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T22:17:45.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to put our love to the test like that.&lt;br /&gt;it's stupid,and i choose to not believe it,&lt;br /&gt;but i dont want to know the ending.&lt;br /&gt;how can you put our love on such a baseless thing.&lt;br /&gt;it's not being superstitions,&lt;br /&gt;but i just dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather us,not trying it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad part was,we already made a choice,&lt;br /&gt;right or wrong,i guess we'd never know.&lt;br /&gt;even if i were to tell you now,&lt;br /&gt;what difference would it make?&lt;br /&gt;i cant bear to,&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;seeing you leave,with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;i'm shattered.&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to act strong,&lt;br /&gt;you didnt see who's the one hurt and crying in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm left wondering,&lt;br /&gt;when would i be able to wake up and face that reality.&lt;br /&gt;if it's going to end here,&lt;br /&gt;lets let it end now.&lt;br /&gt;less pain,&lt;br /&gt;less misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sam.&lt;br /&gt;i really really really like sam like nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried in lani's house cause of sam.&lt;br /&gt;:"""""""""""""""""""""""""((((((((&lt;br /&gt;i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love today as much as i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahhahahahahahahahhahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115591066558534544?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115591066558534544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115591066558534544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-dont-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115581987863133126</id><published>2006-08-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:04:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i loveeeeeeeeee sam.&lt;br /&gt;omg,&lt;br /&gt;he's so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;i like guys who can move.&lt;br /&gt;sam shakes like some ricky martin.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to spell that name la.&lt;br /&gt;but he can shake his butttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;that's like sooooooooooo hooooooot.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i like guys with medium hair length,&lt;br /&gt;like not too long but not too short you know.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;sam's love relationships are really horrible.&lt;br /&gt;he'd never get who he likes,&lt;br /&gt;and it'sr eally really sad.&lt;br /&gt;if he likes me,i swear i'd fly to him.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;he's FREAKIN hooooooooooot.&lt;br /&gt;he's the ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;jeanette is really nuts.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna ride your taxi.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115581987863133126?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115581987863133126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115581987863133126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-loveeeeeeeeee-sam.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115573863523349342</id><published>2006-08-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:30:35.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you dont know me,&lt;br /&gt;you assume you do.&lt;br /&gt;we're not alike,&lt;br /&gt;you assume that we're close,&lt;br /&gt;but really,i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;the way we talk,it's different.&lt;br /&gt;people who hear our conversations may think that we are some enemies with deep hatred for each other.&lt;br /&gt;when really,we dont mean it.&lt;br /&gt;and we wont stop till we've realised we've crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not like that.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand the things you say,&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sensitive towards these things.&lt;br /&gt;all girls are the same,what we feel,we may not say.&lt;br /&gt;dont be a complete ass and ask me if i'm one of those girls,&lt;br /&gt;cause it's an obvious answer.&lt;br /&gt;how is it that you can expect me to show you i care,&lt;br /&gt;how is it that you expect me to tell you that i like you,&lt;br /&gt;when every action,every word you say,&lt;br /&gt;shows me that you hate me.&lt;br /&gt;you tell me that we're close.&lt;br /&gt;you dont show it well do you.&lt;br /&gt;dont complain that i'm sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;cause you dont know me.&lt;br /&gt;you know,i really really want to be there,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to,&lt;br /&gt;stop rejecting me will you.&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115573863523349342?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115573863523349342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115573863523349342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-dont-know-me-you-assume-you-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115543759615582016</id><published>2006-08-13T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:53:16.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's a reason why i dont message you,&lt;br /&gt;same reason why i dont call you.&lt;br /&gt;now you see why i dont on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;there's a reason to never go online,&lt;br /&gt;same reason why i have to block you.&lt;br /&gt;we're got so many ways to communicate,&lt;br /&gt;but you always dont want to talk.&lt;br /&gt;so i'd rather cut all means of comunicating,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be an idiot waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets have a heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken promises are a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;you've given me 1000000,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want another10000000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115543759615582016?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115543759615582016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115543759615582016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-reason-why-i-dont-message-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115531388924339100</id><published>2006-08-12T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:31:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>interesting how it is.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow,;today's photo taking.&lt;br /&gt;ahhah.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont even want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love jeanette la.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;she makes me go wiggly twiggly.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to talk to you already.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're flooding my indox dar dar.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;actually,i'm flooding you're la.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more months,&lt;br /&gt;lets pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm f-i-n-e.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to care.&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims are OH-SO-NEAR.&lt;br /&gt;be my motivation pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to be sad,&lt;br /&gt;it's okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;just dont let me see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;i'd slap you,i swear.&lt;br /&gt;let me lose my weight,&lt;br /&gt;once i do,&lt;br /&gt;i'd disown you.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 steps to success.&lt;br /&gt;quoted from lovely jeanette.&lt;br /&gt;1)state your goals&lt;br /&gt;2)state what's obstructing it&lt;br /&gt;3)state solution&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo taking is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;like we're not going to take enough photos like that.&lt;br /&gt;i was just told to bring my camera to take EVEN MORE photos.&lt;br /&gt;ahhah.&lt;br /&gt;SIAO.&lt;br /&gt;i better make it in time for dr.kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so do not want to retake my exam.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna use chinese since i cant get my distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd give you one last chance to redeem yourself.&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who's playing hide and seek.&lt;br /&gt;dont start pushing the blame on me again.&lt;br /&gt;i wont bother the next time if you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115531388924339100?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115531388924339100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115531388924339100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/interesting-how-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115530658834859953</id><published>2006-08-11T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:29:48.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm gonna sound like a dick in this post,forgive me please.hahaha.i need to rant and rave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever gave up something,only to regret it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;imagine,sharing someone you like,ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;oooommmmmmmmmgggggg.&lt;br /&gt;are you blind or stupid or just plain sickening.&lt;br /&gt;use your brains for once will you.&lt;br /&gt;dont come and flare and me for no rhyme or reason.&lt;br /&gt;it's hell irritating.&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt tell you,i have my reasons la.&lt;br /&gt;use your brains and think.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of person do you see me as?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;if you think i'm such a bitch,then dont come and tell me all this shit.&lt;br /&gt;you said i dont care right,then DONT BOTHER explaining la.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont care wad,right?!.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;you know,if i wanted to,i could have told you,then,you'd be drowning in your tears.&lt;br /&gt;it's because i give a shit about you,that's why i'm not telling you.&lt;br /&gt;at least,i've done everything i could.&lt;br /&gt;i mean what i say,unlike you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont say something and do another you know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not you.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont care la.&lt;br /&gt;do what you want,say want you feel like.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm not in the mood already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o levels results sucked like shit.&lt;br /&gt;stupid charlie come and show off his distinction,&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janet is damn funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see,but i simply refuse to show you how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;last year,&lt;br /&gt;nest week.&lt;br /&gt;thursday.&lt;br /&gt;LETS CELEBRATE.&lt;br /&gt;it's one year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you said you dont care about me.&lt;br /&gt;somehow,i'm not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;i lurveeeeeeeee you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i've to choose which house to live in.&lt;br /&gt;i'd choose:&lt;br /&gt;1)my house.&lt;33333333333333&lt;br /&gt;2)shan's house.(it's so big and comfy)&lt;br /&gt;3)leilani's house (i like the place.)&lt;br /&gt;4)sasha's house (walao,the design like hotel like that la)&lt;br /&gt;it's random,but i felt like blogging about houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none likes being treated like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115530658834859953?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115530658834859953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115530658834859953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-gonna-sound-like-dick-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115522100957958677</id><published>2006-08-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:43:29.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;it isnt too hard to believe,i'm in heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby,you're all that i want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm &lt;em&gt;shick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;brrrrrr,it's cold in here.&lt;br /&gt;i've been really easily amused these few days.&lt;br /&gt;goes to show how happy i get when there's no school yea.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the rate was are &lt;em&gt;communicating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt be surprised if it hits &lt;em&gt;3000&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;if we were to stop talking &lt;em&gt;once more&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i would not know &lt;em&gt;where to begin&lt;/em&gt; already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger's screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got fat club.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;hummy's such a dear.&lt;br /&gt;thanks huns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow mocks,&lt;br /&gt;get back results,&lt;br /&gt;then self-study.&lt;br /&gt;oh what joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked out of my windows today.&lt;br /&gt;i stared at the sky,cause i was captivated by something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;somehow,the sky was really purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;you cant see how pretty it is,cause 1)my hands tremble. 2)the damn mosquito net was irritating.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0420.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it became pretty the moment it reminded me of you.&lt;3333333333333333&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everywhere i look i see your face.or i'm just thinking of you too much.haha.cause in every conversation i'd hear your name.oh my god,this love how can it be.hahah.you're love has caputured me.hahahha.you were really really funny when you answered me "HOW".HAHAHAHAHAHA.you amuse me.amazing.no one does it as easily as you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as a friend,i hope you're really fine.did you know,serious depression caused by a sudden blow or impact would cause sudden blindness.i hope you'd confide in me.haha.but maybe it's my fault cause i dont observe you as much already.and maybe i cant be bothered/dont feel like/dont dare to ask.hahahahhaha.when you suddenly become blind,i'd know ask the reason why.hahahahahahah.dont worry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115522100957958677?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115522100957958677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115522100957958677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/with-you-by-my-side-it-isnt-too-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115514556509557383</id><published>2006-08-10T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T01:47:25.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh honey honey.&lt;br /&gt;you make me fly so high.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;i plann to study till i go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;but knowing me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm words only.&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaah.&lt;br /&gt;dominic is really kuku in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breast:i'm sorry huns,hahah,soon okay,i promise.hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;brenda:yayyyyyyyyyyyy.flood my tag board leh,it's do deadddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;debbie:because hardly anyone knows about the blog wad,and poeple like siti,wt,lani and jeanette just cant be bothered to tag.ahaahahha.and yes,b-ball is damn act cool.hahah&lt;br /&gt;patrick:haha.michael, i know who you likeeeeeeeee.hahaahhah.&lt;br /&gt;lani:okay,lets get it asap.hahahah.tomorrow lorh.hahaha.i wanna get pumps and wedge too leh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115514556509557383?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115514556509557383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115514556509557383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-honey-honey.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115505710879125980</id><published>2006-08-09T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T01:11:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; danny,debbie,xinni for listening to me rant when i didnt make much sense at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i irritated the hell out of many today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;i just kept ranting and ranting.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i bet your convos just kept blinking and blinking even though you were doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;even when you were chao irritated you just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;thanks a billion la.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS TO THE MOON.&lt;br /&gt;you guys rock la.&lt;br /&gt;then now,all are alseeep.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm too happy to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;gays make me high you know.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;danny,you idiot,&lt;br /&gt;you didnt even say bye.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gonna irritate lynsey and meifen.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;my adrenaline rush is goiung downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd never say it in word,cause i'd never turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not good with words at all,&lt;br /&gt;i'd fumble and say something completly opposite.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'd rather not say.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again.&lt;br /&gt;i'd say thanks and sorry for everything la.&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think you see the reason why i do the things i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115505710879125980?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115505710879125980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115505710879125980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/thanks-dannydebbiexinni-for-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115505334987484401</id><published>2006-08-09T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:09:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not high,i'm just REALLY REALLY happy.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;shan said that i sound like as if i just broke up.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;that girl,i love.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;oh i' supposed to call someone to tell her that i really really love her.&lt;br /&gt;butttttttttttttttttt,&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like doing it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;NO BALLS YOU SEE.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahh.&lt;br /&gt;oh,clowns make me highhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch many many.&lt;br /&gt;and you'd never know what your every move does to me.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST WANNA SCREAMMMMMMMMMMM.&lt;br /&gt;tell the world about our imorality.&lt;br /&gt;lets spread the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115505334987484401?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115505334987484401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115505334987484401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-highim-just-really-really-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115500526379481027</id><published>2006-08-08T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:47:43.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm not in school today.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;xinhua told me a fire broke out in school today.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's lying.&lt;br /&gt;but you'd never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115500526379481027?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115500526379481027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115500526379481027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115487850423041531</id><published>2006-08-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:44:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm sorry james omar iskandar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're not irritating la.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;actually you are,but i didnt really mean it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i was just pmsing,then you just had to come and disturb me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know i dont say this enough,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i know you'd never read this,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOOOOOOOVE YOUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115487850423041531?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115487850423041531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115487850423041531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sorry-james-omar-iskandar.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115484303396464649</id><published>2006-08-06T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:44:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everywhere I look, I see Your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Your love has captured me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh my God, this love, h&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ow can it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh I feel like dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's foolishness I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;But when the world has seen the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;They will dance with joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;like we're dancing now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I could sing of Your love forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115484303396464649?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115484303396464649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115484303396464649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/everywhere-i-look-i-see-your-face-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115476832170430371</id><published>2006-08-05T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T16:58:41.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday,at weejia's party,&lt;br /&gt;xinni was playing DRESS UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suddenly,breathing became so hard to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S DAMN HOOOOOOOOOT OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;i was looking at the photos they took,&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that xinni is damn pretty,&lt;br /&gt;and DAMN cute.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's her new haircut,&lt;br /&gt;but it made her look very guy.&lt;br /&gt;either ways she want to be,&lt;br /&gt;she'd still look good.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt sleep at her place yesterday la.&lt;br /&gt;i was just closing my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,then i started messaging zhiguang.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he's damn idiot la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need someone to stay around,through all my ups and downs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont want to fall so hard believing that you'd catch me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then crash at the bottom with nothing left but empty promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what happened to your 10,000 promises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know what i want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i dont know what i need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont even know what i expect from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all i know is,that if you dont do it right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd get really upset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but yet,i wouldnt even know the reason why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont want to be the posesive kind,i dont want to be petty and easily jealous and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's why i never instruct you to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd never tell you to stop hanging out with her just because i'm jealous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'd never force you to be here with me if you are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont like it when i make you do things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause you'd make it so obvious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i hate that feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe you know i'm really crazy over you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thus,you always know i'd come back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i really dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115476832170430371?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115476832170430371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115476832170430371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/yesterdayat-weejias-party-xinni-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115480407110918909</id><published>2006-08-05T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:15:48.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lets just say my date with bob was dumb.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;always like that one la.&lt;br /&gt;went for a movie marathon!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;two dumb shows.&lt;br /&gt;1)dragon tiger gate.or is it tiger dragon gate?&lt;br /&gt;2)tokyo drift.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;both are dumb brainless kind.&lt;br /&gt;but tokyo drift got more nice effects,&lt;br /&gt;oh,if you like hot girls and nice cars,wacth it.&lt;br /&gt;the gate show is like an anime,&lt;br /&gt;so fake,so dumb,and so ridiculous that it's quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuitions after tuitions.&lt;br /&gt;seeing you mug like that made me realise,&lt;br /&gt;it's really goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;next year and forever more.&lt;br /&gt;maybe,from yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;we already started drifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so late already,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not asleep.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow got confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;i have not even gotten my whites.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;i know,&lt;br /&gt;i'm pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to get my chocolate phone.&lt;br /&gt;i'd wait for &lt;em&gt;black label.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i forgot to tell you something,&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;the talks where we would talk are always funny.&lt;br /&gt;i remember i was complaining about basketball,&lt;br /&gt;the look you gave me,major haha.&lt;br /&gt;cause it was really really amusing.&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's cause i know you play basketball now,&lt;br /&gt;purposly one la.&lt;br /&gt;i'd always tell bob also,&lt;br /&gt;then he'd start telling me about tennis girls being sluts.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;basketball is very act cool one,&lt;br /&gt;weejia lani sam and i think alike.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's because i suck big time playing basketball la,&lt;br /&gt;that's why i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for all the wrong you made right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehersal was damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i' not going school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115480407110918909?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115480407110918909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115480407110918909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/lets-just-say-my-date-with-bob-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115469123274285419</id><published>2006-08-04T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:33:52.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sometimes i wish i could just turn back time,impossible as it may seem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;quit playing games with my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weejia's party started already.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still at home.&lt;br /&gt;guess why?!!&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really want to go.&lt;br /&gt;but i was damn excited.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt want to go.&lt;br /&gt;but i want to go.&lt;br /&gt;then now,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bob's mine.&lt;br /&gt;M-I-N-E!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;of course he knows me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a corpse in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i baked BIG HUGE cookies for my running partner.&lt;br /&gt;she rox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i got pe la.&lt;br /&gt;never mind.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a pity.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted it all for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe lani's still bathing.&lt;br /&gt;she's crazy la.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i can catch up with xinni and maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is august 4 already.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is our ending?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;at least it was a nice ending.&lt;br /&gt;you've been there till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAN WEEJIA!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU'RE SO OLD LA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE 2 YEARS OLDER THAN ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU,IF WE END UP IN THE SAME SCHOOL NEXT YEAR,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'D STILL ONLY WANT YOU FOR MY RUNNING PARTNER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPE YOU LIKE OUR PRESENT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE MADE IT ALLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115469123274285419?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115469123274285419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115469123274285419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/sometimes-i-wish-i-could-just-turn.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115461838011749557</id><published>2006-08-03T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:19:40.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really really miss you.&lt;br /&gt;the things we said,&lt;br /&gt;the things we did,&lt;br /&gt;keeps coming back to make and make me smile again.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter how long we dont talk.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter how much we fight.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter that the world is no going our way.&lt;br /&gt;though the distance between us now may seem to be too far,&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;you're never gone,&lt;br /&gt;never far,&lt;br /&gt;cause in my heart is where you are&lt;br /&gt;everything that you gave me so far,&lt;br /&gt;will give me strength and be my corner stone.&lt;br /&gt;i believe that i'd see you somewhere down this road again.&lt;br /&gt;without you,&lt;br /&gt;things are just different.&lt;br /&gt;not much worse,&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not any better either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love shan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's love,hate then indifference.&lt;br /&gt;now,it's indifference.&lt;br /&gt;the last stage already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that fugly bitch is damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have to care you know.&lt;br /&gt;i always end up looking like some desperado.&lt;br /&gt;charlie is much funnier.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i lurve hummmmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said,&lt;br /&gt;different expectations causes alot of shit.&lt;br /&gt;what i expect from you is a moutain.&lt;br /&gt;but what you give me is a lump.&lt;br /&gt;how to last?&lt;br /&gt;you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;when i want you there,&lt;br /&gt;when i want you to do somehting,&lt;br /&gt;when i want to hear something,&lt;br /&gt;and you dont do it.&lt;br /&gt;it's not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;but its' not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;but i'd be so hurt,&lt;br /&gt;i'd avoid you.&lt;br /&gt;so tell me,&lt;br /&gt;messy love realations,&lt;br /&gt;tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you choose to let me down.&lt;br /&gt;i dont blame you,&lt;br /&gt;i've gotten sick of the games that you play.&lt;br /&gt;listen to me loud and clear,&lt;br /&gt;notice my every movement,&lt;br /&gt;listen to my every word,&lt;br /&gt;it just isnt the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not the diana that crawls back to you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;for one last time,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'd never remember you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115461838011749557?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115461838011749557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115461838011749557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-really-really-miss-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115457233871738543</id><published>2006-08-03T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:32:18.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a dream about us,&lt;br /&gt;there was meifen,cheryl,jade and weejia?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe when i woke up,&lt;br /&gt;i was in a bad mood,&lt;br /&gt;and decided to not go school lorh.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;damn cool right?!&lt;br /&gt;hAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;sounds familiar???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bingeing&lt;br /&gt;or however you spell it as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the reason why you fight so much,&lt;br /&gt;is because it's different.&lt;br /&gt;i fight with people when we have different expectations of each other.&lt;br /&gt;actually,i'd not fight over that la.&lt;br /&gt;i'd jsut get really upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you showed me how to cry.&lt;br /&gt;you made me weak.&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;it's that you dont wanna tell.&lt;br /&gt;KNOWING you wont' tell,&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a bad bad day.&lt;br /&gt;but i was rather happy.&lt;br /&gt;today was supposed to be the hapiest day of the week,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not there to enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow would be running days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janet once told me,&lt;br /&gt;dont be too happy,cause the same amt of sadness follows.&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;i believe that.&lt;br /&gt;i mean,really leh,&lt;br /&gt;it always happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;like a few weeks back,&lt;br /&gt;thuursday was a blast,&lt;br /&gt;then friday came and i became bloody depressed.&lt;br /&gt;same with the saturday incident.&lt;br /&gt;same with many many&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115457233871738543?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115457233871738543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115457233871738543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-had-dream-about-us-there-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115452807759640602</id><published>2006-08-02T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:14:37.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wanting to know,&lt;br /&gt;and having to know it different.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you,&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt need you.&lt;br /&gt;understand?!&lt;br /&gt;i doubt you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;self-study was damn useless today.&lt;br /&gt;all i did was day-dream,&lt;br /&gt;stone,and hid in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;i was in such a bad mood,&lt;br /&gt;i switched off my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you make me look desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go cj.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;it looks fuuuuuuuuuuun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lani came for mocks and self-study.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna flunk mock,&lt;br /&gt;no surprise i suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115452807759640602?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115452807759640602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115452807759640602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/wanting-to-know-and-having-to-know-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115444891230095940</id><published>2006-08-02T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:15:12.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible that you can hate someone who's an exact copy of you?&lt;br /&gt;how is it that you can deny the fact that you saw it?&lt;br /&gt;how can you lie to yourself like that,and put the blame on me?&lt;br /&gt;how is it that you can be something you're not?&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible that the person you are,is EXACTLY what you told me what you hated MOST?&lt;br /&gt;how could you have made so much impact,yet remain so insignificant?&lt;br /&gt;how was it possible to change that much,and yet remain the same?&lt;br /&gt;how is it possible that you dont see things the way it it?&lt;br /&gt;how can it be that you cant see,the curtains are closing in on you?&lt;br /&gt;tell me please,cause i care.&lt;br /&gt;but the things you've done,&lt;br /&gt;the things you said,&lt;br /&gt;just makes me wanna turn away.&lt;br /&gt;i've got so many questions to ask.&lt;br /&gt;but,i dont even see the problem already.&lt;br /&gt;you said I live in assumtions.&lt;br /&gt;you hate it when i assumed.&lt;br /&gt;so is this an assumsion?&lt;br /&gt;you USED to explain.&lt;br /&gt;but now,i've just became part of 'them'&lt;br /&gt;the 'them' whom you dont bother explaining yourself to,&lt;br /&gt;and when i ask you why,&lt;br /&gt;you said:'i simply dont see the need to'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think of her?&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's coming.&lt;br /&gt;monday's coming.&lt;br /&gt;deadline's monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115444891230095940?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115444891230095940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115444891230095940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-amaze-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115444226128577065</id><published>2006-08-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:24:21.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but if i knew everything,i would have never fell.&lt;br /&gt;i'm insecure la.&lt;br /&gt;happy?!&lt;br /&gt;today would have been a good day,&lt;br /&gt;but i coulnt stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;i even dremt of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115444226128577065?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115444226128577065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115444226128577065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/08/but-if-i-knew-everythingi-would-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115435198898093033</id><published>2006-07-31T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:19:48.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was gooooood,goooooood,gooooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy that i didnt do anything last night.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;lani keeps saying that i'm damn petty.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;look who's angry la.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i keep picnic-ing,&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe,&lt;br /&gt;i saw what i finally wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe,it's simply because i've grown imune to it already.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's me,&lt;br /&gt;but i coulndt feel the difference.&lt;br /&gt;stupid sam pang-sei us.&lt;br /&gt;everything is happening so fast,&lt;br /&gt;i cant absorb it all.&lt;br /&gt;forever lasted more than 2 months this time.&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;I-M-P-R-O-V-E-M-E-N-T!!!!&lt;br /&gt;shan's coming back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no light at the end of the tunnel tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just a bridge that I gotta burn&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Sorry doesn't cut it, babe&lt;br /&gt; Take the hint and walk away&lt;br /&gt; Doesn't matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;It's what you did that's hurting you&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been feeling bitchy recently.&lt;br /&gt;self-study is funnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;really really funnnnnnnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waisted belt,charmed necklace and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to learn that skill from you.&lt;br /&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; how you do it.&lt;br /&gt;there's no law that you must have a heart,&lt;br /&gt;people &lt;em&gt;generally&lt;/em&gt; do.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you're &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; nice,&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;strong&gt;under-rated&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; saying i &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; you,&lt;br /&gt;or is &lt;em&gt;disgusted&lt;/em&gt; by your &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt;move&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; people &lt;strong&gt;loves&lt;/strong&gt; you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ke-pish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from seeing what i see,&lt;br /&gt;it didnt end very well.&lt;br /&gt;i guess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HATE,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is just the result of &lt;strong&gt;WOUNDED LOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115435198898093033?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115435198898093033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115435198898093033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-goooooodgooooooodgoooooooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115410080328714141</id><published>2006-07-28T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:33:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would love you,for forever,till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;but one condition.&lt;br /&gt;you must love me too.&lt;br /&gt;that little bit,&lt;br /&gt;fake it for all i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surprised you actually cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;i was really surprised.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were talking to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;sorry yea.&lt;br /&gt;in addition.&lt;br /&gt;i'm deaf and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;so i cant get hints that well.&lt;br /&gt;why cant you tell me straight in the face that you care.&lt;br /&gt;if you can tell her in the face that you're jealous,&lt;br /&gt;why cant you tell me straight in the face that you care.&lt;br /&gt;i think mine is so much more easier to say la.&lt;br /&gt;i was not dao,or angry or anything la.&lt;br /&gt;i was just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me lorh.&lt;br /&gt;depending on who,then maybe i'd say.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot take it when certain people are sad/pissed/cry.&lt;br /&gt;i'd go bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be very scared and all one.&lt;br /&gt;dont be like that okay.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd be as sad as you.&lt;br /&gt;i've cried enough tears for you,&lt;br /&gt;enough,&lt;br /&gt;really is enough.&lt;br /&gt;no more tears,&lt;br /&gt;give me a smile,&lt;br /&gt;a genuine one the next time we meet okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wasnt THAT happy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i was excited la,&lt;br /&gt;but date got cancelled anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these time,you were telling me lies.&lt;br /&gt;B-I-T-C-H!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bob's graduation thing was a damn shitty thing.&lt;br /&gt;i was damn bored la.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i was overdressed la.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to ask me.&lt;br /&gt;then maybe i'd tell you.&lt;br /&gt;tell you the TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's no one to talk to&lt;br /&gt;nobody know i've got a crush on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the indian man called again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be by yourside everyway.&lt;br /&gt;i'd never forsake you.&lt;br /&gt;give me your life,&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you see is not what you get.&lt;br /&gt;with you there's just no measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are wrong&lt;br /&gt;if you think you can walk right through my door,&lt;br /&gt;that is just so you&lt;br /&gt;coming back when i've already moved on&lt;br /&gt;when i'm already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant you trust me,&lt;br /&gt;believe me,&lt;br /&gt;i really really have gotten over her.&lt;br /&gt;TRY ME.&lt;br /&gt;i would not budge,&lt;br /&gt;not this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes shattered,&lt;br /&gt;Never open&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;When you're broken&lt;br /&gt;That was me whenever I was with you&lt;br /&gt;Always ending&lt;br /&gt;Always over&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth, up and down like a rollercoaster&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking&lt;br /&gt;That habit&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;To find someone to live for&lt;br /&gt;In this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open up your heart and let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;i really really like you.&lt;br /&gt;dont give me this shit okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt wanna drink vodka,&lt;br /&gt;so i went to drink SUGAR WATER.&lt;br /&gt;omg,&lt;br /&gt;it helps la.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now highhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;these 5 words i swear to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIANA LOVES _______!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i know that last time i didnt say it,&lt;br /&gt;but today,&lt;br /&gt;i tell you that i love you okay.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dont say it as often as i should,&lt;br /&gt;but when i say it darling,&lt;br /&gt;it means FOR GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i didnt say it the other time.&lt;br /&gt;you made it so obvious that you wanted me to tell you that i love you la.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i wanted to play with you.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;you always do that to me also la.&lt;br /&gt;you'd make me so sad and all,&lt;br /&gt;then when i'm on the verge of tears,&lt;br /&gt;you'd say that you were just joking.&lt;br /&gt;WALAO.&lt;br /&gt;ahha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,diana loves you okay.&lt;br /&gt;DIANA ROSA ISKANDAR LOVES ______________!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but is such a pity that you're hands are not big enough,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to be ablet o hold BOTH my hands with your one hand la.&lt;br /&gt;i think that's damn coooooooooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my days are flying past me like VOOSH.&lt;br /&gt;because of you,&lt;br /&gt;you amke me see the light in the darkest days.&lt;br /&gt;thanks asshole.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about yourself,&lt;br /&gt;and you're never wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i'd watch you crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanette is my happy pill.&lt;br /&gt;shan is my happy pill.&lt;br /&gt;got amy others la,&lt;br /&gt;like lani and all.&lt;br /&gt;they are damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take my hand and hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And we'll get there&lt;br /&gt;This I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;i wnat to have a FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've been siao recently,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's because of the sugar ruch,&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm REALLY HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;works better than vodka mann.&lt;br /&gt;try it!!!&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt alot of things,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's because my friends have screwed up families.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a full time house wife,&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm&lt;br /&gt;but the maid would do all the cleaning and all la.&lt;br /&gt;i jsut wanna spend forever with my kidsssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;and i'd cook for them EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;i'd try my very very best to be the BESTEST BESTEST mother and wife int eh world.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be the bestest kind of wife,&lt;br /&gt;the perfect kind of mother,&lt;br /&gt;and the most wanted friend,&lt;br /&gt;anyone could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;money isnt much.&lt;br /&gt;i want to fufill my roles completly.&lt;br /&gt;i would have failed as a mother,&lt;br /&gt;and as a person,&lt;br /&gt;and as a wife,&lt;br /&gt;if my children grows up hating me,&lt;br /&gt;distant from me,&lt;br /&gt;or not trusting me.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be damn hut la.&lt;br /&gt;:''''''''''''''''''''''''''''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever you get there&lt;br /&gt;Just reach out for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115410080328714141?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115410080328714141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115410080328714141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-would-love-youfor-forevertill-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115401631253974424</id><published>2006-07-27T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:06:39.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's really sad okay.&lt;br /&gt;knowing that a&amp; b dont like c,&lt;br /&gt;but c treats them like they play such an important role in her life la.&lt;br /&gt;a &amp;amp; b are such idiots.&lt;br /&gt;they used to be so close.&lt;br /&gt;what happened.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm getting emotional cause i understand how she feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is all i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my heart should shatter watching you.&lt;br /&gt;there'd be one thing less to prove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think ahem is angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;stupid bitch,&lt;br /&gt;i bet she told her already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wouldnt matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how blind you can be.&lt;br /&gt;you dont come here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;looks like it would not last long enough to get us through another 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but it's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;you are not opening up yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bob is such a cool brother mann.&lt;br /&gt;i love him forever la.&lt;br /&gt;but i think he's leaving for indo soon.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;he's house would be the first to be made.&lt;br /&gt;that's sad,&lt;br /&gt;i want mine to be built first.&lt;br /&gt;but i have not planned out what i want in my house.&lt;br /&gt;i heard it is very noisy there cause it's near the airport,&lt;br /&gt;i dont think my 28 storey dream house can come true.&lt;br /&gt;that's saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like going holland or chinatown or mustafa to SHOP!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a new phone NOOOOOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happpy graduation bob.&lt;br /&gt;you are a free mann now.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;get married soon la.&lt;br /&gt;i want to have a baby in the house.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i should find you girlfriends now.&lt;br /&gt;she better have a GREAT sense of dressing,&lt;br /&gt;if not,&lt;br /&gt;i'd dissapprove of her.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhah.&lt;br /&gt;you're so old already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115401631253974424?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115401631253974424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115401631253974424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-really-sad-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115399386165478594</id><published>2006-07-27T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:51:01.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5689511990.&lt;br /&gt;now,we're fair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115399386165478594?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115399386165478594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115399386165478594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/5689511990.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115399380633361416</id><published>2006-07-27T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:50:06.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zy and sasha is damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;they are idiots la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no date today,&lt;br /&gt;date cancelled&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being called stupid by you is a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;you're cunning and TOO smart.&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasnt my exact term or fun.&lt;br /&gt;but thursays are always happy days for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115399380633361416?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115399380633361416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115399380633361416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/zy-and-sasha-is-damn-irritating.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115391517331131650</id><published>2006-07-26T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:59:33.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel damn happy today.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling GENEROUS.&lt;br /&gt;lets play a game,&lt;br /&gt;if you can tell me why thursday is such a happy day,&lt;br /&gt;i'd buy you ANYTHING you want.&lt;br /&gt;deal.&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holland-ed again.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get the top/jacket/i really have no idea what it's called.&lt;br /&gt;but i got a top for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;i simply didnt want to leave till i got something.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;i STOLE for lani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're so clever,&lt;br /&gt;why are you in the same class as me?&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love lam shu shan.&lt;br /&gt;dont bully me la.&lt;br /&gt;dont collaborate with her la.&lt;br /&gt;i'd cry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not crazy,&lt;br /&gt;and i dont need help la.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt get what you were trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you made the sticker yourself la.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holland is oh-so-fun.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like it there.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;like town,or ps,or suntec.&lt;br /&gt;it simply makes me HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a white heart today.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i go out.&lt;br /&gt;i'd make two hearts.&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;when i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;i'd throw one away.&lt;br /&gt;i know you understand,&lt;br /&gt;you're just not doing anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;always,ALWAYS,&lt;br /&gt;you're like that.&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later,&lt;br /&gt;i'd be too tired to continue playing the dumb game with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115391517331131650?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115391517331131650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115391517331131650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-feel-damn-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115384218858077937</id><published>2006-07-25T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T23:43:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a chance i'd take,even if i break and lose it all.&lt;br /&gt;i want to let you know you're driving me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;i'd do anything to help you to see,&lt;br /&gt;i dont think you understand what you're doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;you know its' true,&lt;br /&gt;life aint anything alone,&lt;br /&gt;cant you see you're an angel in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i think i sound mushy.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont like to be called baby,&lt;br /&gt;i think that's gross.&lt;br /&gt;and that's what gabrial calls shan shan,&lt;br /&gt;so that a BIG nono for me.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to be called sweetheart though.&lt;br /&gt;i think it's very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;i love you dear.&lt;br /&gt;and i know you love your sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;ahahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's when i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 thing makes me;diana rosa iskandar HIGH:&lt;br /&gt;1)SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;2)COMPLIMENTS&lt;br /&gt;3)YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU   &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you drive me crazy sometimes,most of the time actually.&lt;br /&gt;but you're sweetness,undertanding,and good looks makes up for everything thing.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not green with jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;i said it what,&lt;br /&gt;you have the ability to make the whole world crumble.&lt;br /&gt;GUYS and girls will flock to you.&lt;br /&gt;you have all the girls already,&lt;br /&gt;try not to attract too many gays okay,&lt;br /&gt;i'd get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow holland AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get my top.&lt;br /&gt;they better still have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115384218858077937?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115384218858077937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115384218858077937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-chance-id-takeeven-if-i-break-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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jeanette and ask her to study with me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starbucks napkin is so coooool okay.&lt;br /&gt;i wrote my notes on it.&lt;br /&gt;then i gave it away.&lt;br /&gt;ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a sad sad song.&lt;br /&gt;you made me a sad sad girl.&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was a promise,&lt;br /&gt;a confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;empty or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm pmsing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115374522998025638?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115374522998025638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115374522998025638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/holland-is-good-place-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115366413116700021</id><published>2006-07-23T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:15:31.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kelvin really really is damn......&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;he never fails to make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;that stupid shit-head.&lt;br /&gt;i had a very very bad dream yesaterday.&lt;br /&gt;i was so bored i watched BARBIE.&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt of clarissa.&lt;br /&gt;kelvin realy is damn hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me sweetheart,honey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115366413116700021?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115366413116700021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115366413116700021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/kelvin-really-really-is-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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days.&lt;br /&gt;papa coming back would leave us 0 time for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished karen.&lt;br /&gt;later got patel.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i really dont like naggy poeple you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bob was such an ass,&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;going out with him is funnn.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going out with him sooon.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;he's seriously NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;if he's going to talk about that slut once more,&lt;br /&gt;i'd just kick him.&lt;br /&gt;i bet that's stupid bitch is bugging him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she's so angry cause she doesnt want people to misunderstand.&lt;br /&gt;but we cant' blame her you know.&lt;br /&gt;like i said,&lt;br /&gt;you're so cute,&lt;br /&gt;it's not surprising if the whole world falls at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i hate it,when you make me feel so insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers hurt.&lt;br /&gt;how's you're back?&lt;br /&gt;i remebered you said nobody cares that time.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know what to say then.&lt;br /&gt;but now that i'm so sure you know,&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind telling you that i care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to see weetart's brother's performance yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;haha,&lt;br /&gt;but bob happily put ALL the blame on me la.&lt;br /&gt;making my impression so baddddd.&lt;br /&gt;weetart's nice.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda was looking forward to seeing samuel yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;but,&lt;br /&gt;:( i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm going holland to STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;i'm EXCITEDDDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i was even more excited on friday though.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;cause i went orchard to shop at 10pm,&lt;br /&gt;or was it 11.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;the flipflop shop and urbanmale shop guy are HOOOOOOOOOOOOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;browniesssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;i cant waitttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes the things you say cut so deep.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think you even know.&lt;br /&gt;but i've learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;i've became like you.&lt;br /&gt;i've set up a barrier,&lt;br /&gt;bacause of you.&lt;br /&gt;it's all because of you.&lt;br /&gt;you turned my world upside down and inside out.&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show six sense is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna see her the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lie wouldnt be so hard.&lt;br /&gt;you lie everyday.&lt;br /&gt;one more lie wouldnt kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got so much soft drinks in my house now,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna invite everyone over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeanette,&lt;br /&gt;lets not go holland,&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like going holland,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go ORCHARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a choice i have to make.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate 5 scoops of ben and jerrys.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;shared with bobby la.&lt;br /&gt;we ate so much shit yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could speak your mind.&lt;br /&gt;tell me waht you want.&lt;br /&gt;then everything would not be so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw patrick ng at gwc.&lt;br /&gt;not my day i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thurday was the happiest day of the year i think.&lt;br /&gt;one word,&lt;br /&gt;one phrase.&lt;br /&gt;one sentence.&lt;br /&gt;a lie or not.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115364548524153807?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115364548524153807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115364548524153807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-wasnt-very-happy-on-friday-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115354594288669759</id><published>2006-07-22T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:25:42.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omgggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;there's this really really freaky guy who keeps calling me.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno which bastard gave hime my number la.&lt;br /&gt;then he kept asking me nonsense,&lt;br /&gt;and i felt bad to hang up on me.&lt;br /&gt;then he ask me where i stay and all that nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;he wanna be my FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;then he didnt believe i was chinese.&lt;br /&gt;WTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HE ASKED IF I WAS MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i was like, 'I'M SIXTEEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SCREAMING ALL THE TIME LA.&lt;br /&gt;he asked if got bf,&lt;br /&gt;i said no,&lt;br /&gt;he asked why.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE DUH,&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE I WONT GO MEET HIM LA.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ASSHOLE WOULD MEET A COMPLETLE STRANGER.&lt;br /&gt;WTH?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i've got a nice voice,i know,&lt;br /&gt;you didnt have to keep repeating it.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;it's people like this that screws up their lives most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;WALAO.&lt;br /&gt;he's damn irritating.&lt;br /&gt;i'm never picking up his call ever again.!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;jeanette is a nice,nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;she wants to be my study partner on MONDAY.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;but in holland,got place to study meh?&lt;br /&gt;besides starbucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg,&lt;br /&gt;that guy was really freaky.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;HE'S C-R-A-Z-Y!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a :''''''''''''''''''''''''( day.&lt;br /&gt;school was fine,in fact,it was good.&lt;br /&gt;but then,&lt;br /&gt;i think pirates is such a neh neh show.&lt;br /&gt;they didnt even end the show la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;DR KANG IS CALLING.&lt;br /&gt;I DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;I OVERSLET,&lt;br /&gt;THEN I DIDNT GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went home super late la.&lt;br /&gt;i went orchard at 10pm to shop.&lt;br /&gt;cause that movie was dunno how long.&lt;br /&gt;it ended so lateeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was depressing that we have no fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to react.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to say when you complement me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to say when you do the things you do.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to do when you smile at me.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;we didnt talk for a year,&lt;br /&gt;i AVOIDED YOU FOR ONE BLOODY YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;how the hell can i connect with you this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry berna for abandoning you so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;debbie's tag board is funny.&lt;br /&gt;it always has so much nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115354594288669759?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115354594288669759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115354594288669759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/omgggggggggggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115340597320630598</id><published>2006-07-20T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:32:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're negetivity is driving me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;think about me for ONCE will you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115340597320630598?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115340597320630598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115340597320630598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-negetivity-is-driving-me-up-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115338843878565920</id><published>2006-07-20T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T17:40:38.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont wanna run away&lt;br /&gt;but i cant take it&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand,&lt;br /&gt;if i am not made for you,&lt;br /&gt;then why does my heart tell me that i am.&lt;br /&gt;me zy sam and lani was singing this song,this part,over and over again during maths.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha,&lt;br /&gt;it was stuck in our head la.&lt;br /&gt;but it's really nice.&lt;br /&gt;i like jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like thursday.&lt;br /&gt;drama queen or not.&lt;br /&gt;as a friend,&lt;br /&gt;if you cant accept my faults,&lt;br /&gt;you're not really a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wide awake and i can see that the perfect sky is torn,&lt;br /&gt;you're alittle late,i'm already torn.&lt;br /&gt;you should have told me,&lt;br /&gt;you should have let me know last year.&lt;br /&gt;i would have done something.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt have been so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh,&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;hueichin made me walk down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;we were talking half way,&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered a promise;the promise.&lt;br /&gt;i cant remeber who i made the promise with.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;all i remember was that SHE promised to never EVER let go of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;unless i let go of hers first.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i for got who this person was already.&lt;br /&gt;now that i think of this promise,&lt;br /&gt;i'm really touched.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can accept your faults,&lt;br /&gt;can you?&lt;br /&gt;i saw you change before my very eyes.&lt;br /&gt;it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;i think i know how she felt when she saw me change.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sometimes it's wrong to walk away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;though you think it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm sorry okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the song is just sad.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna type it out.&lt;br /&gt;goshhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;how hard can forgiving me be.&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i hurt you bad or anything wad.&lt;br /&gt;or did i?&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;WALAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told weiting alot of crap during chem.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need help in chem.&lt;br /&gt;and all other subjects.&lt;br /&gt;i need a study partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow does not look like a good day.&lt;br /&gt;it's so fast.&lt;br /&gt;it's one year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause i love and lost,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the day i let you go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115338843878565920?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115338843878565920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115329645549911748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115329645549911748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/keira-knightley-is-hooooooooot.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115329638448663970</id><published>2006-07-19T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T16:06:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you're the apple of my eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies when you are at home,&lt;br /&gt;ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karen's coming later.&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont ask for much.&lt;br /&gt;you're damn asdfghjkl you know.&lt;br /&gt;lets take yesterday for example,&lt;br /&gt;you were'nt even there la.&lt;br /&gt;stupid neh neh.&lt;br /&gt;even sumo helped me,&lt;br /&gt;and she doesnt even like me.&lt;br /&gt;you leh,&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt go school today.&lt;br /&gt;ahah.&lt;br /&gt;then mama called.&lt;br /&gt;she said i was lousy.&lt;br /&gt;HMPT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont take baby away from meeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;:'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all you're friends seem to have better things to do&lt;br /&gt;you'd still be okay.&lt;br /&gt;just try alittle harder.&lt;br /&gt;cause you're that close to being PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;it's their loss honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept super early la.&lt;br /&gt;after hanging up,&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;then woke up at 12??&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i'm a pig la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go schooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in lurvvvvvvvvvvvvve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i HATE people who gets into realtionships after knowing the person for 1 month.&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;you knew that person in late june la,&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;you're toghether with him.&lt;br /&gt;wth?!&lt;br /&gt;you dont even like him in the first place okay.&lt;br /&gt;you're damn asshole la.&lt;br /&gt;you are together with someone you dont even like???!!!&lt;br /&gt;you look so desperate you know.&lt;br /&gt;and this is nto the first time it happened.&lt;br /&gt;okay,you're seriously grossing me out.&lt;br /&gt;you're worse than a player la,&lt;br /&gt;how dare you bitch about her when you're even worse than her.&lt;br /&gt;at least,&lt;br /&gt;she told him that it's impossible right.&lt;br /&gt;it's his stupidity for wanting to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like sony,&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna get a sony mp3,a sony camera and MAYBE a sony phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why,&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prelims are coming.&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a study partner.&lt;br /&gt;teach me chem and ss and history and bio and accounts and lit and maths pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel fat.&lt;br /&gt;i should go swim later.&lt;br /&gt;karen better not be late.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115329638448663970?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115329638448663970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115329638448663970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-apple-of-my-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115322426431988074</id><published>2006-07-18T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:04:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're soo cuteeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not surprised if the whole world falls at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but really,&lt;br /&gt;if i could,&lt;br /&gt;i would have fallen for you nong nong ago.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;it's an impossible love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;she's never there,&lt;br /&gt;when i want her to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i just realise prince of tennis is really cooooooooooooool.&lt;br /&gt;but it's getting gross la,&lt;br /&gt;cause they are all GAY.&lt;br /&gt;and it is really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE WEEJIA.&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE AND ONLY HER.&lt;br /&gt;no one would have made my timing like that,&lt;br /&gt;N-O-N-E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;she really damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is so mean to her la.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;she can get on people's nerves at times.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weejia is gonna make me browniesssssss.&lt;br /&gt;i'm E-X-C-I-T-E-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alfian is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;dominic is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;haiya,&lt;br /&gt;almost all the guys are driving me nuts la.&lt;br /&gt;USELESS CREATURES.&lt;br /&gt;nice to see only lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i really fall for you,i'm deadddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot MUST not like someone i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 was.....&lt;br /&gt;but i passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said thanks to sumo okay.&lt;br /&gt;i think she's weird.&lt;br /&gt;she's so nice to me when she hates me.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;SIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont like how certain people type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray to god to give me one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;no one makes me smile like you do.&lt;br /&gt;not even my crushes.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;do you know now how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;so dont break my hear already la.&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;i'm not like you.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i cry like a little school girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME LARH.&lt;br /&gt;THEN SAM AND JEANETTE INSISTED THAT I GO FOR MY MOCKS.&lt;br /&gt;PTHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not that i'm damn free or anything.&lt;br /&gt;it's because you mean enough for me to sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;things like that,&lt;br /&gt;do you understand??&lt;br /&gt;but it okay.&lt;br /&gt;cause i THINK you care.&lt;br /&gt;T-H-I-N-K.&lt;br /&gt;i'd bake for you to show you that i mean my thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;sam is funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to apologise THAT badly.&lt;br /&gt;i was young and naive last year.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me pleasee.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me,&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be the one getting angry la.&lt;br /&gt;dont be so petty la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow looks like a good day to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115322426431988074?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115322426431988074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115322426431988074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/youre-soo-cuteeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115314595239501087</id><published>2006-07-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T22:19:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dont be angry already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'm very sincere this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i didnt know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dont be angry already la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i was only playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115314595239501087?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115314595239501087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115314595239501087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115313163173506322</id><published>2006-07-17T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:20:31.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow is 2.4.&lt;br /&gt;dieeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;i'm so scared laaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;weejia said she may run all 12 rounds with me.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but even if she doesnt,&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine with it.&lt;br /&gt;cause i got TWO SPARETIRES.&lt;br /&gt;hahhah.&lt;br /&gt;joking la.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY TWO SPARETIRES.&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE VERY VERY NICE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;i love them okay.&lt;br /&gt;they are not sparetires.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LANI TAY,TANWEEJIA  AND  DEBBIE NG.&lt;br /&gt;happy??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you are damn stupid.&lt;br /&gt;it's because i like her,&lt;br /&gt;that's why i'm concerned right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like as if nothing i do now can change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was listening,&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how come i woke up,&lt;br /&gt;but no idiot woke me up la.&lt;br /&gt;i just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry that i told everyone.&lt;br /&gt;i know you are not THAT petty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got such a horrible seat in the exam.&lt;br /&gt;actually,&lt;br /&gt;xinni was quite nice to sit next to.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum flew off already.&lt;br /&gt;:((((((((((((((((((&lt;br /&gt;no more mummy.&lt;br /&gt;she didnt even tell us she was going off la.&lt;br /&gt;WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;but it's okay,&lt;br /&gt;cause she'd be back next week.&lt;br /&gt;:)))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even speak a word to her.&lt;br /&gt;or did i?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm PREGNANT.&lt;br /&gt;and so is lani.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;but mine is TWINSSSSSSSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;i''d bring the dumb stuff tomorrow la.&lt;br /&gt;pregnant people cant do without it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115313163173506322?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115313163173506322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115313163173506322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/tomorrow-is-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115306272482942339</id><published>2006-07-16T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T23:12:04.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the reason why,&lt;br /&gt;is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;but i think,&lt;br /&gt;my nightmare has began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;debbie ng,&lt;br /&gt;I FRIEND YOU LA.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT CRYING,dont keep telling me to not cry.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;you got zy thinking that i cry everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;my brain is not working.&lt;br /&gt;it NORMALLY works okay.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;bully me only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it feels like you dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry,i'm sorry,i'm sorry,i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i'm begging you,pleading you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me will you.&lt;br /&gt;you always have to act so indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;i cant even apologise for all i did.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really THAT close to just flying to trinity NOW.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to fly off NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurt me bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 is comming.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY RUNNING PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;she's so special,&lt;br /&gt;i only get to run with her ONCE A YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad because she knows.&lt;br /&gt;because i can guess what she's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;because i've made a fool of myself,&lt;br /&gt;and made you look bad.&lt;br /&gt;i've exposed the weaker side of you.&lt;br /&gt;i've denied your exsistance.&lt;br /&gt;got you confused,&lt;br /&gt;hurt you,insulted you,brought you somewhere you didnt want to go.&lt;br /&gt;now,you've done the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;SO ARE YOU HAPPY NOW??!!&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU HAPPY THAT WE ARE EVEN NOW?!&lt;br /&gt;cause when revenge ends,&lt;br /&gt;promise that we'd put this behind.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of all the games.&lt;br /&gt;mind games.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;so now you've got a common enemy.&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure school will be just GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;because....&lt;br /&gt;you'd never understand.&lt;br /&gt;i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knows.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i'm gonna cry.&lt;br /&gt;cause i've expected this.&lt;br /&gt;i'm expecting worse tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm praying.pleading.&lt;br /&gt;it's not as bad as i imagined it.&lt;br /&gt;tell me please.&lt;br /&gt;i could trust you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115306272482942339?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115306272482942339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115306272482942339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/reason-why-is-so-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115297942275529966</id><published>2006-07-15T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:03:42.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's sad,&lt;br /&gt;SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;it's a sad sad situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mistake caused another of your burden.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's better to stay like this.&lt;br /&gt;at least,&lt;br /&gt;you wouldnt feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;that is,if you will feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna take chances.&lt;br /&gt;you have a bad life just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you liked the surprise shan.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening to my crap.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;chill okay.&lt;br /&gt;dont be irritated/pissed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i like going out with you.&lt;br /&gt;cause different things always happen.&lt;br /&gt;never once have any of my friends drop a blastic bag with 3 bars of soap,a book and a softtoy down.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;it even landed on that pititful guy.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to watch the movie badly.&lt;br /&gt;i guess,another time lorh.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i love fishes.&lt;br /&gt;and we must go fish and co.&lt;br /&gt;i hate great world.&lt;br /&gt;welcome to my life.&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's random enough for yout o understand.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;hot guy.&lt;br /&gt;i still like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out with weejia and xinni and lani and jeanette.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get anything.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;xinni is nice.&lt;br /&gt;then SURPRISE for shan.&lt;br /&gt;BLACKout was damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;PERFECT TIMING.&lt;br /&gt;nice fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thusday was too happy a day.&lt;br /&gt;he decided to punish me on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gramma isnt good enough.&lt;br /&gt;i cant play with my words as well as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i better start being nicer to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the barier is broken.&lt;br /&gt;i've came to know why.&lt;br /&gt;so all along.&lt;br /&gt;it was really me,&lt;br /&gt;who did'nt see what i made you go through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115297942275529966?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115297942275529966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115297942275529966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-sad-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115287796311423900</id><published>2006-07-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:52:43.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Constantly girl you're on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;and girl I think about you all of the time&lt;br /&gt;and even though words are hard to say,&lt;br /&gt;girl I miss you, never thought I'd feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;If you keep on taking, my heart you'll be breaking so why do you do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;You know how I'm feeling it's you I believe in baby can't you see that I need you?&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see your face I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's you.&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you know you're driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to help you to see, I don't think you understand what you're doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's true.&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I want to call you baby.&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's you.&lt;br /&gt;I say a prayer that you'll come back to me lady.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't anything alone can't you see you're an angel in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;everyday you're closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's there when I call your name,&lt;br /&gt;and nights are cold girl without your flame.&lt;br /&gt;But if I could girl I'd make you see.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sorry, and that I need you here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Every day reminisce with the past&lt;br /&gt;of a love that we thought would last.&lt;br /&gt;How we used to be when it was you and me.&lt;br /&gt;How did it all disappear so fast.&lt;br /&gt;There are days that I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;there are things that I now regret.&lt;br /&gt;I was there for you when you were there for me, and I was thinkin' we were set.&lt;br /&gt;Every night when I'm laying in my bed&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice going round in my head, think of all the things I could have done and all those things I could have said.&lt;br /&gt;I really will make it up to you&lt;br /&gt;I know now what I've got to do,&lt;br /&gt;It took time but now I've realised how much I'm missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a sad day.&lt;br /&gt;everyone said that i'm mean to her,&lt;br /&gt;except one.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;i'd bring us back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;i would never break this promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115287796311423900?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115287796311423900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115287796311423900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/constantly-girl-youre-on-my-mind-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115279313284667390</id><published>2006-07-13T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:18:52.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;not because of what debbie said.&lt;br /&gt;that's plain dumb.&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt even supporting me,&lt;br /&gt;she was holding me like paper like that la.&lt;br /&gt;if i were to fall,&lt;br /&gt;she wont even be able to help me in anyway&lt;br /&gt;and i was only looking at TANWEEJIA.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TANWEEJIA.&lt;br /&gt;i was happy all along okay.&lt;br /&gt;during ss we were laughing our asses off la.&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling through out the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;i remembered the reason why already.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;we went out.&lt;br /&gt;sam JUST HAD TO sabo me.&lt;br /&gt;SHE JUST HAD TO.&lt;br /&gt;she watch out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'd make her suffer.&lt;br /&gt;i think weiting was damn stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;she just stared at me and gave me that look.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;YES,I WENT OUT WITH HER LA.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY OR NOT?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm not lying this time.&lt;br /&gt;hahah,&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i finally asked her to teach me how to make hearts.&lt;br /&gt;but she said i was hopeless and left me to rot again.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i was rather happy that i didtn see.&lt;br /&gt;i would have :'(&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt want to,&lt;br /&gt;not infront of her.&lt;br /&gt;then i felt bad okay,&lt;br /&gt;cause i was being damn mean.&lt;br /&gt;so i became nicer when she came back.&lt;br /&gt;lani and i were almost sleeping la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know my place nowwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'd never ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;step one is accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;now,all i have to do is to mantain it,&lt;br /&gt;i only have one last barrier,&lt;br /&gt;i want to know WHYYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;okay,&lt;br /&gt;i want nokia this time.&lt;br /&gt;maybe 5500???&lt;br /&gt;wait for it to come out first larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost died doing 2.4.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like miss quek.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,&lt;br /&gt;she's such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i hate sumo.&lt;br /&gt;i think weejia was damn amused la,&lt;br /&gt;cause i told her that i hate sumo,&lt;br /&gt;and i was on the Verge of FAINTING la.&lt;br /&gt;she's such a neh neh,&lt;br /&gt;she said the same thing SURE always happen to me every year,&lt;br /&gt;ashma,fainting,vomiting,and cramps after my 2.4.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;NOT MY FAULT LA,&lt;br /&gt;FAT PEOPLE CANNOT RUN YOU SEE.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;sam wants to run 2.4 tomorrow again.&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME,&lt;br /&gt;i'm CORRECT LA.&lt;br /&gt;it's ralph.(i dunno how to spell)&lt;br /&gt;cheat me for so long.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was the one who never saw what i did to you?&lt;br /&gt;forgive me please.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be how it was.&lt;br /&gt;i cant see you cry,&lt;br /&gt;i'd end up dying.&lt;br /&gt;4 more months to O level.&lt;br /&gt;stop all your shit.&lt;br /&gt;stop thinking nonsense,&lt;br /&gt;and just work hard okay.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna go trinityyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chenlaoshi is an ass,&lt;br /&gt;she saw her photo and kept commenting how cute she was.&lt;br /&gt;like wth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate sumo,i hate sumo,i hate sumo,i hate sumo.i can bitch about her for hours.she such a BITCH.a damn HYPOCRITE.nad her friends are seriously BLIND.i dont care if her friends and her hate me,cause i dont like you either.and from what i have today.i'm DAMN BLOODY HAPPY.i forgot what cause this hatred toward her.but she's such a bitch.and i was telling karen la,if she's like that,her friends aint any better.BIRDS OF FEATHERS FLOCK TOGETHER YOU SEE,that why they're all "GOOD FRIENDS" i wouldnt be shock if everyone in that "one big FAMILY"hates each other.haiya,why the hell do i care anyway,in5 months time,she'd be going downhill already.and unless her bunch of friends change NOW,they'll lose their lifesupport.JEANETTE YUEN IS DAMN MEAN.bitching with her is funnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;i really cannot trust someone who betrayed their own friends?&lt;br /&gt;that's just too much.&lt;br /&gt;how can you ever feel secure around someone who bitches about her best friend?&lt;br /&gt;would'nt you wonder if she'll bitch about you too?&lt;br /&gt;you'd never know what she's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;you'd never know when would it be your turn to get outcasted.&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why i dont like her,&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i feel that she have the ability to make everyone turn their backs against you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i know she hates me,&lt;br /&gt;telling you i dont care would be a lie,&lt;br /&gt;but at least,&lt;br /&gt;the furthest she could cut was just that deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weejia enjoyed the muffinssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;she said she'd run with me again on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;she's so nice can.&lt;br /&gt;not like debbie la.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;ask her to run like will kill her or something.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to her,it's WEEJIA that ran with me last year.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i love my running partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT CRYING.&lt;br /&gt;FROM YESTERDAY TILL TODAY,&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT CRYING.&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS TRY TO REFRAIN FROM CRYING IN SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;AND I WOULD NEVER EVER WANT HER TO SEE ME CRY.&lt;br /&gt;MAKES ME LOOK LIKE SOME DAMN WEAK ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT CRYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,today is a long long post.&lt;br /&gt;i feel naggy again.&lt;br /&gt;but dear would not read today's one i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOBOTTO SMELLS EXACTLY LIKE HER.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE BOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB.&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY I LIKE HIS ZARA PERFUME TOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shan's funny.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;she's NOT the love of my life,&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm adorable.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;or so she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hearts are still not forming.&lt;br /&gt;i'd suddenly very :(&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;shan's right.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna get hurt again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST I'M NOT A FAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't show you how i really feel,&lt;br /&gt;cause i know you'd avoid me again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for being so damn bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;it's all for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;i'm selfish.&lt;br /&gt;forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;because of you,i'm afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115279313284667390?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115279313284667390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115279313284667390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115269452191332944</id><published>2006-07-12T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T16:55:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:'(&lt;br /&gt;i got my phone back.&lt;br /&gt;i missed itttttt.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i wanna get another one.&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposaed to bake muffins for weejia,&lt;br /&gt;but if it screws up,i'd tell weejia that i was lazy or something.&lt;br /&gt;hahaah&lt;br /&gt;but even if it's nice,&lt;br /&gt;it's only for weejia and gang.&lt;br /&gt;4b is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i brought 40++ 50  brownies,&lt;br /&gt;and before recess even started,&lt;br /&gt;it was all gone la.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;actually not really,cause i reserved two for shu rong.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;i was SUPPOSED to be happy today.&lt;br /&gt;but she didnt come,&lt;br /&gt;she never knows how to choose her dates well.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;but then everyone liked the brownies,&lt;br /&gt;so i was :)&lt;br /&gt;then bio came and i was :'(&lt;br /&gt;after bio i was just &gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;i think i better call her.&lt;br /&gt;EXCUSE ME,&lt;br /&gt;i was the one who is supposed to be PETTY,SPOILT AND SENSITIVE.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not willing to change roles with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont make me feel like i'm always in the wrong will you?!&lt;br /&gt;you'd make me go crazy if this continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to know my place,&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna know NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115269452191332944?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115269452191332944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115269452191332944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-got-my-phone-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115262638867297588</id><published>2006-07-11T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:59:48.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so in the end we baked brownies instead.&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;it's damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT CARE.&lt;br /&gt;lani makes people :(&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we almost cried okay.&lt;br /&gt;cause of that message la.&lt;br /&gt;it was damn....sad?or should i say sweet?&lt;br /&gt;everything i do,i do for you.&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;i maybe petty and all.&lt;br /&gt;i'm easily jealous,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;i maybe jealous and all.&lt;br /&gt;but i would'nt bitch about you just cause i'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;like wth?!&lt;br /&gt;so this is how much you know me la.&lt;br /&gt;everyone loves you, but i just wanna hate you.&lt;br /&gt;i've seriously lost touch with didi and dear.&lt;br /&gt;1 month seems so longggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;lani just left not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;she's kuku la.&lt;br /&gt;but i love her.&lt;br /&gt;happy?&lt;br /&gt;i feel baddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;i saw them today,&lt;br /&gt;i dont think it ended very well.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i was telling lani that everytime i see her,&lt;br /&gt;my heart pain la.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN SAD OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S DAMN PITITFUL.&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda happy today.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for showing to me that you dont hate me.&lt;br /&gt;lani says you're not the kind that would care.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'D SHARE MY BROWNIES TOMORROW WITH YOU.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;but you'd be thinking that there's love potion la.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;i was so scared of being in the same bus stop as....&lt;br /&gt;then i crossed over to take the other 195 bus.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt wanna tell her cause i was afraid of how she would react.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm over reacting myself.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not having my menses.&lt;br /&gt;okay,that was random.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'm pms-ing.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;lani keeps doing the ass tea you pee eye dee thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh,if you're slow,it spells.s-t-u-p-i-d.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;obviously i cannot stand messaging you la.&lt;br /&gt;i'd just wait for your reply.&lt;br /&gt;and if it doesnt come,&lt;br /&gt;i'd get so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;BERNA,I'VE FINALLY BAKED FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU HAPPY?!&lt;br /&gt;sorry,for the banana muffins,&lt;br /&gt;i'd wait for weejia,&lt;br /&gt;cause i told her that i'd bake it for her,&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;lets dress super casually this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna look so formal already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115262638867297588?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115262638867297588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115262638867297588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-in-end-we-baked-brownies-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115261466978615280</id><published>2006-07-11T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:44:29.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somehow today was a change of events?&lt;br /&gt;happy happy happy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna make muffins,&lt;br /&gt;sadly weejia is sick...&lt;br /&gt;i still got to make muffins&lt;br /&gt;haah&lt;br /&gt;lani is here.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;all of them are gone...&lt;br /&gt;that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still not getting over it.&lt;br /&gt;banana's anyone?&lt;br /&gt;i feel so usedddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;then tell me once more.&lt;br /&gt;say you need me more than i.&lt;br /&gt;i feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115261466978615280?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115261466978615280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115261466978615280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/somehow-today-was-change-of-events.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115254516140604395</id><published>2006-07-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T23:26:01.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you always make me feel so desperate )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115254516140604395?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115254516140604395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115254516140604395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-always-make-me-feel-so-desperate.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115254341496269536</id><published>2006-07-10T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:56:54.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY SHANNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME TOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i hope you had a pleasant surprise this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;although you didnt look very :) the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the dinner surprise was great mann.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i'd load some photos for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YOU ROCK BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;loves,your personal materialistic indonesian backside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0308.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0301.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;at least,the flowers were rather pretty.haha.&lt;strong&gt;LOVE ME,FEED ME,NEER LEAVE ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today is not a very :)  day.but i'm rather happy though.haha.causeeeeeeeeee,.........jeanette and shan are funny people.during the mass lecture,some group was making alot of noise.we were all rather irritated you know.my muffins failed me,haha.sorry berna,no chocolate banana muffins tomorrow.THURSDAY,i promise.did i mention shan makes great poems.but it sounds to heart-broken. :( thats just sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why cant you see what you're doing to me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh,i havent benn talking about didi and dear much have i?i still love them.but i've been too busy busy la.didi,dear,i love you forever and ever more okay.call me,beep me if you wanna reach me.hahha.i'm just a call away.i'll be there.PROMISE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;prelims are just SEVEN WEEKS AWAY.THAT WOULD LEAVE ME EXACTLY 1 WEEK FOR EVERY BLOODY SUBJECT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lamxinni is damn funny.she's really damn cute la."this is really a very messy love triangle"haha.she and her stupidity.she held all of us back okay.in the end,we took her e-z link,bit it,licked it,and hid it.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've came to realise that i really dont mean a thing.you have 0 sympathy,0 empathy and 0 sensitivity.i guess even if i were to cry in front of you,you would just look,stare then walk away.i think i was blind,but i dont wanna give up.cause this is my last chance,just 1 more chance.i dont think it was my fault,you were the one in the wrong,but you wont apologise,then,i'm sorry okay.it's all my fault.happy now?i really dont understand you anymore right?maybe it's really time to let go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you'll never see how i really feel.i have a very strong feeling,that everything you told me so far,was just lies.i really wonder,one more lie would'nt hurt right.tell me,promise me,you'll be there for me.i dont care if it's another lie,i dont care if you have to eat your words,i just wanna hear it.ONCE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh,one thing.dont deny that you're a player.cause it's a fact that you are.you might not have lead me on thinking that i like you.but you always play with my feelings like crazy.ARE YOU NUTS?!cause if you are,dont drag me along.wo tang bu qi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHERMIN LUM is damn nice.to hell with you if you dont agree.she's bloody nice,and some bitches just cant stop bitching about her.STFU la.she's damn nice,and i dont even know her that well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;looks like zy got my accounts tuition teacher.haha.given her fear of apnns,she's gonna die.cause he got abit of body odour.GOOD LUCK.hahahha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i wanted to be mean.but i held back,cause i still believe in her.but i really just dont want to understand anymore.it's getting harder and harder for me to sit down and concentrate already.i'm begging you,pleading you,please let me go.or maybe,if you BOTHER to stop and listen,you'd just see.you never listen.YOU NEVER DO.you should try and listen once in a while,dont try to always prove your point.it doesnt work that way.IT JUST SIMPLY DOESNT.if you can see this,maybe you'd be more well liked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even i can see,that's something's going on.love me,hate me,remember me,forget me,forgive me please.i didnt see your side of your story.i guess i was too self-centered.i've learnt,i've repented,i've changed.now,does it matter,or have i been too much of a burden?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;didiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,where are youuuuuuuuuu.i miss you like crazyyyyyyyyyy.it's been so long since we last had a heart to heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dear,dont be jealous okay.dont be sad.dont be angry.i'd always love you.and i'm sorry for today.haha.it's impossible for me to stop la,but i'd do it in private the next time okay.you know you mean the world to me.at least,you'd CARE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115254341496269536?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115254341496269536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115254341496269536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-16th-birthday-shannnnnnnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115243573419790216</id><published>2006-07-09T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:23:36.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i'm just a call away. "&lt;br /&gt;somehow,&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wished that came from you.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm really jealous.&lt;br /&gt;but it really doesnt feel like jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;i know who you'd be there for.&lt;br /&gt;and it's not me.&lt;br /&gt;at least you told me,&lt;br /&gt;but i'd rather you lie.&lt;br /&gt;why cant you see what you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;friday was not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is supposed to be better.&lt;br /&gt;dont see me in school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;my biggeset nightmare is to have the sweetest dream,&lt;br /&gt;and wakeing up to face reality.&lt;br /&gt;and i would never feel anything else util my wounds are healed.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i'm almost over you,&lt;br /&gt;you do the stupidest thing to make me back at one.&lt;br /&gt;i really want to know my place.&lt;br /&gt;and i've got to find out now.&lt;br /&gt;never thought it would be this bad.&lt;br /&gt;DEBBIE NG,DONT BULLY ME ALREADY OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115243573419790216?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115243573419790216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115243573419790216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-just-call-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115237727027951773</id><published>2006-07-09T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T03:22:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you never fail to make me cry like a little school girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;i've been too :'( recently,&lt;br /&gt;i'm down with a fever.&lt;br /&gt;maybe monday,&lt;br /&gt;i would'nt even see shan.&lt;br /&gt;dont be sad okay?&lt;br /&gt;i still love you to the sky,the moon,and the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mama is damn crazy.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks that james is the weakest.&lt;br /&gt;maybe la,&lt;br /&gt;cause james always will tell us his problems,&lt;br /&gt;but i won't.&lt;br /&gt;she'd be so surprised to see how i react infront of someone that i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115237727027951773?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115237727027951773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115237727027951773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-never-fail-to-make-me-cry-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115237594461936308</id><published>2006-07-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T03:27:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont bully me,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd cry at my next ss lesson.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;i didnt tell anybody okay.&lt;br /&gt;i cross my heart.&lt;br /&gt;dont be angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was crying when i met you,&lt;br /&gt;now i'm dying to forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to wait for the call.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm dead sure it'd come one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant you just THINK before you act.you know how that would have impacted me,but you did it anyway.i'm sad now,are you happy?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115237594461936308?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115237594461936308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115237594461936308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-bully-me-i-think-id-cry-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115233287481542204</id><published>2006-07-08T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T12:27:54.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no call.&lt;br /&gt;this life-time,&lt;br /&gt;you owe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115233287481542204?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115233287481542204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115233287481542204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115228762459178379</id><published>2006-07-07T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:53:44.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in less than an hour,&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you offline.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm just still here.&lt;br /&gt;waiting.&lt;br /&gt;i really wonder if a person would die from giving a call,or a simple'i'm busy now' message.&lt;br /&gt;will you really die?!&lt;br /&gt;fine,&lt;br /&gt;now i know,&lt;br /&gt;you dont care enough.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell should i.&lt;br /&gt;haiya.&lt;br /&gt;STFU LA.&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;but me being pissed would mean i pissed some other people off too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115228762459178379?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115228762459178379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115228762459178379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-less-than-hour-ill-see-you-offline.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115228652395718335</id><published>2006-07-07T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:35:23.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why dont you want to answer me,&lt;br /&gt;i waited,and waited,and waited.&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally gave up,&lt;br /&gt;some private number shithead called me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate private number,&lt;br /&gt;cant they call back,&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;a call is not much to ask for.&lt;br /&gt;i dont see the problem.&lt;br /&gt;can't you message.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;i better sleep over it,&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking too much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115228652395718335?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115228652395718335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115228652395718335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-dont-you-want-to-answer-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115227868517513394</id><published>2006-07-07T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:24:45.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know waht,&lt;br /&gt;i give up.&lt;br /&gt;die if you must.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;asking is a concern.&lt;br /&gt;you dont want to tell,&lt;br /&gt;fine,i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;you seriously have no courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a phone call is too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;i should just watch you kill yourself mann,&lt;br /&gt;tell you for your own good,&lt;br /&gt;and you scold me still.&lt;br /&gt;fine then,i'll shut my trap.&lt;br /&gt;your horrible to start with.&lt;br /&gt;and your horrible to end.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if you call me or not.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if anything were to happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;'i'll be there for you'&lt;br /&gt;these five words i take back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115227868517513394?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115227868517513394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115227868517513394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-know-waht-i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115227476227217541</id><published>2006-07-07T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:19:22.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you didnt tell me anything,&lt;br /&gt;yet,you expected so much from me.&lt;br /&gt;it's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;you owe me an explanation,&lt;br /&gt;call me on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like blogging anymore,&lt;br /&gt;unless you decide to be nice today,&lt;br /&gt;i'd never blog here again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115227476227217541?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115227476227217541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115227476227217541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-didnt-tell-me-anything-yetyou.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115219204369667137</id><published>2006-07-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:30:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEA DEBBIE,I'M VERY HAPPY TODAY,WHY?JEALOUS AR?&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;today's a happy happy day.&lt;br /&gt;i bakeddddddddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i hope it's enough for them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really happy okay.&lt;br /&gt;NOT BECAUSE OF THAT STUPID CAB SHIT LA.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i found $10 today....&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then we split it and i got $2.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;went gwc.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYBODY'S BULLING ME!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;never mind,tomorrow if lani and debbie bully me,i'd bully sammmm.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;i really really liked today.&lt;br /&gt;funny really,&lt;br /&gt;i was just telling lani that i didnt wanna walk down memory laneee.&lt;br /&gt;butttttttttttttttttttt.&lt;br /&gt;sam SABO meeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;thanks for trying mann.&lt;br /&gt;last year i remembered you were damn fierce,&lt;br /&gt;and we were not really friends,&lt;br /&gt;but you bothered to care,and change me.&lt;br /&gt;today,you did the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;you remind me of max ,dear.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i should help you in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;i promise.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i'm really really happy okay.&lt;br /&gt;i bakedddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;please eat it.&lt;br /&gt;it's a snack barrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;eat it,eat it.&lt;br /&gt;DONT BULLY ME TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;I'D CRYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;jo pang was damn funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;BOYFRIEND moved in the end,&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIEND told her to.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny okay.&lt;br /&gt;thursday didnt turn out as bad as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when they make those sheepish eyes at each other.&lt;br /&gt;like wth?!&lt;br /&gt;not that i like her or anything la.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like her lover.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it when they are together.&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like it.&lt;br /&gt;shan,you understand right?&lt;br /&gt;oh,shan is such a sweet heart,&lt;br /&gt;she told me this:nothing is impossible,cause the word 'impossible' itself is spelt as I M POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;and pris was telling me that shan does not smile,&lt;br /&gt;and she wondered why i painted such a pretty picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;i lover her for who she is la.&lt;br /&gt;even if she a major suck ass bitch.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;she's not,i promise.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;snack bar is too sweeeet.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'M DAMN HAPPPPPPPPPPPPY.&lt;br /&gt;but then again,&lt;br /&gt;somethings were better left untouched.&lt;br /&gt;she isnt was bad as i described her to be.&lt;br /&gt;i was just being an ass.&lt;br /&gt;you cant hate a person you love.&lt;br /&gt;it's a contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhhhhhhhh,&lt;br /&gt;breast taught me a new word today.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;STFU.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;i took forever to get it,&lt;br /&gt;weiting and hummy still has to got it,&lt;br /&gt;and i told lani.&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;i bet bernha and cheyn found me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but ir eally didnt know what the hell it meant la.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow look like a good day to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;my memories were swept away,the day it was starting over.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything,the chances,the understnading,the trying.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;you still rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115219204369667137?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115219204369667137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115219204369667137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/yea-debbieim-very-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115211146022281702</id><published>2006-07-05T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:57:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eh,i love shan&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;walao,i dont say i love shan in every sentence okay.&lt;br /&gt;wt was just asking me why i have not been talking about shan lately.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,shan just gave me a very cool talk.&lt;br /&gt;she said this:&lt;br /&gt;nothing is impossible, becasue the word impossible itself says I M POSSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i dunno la,&lt;br /&gt;but i got quite amused.&lt;br /&gt;i went to the supermaret.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me that it's not worth fighting for,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing that matters more.&lt;br /&gt;i've a sudden urge to scream.&lt;br /&gt;i miss campppppppppp.&lt;br /&gt;i miss that feeling of just switching off my phone,&lt;br /&gt;get my mind off EVERYTHING,&lt;br /&gt;and just hang out with shan on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;it feels great.&lt;br /&gt;especially when i was screaming like crazy,&lt;br /&gt;then a stranger came to join in.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;dont bully me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i dont friend you already.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be lying to say that i didnt mind.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;everything is driving me nuts.&lt;br /&gt;i feel fat.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;lani is damn mean la,&lt;br /&gt;she said i looked like that fat liabrian.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ass.&lt;br /&gt;lets have lunch again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you to the sky,the moon and the sun.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont even want to look into your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115211146022281702?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115211146022281702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115211146022281702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/ehi-love-shan-haha-walaoi-dont-say-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115209334887729098</id><published>2006-07-05T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:02:39.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a loser.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a coward.&lt;br /&gt;who was i to blame you.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve this treatment.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just couldnt face up to the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115209334887729098?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115209334887729098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115209334887729098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115201963231845252</id><published>2006-07-04T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:27:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cause she's bittersweet She knocks me off of my feet And I can't help myself I don't want anyone else She's a mystery She's too much for me But I keep comin' back for more She's just the girl I'm lookin' for And when she sees it's me On her caller ID She won't pick up the phone She'd rather be alone But I can't give up just yet Cause every word she's ever said Is still ringin' in my head she Knows just what to say So my whole day is ruin But I dream about her laughter Strange as it seems She's the one I'm aftered She's cold and she's cruel.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waitint for evelina la&lt;br /&gt;and i'm boredddddddddd.&lt;br /&gt;if i irritated dear,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;but i really cant take the hot and cold treatment.&lt;br /&gt;one moment you call me often,&lt;br /&gt;next moment you avoid all my calls.&lt;br /&gt;are you crazy or something.&lt;br /&gt;actually,i'm looking forward for our class-together-ness day.&lt;br /&gt;what can i do,i'll do anything for her.&lt;br /&gt;And the more she ignores me The more I adore her.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i sound sick.&lt;br /&gt;dont tell me nonsense that i dont want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it when people bitch infront of me cause my image of that person would go down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;especially after painting such a perfect picture,&lt;br /&gt;once you get to know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;it's not a very nice thing.&lt;br /&gt;i found my time table.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;you know,it's so fast la.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's wednesday already.&lt;br /&gt;i remember last thursday,&lt;br /&gt;lani laughed at my misery.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;but if i was her,&lt;br /&gt;i would be rather amused too.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;last friday was funnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;somehow i cant wait for school to end.&lt;br /&gt;i had a dream,&lt;br /&gt;but it was a nice dream.&lt;br /&gt;a very very nice dream.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll tell you about it one day.&lt;br /&gt;i bet you'd call me stupid&lt;br /&gt;but i dunno why,&lt;br /&gt;being called stupid by different people gives me a different feeling.&lt;br /&gt;not that i enjoy being called stupid or anything,&lt;br /&gt;it's just more pleasing coming from you.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i know what you're gonna say if you EVER do read this,&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;am i right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115201963231845252?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115201963231845252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115201963231845252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/cause-shes-bittersweet-she-knocks-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115200363865182555</id><published>2006-07-04T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:00:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me that you need me more than i.&lt;br /&gt;i was crappy the whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;evelina irritated the hell out of me today.&lt;br /&gt;and i got my mense RIGHT BEFORE orals.&lt;br /&gt;stained right through.&lt;br /&gt;dont you see,my days are just not as good without you.&lt;br /&gt;cause usually,you'd make everything look good.&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;i dont miss you in that sense you.&lt;br /&gt;it's different.&lt;br /&gt;it's just different without you,and i'm not liking it.&lt;br /&gt;i would love to say that i did very well for orals,&lt;br /&gt;BUT reality check,&lt;br /&gt;i think i flunked it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna survived another year around you,without being with you.&lt;br /&gt;i even forgot how it became like this,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe,i never knew in the first place,&lt;br /&gt;my fault i guess,cause you're gone,and i'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;you got me crying like a little child.&lt;br /&gt;lets just say,&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna walk down memory lane.&lt;br /&gt;if i fall sick again tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;it'd be fine,&lt;br /&gt;cause orals are over now.&lt;br /&gt;and my menses are here,&lt;br /&gt;so maybe,lani was right.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just pmsing.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;funny,i bet you never heard that people pms and miss someone so bad she'd fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna get sick tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;weiting and i were really nonsensical last year.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno if you remembered,but wt refreshed my memory today.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;last year,we had this social studies pyramid game thing and i was the one doing all the hints,and she was trying to guess la.&lt;br /&gt;me:what do i like most.&lt;br /&gt;wt:BOYS&lt;br /&gt;word = boyscouts&lt;br /&gt;me:what do we have between us very often.&lt;br /&gt;wt:CHEMISTRY&lt;br /&gt;me:nooooooooooo,arguments la.&lt;br /&gt;walao.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;last year sure was fun.&lt;br /&gt;but then you came,&lt;br /&gt;turned me upside down and inside out.&lt;br /&gt;then you left.&lt;br /&gt;you should take responsibility you know.&lt;br /&gt;youre so damn irresponsible la,&lt;br /&gt;you're not even willing to tell me what the hell happened,or what the hell came over you.&lt;br /&gt;you just happily pai pai your ass and left.&lt;br /&gt;she's damn blind,&lt;br /&gt;she really is damn dumb you know.&lt;br /&gt;it's poeple like this that makes you think that they deserve the life they get.&lt;br /&gt;okay,that sounded mean.&lt;br /&gt;miss diana comming later.&lt;br /&gt;you know,today was such a day.&lt;br /&gt;it's good that i ran my 8 laps,&lt;br /&gt;i feel better already.&lt;br /&gt;mama is such an ass,&lt;br /&gt;she said that my blouse was nice,&lt;br /&gt;i told her that i'd share the blouse la,&lt;br /&gt;then she said dont want.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what,she happily bought the EXACT same one,in a different colour.&lt;br /&gt;she bought 2 somemore la.&lt;br /&gt;stupid idiot&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;dear will not be here in the next few days,&lt;br /&gt;and i think dear enjoys my post leh.&lt;br /&gt;cause she/he/it always tease me about what i said.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;so if i feel naggy.&lt;br /&gt;dear wouldnt mind horh?!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;yea,he/she/it loves me too much you seeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;it jsut cant bear to make me feel :'(&lt;br /&gt;and everytime i see you,my heart goes pupung pupung pupung.&lt;br /&gt;dear will never know that he's dear.&lt;br /&gt;cause she'll never know that she means that much to me&lt;br /&gt;and i would never fall for it&lt;br /&gt;cause it is just so much better than a lover,&lt;br /&gt;it's just almost perfect,&lt;br /&gt;it shall be my bestest friend.&lt;br /&gt;but i bet she'd kill me.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care,cause i love himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'd refresh her memory later.&lt;br /&gt;cause todday,&lt;br /&gt;i can afford to fall sick&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;if i were a bung,&lt;br /&gt;i would love myself.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;and i think she has bad taste.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think she* pretty&lt;br /&gt;but lani insists that she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115200363865182555?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115200363865182555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115200363865182555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/tell-me-that-you-need-me-more-than-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115192482439158926</id><published>2006-07-03T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:07:04.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay,tomorrow school starts,&lt;br /&gt;hw done - o&lt;br /&gt;talk about great.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's post was damn long.&lt;br /&gt;it was a 1000 word essay okay.&lt;br /&gt;I COUNTED.&lt;br /&gt;hahha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i dont ilke long posts,&lt;br /&gt;cause i'd feel naggy,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm worried that dear's attention would just shut off.&lt;br /&gt;then she's just close my window like that,&lt;br /&gt;i'll be very )":&lt;br /&gt;but pictures should catch her attention.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;if you can guess what these photos are,i'll give you a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0276.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;my very very grand toilet every week.it's really a very grand toilet okay.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the view that i get everytime i sit in the damn toilet.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is how i see what i shitted out or peeeeed out.hahahaha&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the 'toilet bowl' and that stupid horrible tube that they stick up into your ass.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;lika as if aroma therapy will help in shitting or peeing.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this is worst,who would be in the mood to listen to CLASSICAL music when they need to shit.in addition,i got my own mp3 player.hahahah&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;they even got a telecom mann.haha.just in case of 'EMERGENCY'.haha.please bear in mind this is a damn T-O-I-L-E-T.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;THIS IS FUNNY.in the TOLILET,they prepared SLIPPERS,so that you would feel more at HOME.hahahah.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6378/1349/400/DSCF0287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i like the last part though,cause you get DRINKSSSSS.and it taste really niceeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was just joking about the free treat.i'm sure you know that this is where i do my colon therapy right?hahaha.it's really too grand for a toilet la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh,by the way,i really dont have a dear la.so dont bother asking me who dear is.hahah.he/she/it is just someone from my imagination.hahah.i like to imagine that i have a dear you see.haha.am i right dear?you dont exist right?hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115192482439158926?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115192482439158926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115192482439158926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/okaytomorrow-school-starts-hw-done-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115185962783132660</id><published>2006-07-03T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:00:27.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shan's birthday is coming,then she wants a good spa,can anyone find it for her please.if not,she's gonna do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;SEE THISSSSS?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hahah but i want nice nice one you know&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;how about geylang&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;thatll be cool&lt;br /&gt;Diana - purple cow says (12:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;when people ask. what did you do for your birthday&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;oh.. i went to geylang for a massage&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;shiok ah!&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:43 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;Diana - purple cow says (12:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;you're seriously crazy la,then you wear like slut like that,sure kana rape&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;raped at geylang?&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;so many prosittues even sluttier than me there&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:45 AM):&lt;br /&gt;why would i get raped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS call her niave.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll get pinched if i were to call her dumb.&lt;br /&gt;ahahha&lt;br /&gt;she pinch very pain one okay!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but it is because it is in geylang,&lt;br /&gt;that's why she'll get.....&lt;br /&gt;i dunno larh.&lt;br /&gt;i love her still.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm damn lousy la.&lt;br /&gt;i ran 1.6km in 20 mins,&lt;br /&gt;and i got a damn abrasian.&lt;br /&gt;walao,&lt;br /&gt;i cant even walk properly anmore la.&lt;br /&gt;today is a happy night.&lt;br /&gt;i love everyone equally.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's monday alreadyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;:"(&lt;br /&gt;you know,i think my birthday is the worst.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling tomorrow i'd have to call up some poeple.&lt;br /&gt;cause i really really dont want to go school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana - purple cow says (12:52 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;Diana - purple cow says (12:52 AM):&lt;br /&gt;muacks&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:52 AM):&lt;br /&gt;alright&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:52 AM):&lt;br /&gt;nighties&lt;br /&gt;Diana - purple cow says (12:52 AM):&lt;br /&gt;where's my kissy kissy?&lt;br /&gt;Body Building Elf says (12:52 AM):&lt;br /&gt;*gives diana a slobbery wet smelly kiss* muuaccksss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by they way,i'm still saliava-phobic,i just make exceptions for my very few poeple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115185962783132660?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115185962783132660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115185962783132660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/shans-birthday-is-comingthen-she-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115182308287384812</id><published>2006-07-02T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:53:30.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHOULD YOU THINK ABOUT , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO DO TO ME , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND BACK DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i should have known better ,i should have never pinned any hopes on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115182308287384812?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115182308287384812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115182308287384812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/whould-you-think-about-what-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115181339742899361</id><published>2006-07-02T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:18:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that stupid fugly bitch didnt reply me yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;karen wanted to comment when i scolded her a bitch,&lt;br /&gt;but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;she kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;okay,so i had a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;she's really an ass,&lt;br /&gt;it would seriously kill her to reply me.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;yestereday was rather screwed,&lt;br /&gt;i went zara to shoppppp.&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;the ichibanboshi guy was really cute,&lt;br /&gt;plus,service there was gooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever sent a message to anyone,&lt;br /&gt;and just stood there stooning at your phone for the next hour wating for a reply?&lt;br /&gt;i did,you should try it,&lt;br /&gt;it makes you feel like the biggest idiot.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday is approaching,&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling i'll be calling lani up and i'll be whinning.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah&lt;br /&gt;thusday is a super sucky day,&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with thursay mann,&lt;br /&gt;class together-ness day?!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'll dread it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm different from you,&lt;br /&gt;i wont go school everyday to just see her,&lt;br /&gt;i'll come up with excuses everyday to avoid her.&lt;br /&gt;i dont care,&lt;br /&gt;i'm an escapee.&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;if you confirm with me that you'll reply me back,&lt;br /&gt;i'll wait by the phone the whole day,&lt;br /&gt;but even until now,&lt;br /&gt;i've no messages from you.&lt;br /&gt;by the way,i would have blamed EVERYTHING on meifen,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not THAT unresonable,&lt;br /&gt;cause it wasnt her fault at all.&lt;br /&gt;you cant hate a person in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;i saw you change like crazy,&lt;br /&gt;so you cant hate a person in 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;you better not.&lt;br /&gt;my impression of her just went all the way down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;somethings,i really need not know.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;butt it didnt feel right.&lt;br /&gt;cause you'd never understand.&lt;br /&gt;i like guys who are alitte sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;a little gay,&lt;br /&gt;and alittle demanding.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;i'll feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never spot check on the person whom i like,&lt;br /&gt;cause i'd trust in him.&lt;br /&gt;i hope that my future crush would be easier to like.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda like laura's blog,&lt;br /&gt;kinda cool,&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of a gift to give shann.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still empty handed with evelina's gift,&lt;br /&gt;i bought the stuff already,&lt;br /&gt;all i need to do is complete it.&lt;br /&gt;bob seems to know that i'm in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;but i think he's thinking something false.&lt;br /&gt;i'm eating like an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;oh,&lt;br /&gt;i think hei ren and fan fan's realtionship really makes me go green.&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;very envious one okay.&lt;br /&gt;it's like damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;it's people like these that make you think all realationships are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear,it doesnt matter who likes who anymore.cause i'm not in that complicated mess,and i hope you are not too.but even if you are,it doesnt matter anymore.sometimes,wishing too much isnt good.cause hope can drive me crazy.i hate it everytime i stare at my phone and wait for a damn call or message.i'm not desperate,and i dont plann to feel desperate.there would not be another time where i will send you 9 messages in a row.i swear.cause if you're really gonna die from replying me,then i'm also really gonna die from waiting.i dont know how you'll react if you found out,i doubt you know the messages were from me.haha.somehow,i can still remember you promised me a birthday present,you wouldnt even bother,i wonder if you are made from stone.?!or maybe it's because you're just blind;clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like one of michelle's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too sensitive,you're just insensitive.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too emotional,you just have no emotions.&lt;br /&gt;i dont over-react,you just have no reaction.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not stupid,niave or anything,you are just scheaming.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not TOO trusting,you just dont trust anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a hypocrite,you just dont know what's being polite.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a backstabber,you simply assume too much.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a drama queen,you just simply dont dare to show how you really feel.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not too nice,you're just mean.&lt;br /&gt;if i decide to blame you for everything one day,my list will never end.&lt;br /&gt;but for now,i think everything is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;because right now,&lt;br /&gt;it would be very inappropriate to blame you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel that friends are much more important than crushes;girlfriends;boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i think if i ever ignore you,cause i'm busy with my relationships,&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you'd understand.&lt;br /&gt;you'd not hate me,but i bet you'd scold me.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;everytime i talk to you,&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel so ....good??? or should i say you make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaahha&lt;br /&gt;but its' nice to know that someone's always there you know.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly want a gay friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were ment to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand people who show their affection in public,&lt;br /&gt;haahah&lt;br /&gt;everytime i'll stare at them,&lt;br /&gt;then i forgot who i went out with that time,&lt;br /&gt;but it was quite amusing,&lt;br /&gt;cause she was asking me if i was jealous or something.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;then i was like,ummm yea.&lt;br /&gt;but i really dont like it when i see the hands go all over.&lt;br /&gt;the guys hands just run everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll get really grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's your defination of a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="/" q="kiss&amp;amp;adq=&amp;quot;'" orig_channel="'definition&amp;google_page_url="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kiss (p) pronounciation (ks)v. kissed, kiss·ing, kiss·es v. tr.&lt;br /&gt;To touch or caress with the lips as an expression of affection, greeting, respect, or amorousness.&lt;br /&gt;To touch lightly or gently: flowers that were kissed by dew.&lt;br /&gt;To strike lightly; brush against: barely kissed the other car with the bumper. v. intr.&lt;br /&gt;To engage in mutual touching or caressing with the lips.&lt;br /&gt;To come into light contact. n.&lt;br /&gt;A caress or touch with the lips.&lt;br /&gt;A slight or gentle touch.&lt;br /&gt;A small piece of candy, especially of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;A drop cookie made of egg whites and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was the distionary meaning.&lt;br /&gt;but mine is about the same la.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot stand saliva contact.&lt;br /&gt;wheather or not,i take or receive,&lt;br /&gt;i'll get grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;ACTUALLY it depends on the person la.&lt;br /&gt;cause i remeber that all my crushes,i share drink and food with them one.&lt;br /&gt;ummmm,good friends also la.&lt;br /&gt;but i still think the tounge tounge thing is still damn gross.&lt;br /&gt;oral sex is worse.&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt digress too much but you get it right.&lt;br /&gt;it's just DAMN GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;it think i'll cry on the day i lose my first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;that sounded wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;a message,or a call comes from you.&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the happiest girl that day.&lt;br /&gt;you should understand me well enough now i hope,&lt;br /&gt;to understand what i fear most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is meant to be,will be.&lt;br /&gt;why worry about anything else.&lt;br /&gt;dont be an idiot to worry about today when it's already tomorrow in austraila.&lt;br /&gt;oh,by the way,i still have a crush on you.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i love you bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my post is super duper long today la.&lt;br /&gt;that just shows that i'm really bored.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick you know,&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to tell my mum that i was sick,&lt;br /&gt;but then she'll bring me to the silver cross doctor,&lt;br /&gt;and i dont really want to go holland today,&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to tell her tomorrow instead.&lt;br /&gt;then i can get an mc for tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;no school,no school.&lt;br /&gt;laaaaaa laaaaaa laaaahhh la la laaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling that i'd be called a loser again.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115181339742899361?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115181339742899361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115181339742899361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-stupid-fugly-bitch-didnt-reply-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115172772767766606</id><published>2006-07-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:22:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday was funnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;okay,besides getting lost trying to find blk 30a&lt;br /&gt;and cleaning the church and being really tired,&lt;br /&gt;it was really really fun.&lt;br /&gt;the pizza hut guy was really nice okay,&lt;br /&gt;he gave us CHICKEN.&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;we went trekking okay.&lt;br /&gt;we thought we were looking for blk38 or something.&lt;br /&gt;luckily,daphne came to our rescue.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up not having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;yay!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,as much as you..........&lt;br /&gt;if you dont care,&lt;br /&gt;i'll not bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger is interesting,&lt;br /&gt;i'll always type a load of crap,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll realise that it's kinda personal,&lt;br /&gt;then i'll move it to livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go holland again.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go lunch.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i dont get lost again,&lt;br /&gt;that will be bad,&lt;br /&gt;cause i'll be in white and heels.&lt;br /&gt;getting lost would be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went tannign again.&lt;br /&gt;my mum's gonna kill me,&lt;br /&gt;she said if i go tanning again,&lt;br /&gt;i'll get a face full of freckles&lt;br /&gt;ewwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care,&lt;br /&gt;ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna tann tomorrow and monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a feeling my mum is trying to match make all of us.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;i dont even like the girls she gave bob to see la.&lt;br /&gt;so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;they better not be my future-sister in law.&lt;br /&gt;i want a sister,&lt;br /&gt;and it better be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how you read my mind,&lt;br /&gt;before i even ask you my questions,&lt;br /&gt;you answer me first.&lt;br /&gt;it's really amazing.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesnt prove your understanding of me.&lt;br /&gt;this time,you owe me an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go eat.&lt;br /&gt;but what i said yesterday is so....&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what's the word la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果分离是唯一的解脱 最后的话我来说  如果永远你不必再难过 遗憾让我来过  就算过去的回忆太脆弱 连未来也没有我 爱着你 仍是我的执着&lt;br /&gt;you see,i'm just being stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;your not blind.&lt;br /&gt;i'm very sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm not blind either.&lt;br /&gt;in a way,&lt;br /&gt;we are the same.&lt;br /&gt;we choose what we want to see and hear.&lt;br /&gt;i think that is a way of escape also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian is just my first crush la&lt;br /&gt;not anything major or anything.&lt;br /&gt;i liked him in nursery?&lt;br /&gt;so i cant possible understnad that that was liking,&lt;br /&gt;it was my family who told me that i flirt with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have known.&lt;br /&gt;our memories are damn fade.&lt;br /&gt;but it's enough for me to miss you.&lt;br /&gt;shit,shit.SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont want to go school already.&lt;br /&gt;tuesday got 2 lessons together,&lt;br /&gt;sure die,&lt;br /&gt;i die.&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll get slapped for being so hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;i think my mum knows that i'm very sad these few days,&lt;br /&gt;that's why she has been so giving these few days,&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i wasnt home at 11,&lt;br /&gt;she didnt even call to check where was i la.&lt;br /&gt;then i didnt go school,talk to the phone till late at night,&lt;br /&gt;she didnt even nag at me.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha,.&lt;br /&gt;she thiks i'm depressed cause of my hair.&lt;br /&gt;crazy mother.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;she'll lock me up if she knew the reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115172772767766606?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115172772767766606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115172772767766606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/07/yesterday-was-funnnnnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115163552864187058</id><published>2006-06-30T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:44:20.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;i'm begging you.&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to avoid you,ignore you,&lt;br /&gt;or pretend that nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;walk up to you start a conversation,&lt;br /&gt;how will you react to that?&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;what do you want me to do?!&lt;br /&gt;you know,&lt;br /&gt;i'm very happy that i didnt go school,&lt;br /&gt;though i bet i pissed lani off,&lt;br /&gt;but i really really dont want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVELINA!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sorry okay,i didnt give you your present today.i'll meet up with you and give it to you la.soon.i promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱着你 仍是我的执着  爱着你 唯一的解脱 &lt;br /&gt;i feel very chi-na today.&lt;br /&gt;but i like listening to nikky,&lt;br /&gt;although his songs are so sadddd.&lt;br /&gt;i was correct,&lt;br /&gt;they met in the end.&lt;br /&gt;superman made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like superman anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i went tanning,&lt;br /&gt;haha then my mum was so irritated,&lt;br /&gt;cause she says being tanned=ugly.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;my tann will fade la,&lt;br /&gt;dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is damn typical indonesian la.&lt;br /&gt;she thinks all girls must behave long hair, be skinny,and be fair.&lt;br /&gt;she's crazy,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm fat,tanned and have a bung haircut.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;she has everyreason to freak out really,&lt;br /&gt;cause i just became a son to her.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah&lt;br /&gt;the very same person that made me gain 14kg,&lt;br /&gt;will be the very same person that's gonna make me lose it.&lt;br /&gt;it's call MOTIVATION.&lt;br /&gt;cause i hear that person hates fat people,&lt;br /&gt;but it's funny,&lt;br /&gt;cause it's a contradiction.&lt;br /&gt;i want my raquet BACK NOWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;time to go S-H-O-P-P-I-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;My mum's crazy,&lt;br /&gt;i go out with friends to shop,&lt;br /&gt;she'll nag,nag,nag,&lt;br /&gt;but everytimes,always,&lt;br /&gt;she'll ask me to shop with her.&lt;br /&gt;ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;i guess her daughter hasnt been a very good one.&lt;br /&gt;i better go shopping with her now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115163552864187058?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115163552864187058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115163552864187058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/06/tell-me-what-to-do-im-begging-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcK3BQBc6RA/SY6uBCZ21JI/AAAAAAAAACI/OW6b4IEuTWo/S220/DSCF0176.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22443312.post-115158376300803111</id><published>2006-06-29T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:22:43.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cause every move you make,&lt;br /&gt;every breath you take,&lt;br /&gt;just makes my heart thump a little harder.&lt;br /&gt;imagine this,&lt;br /&gt;everytime our eyes meet,&lt;br /&gt;i get an aderenaline rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn’t mean it when I said&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t love you so&lt;br /&gt;I should have held on tight&lt;br /&gt;I never should have let you go&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid, I was foolish&lt;br /&gt;I was lying to myself&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t have fathomed&lt;br /&gt;I would ever be without your love&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined I’d be sitting&lt;br /&gt;Here beside myself&lt;br /&gt;Guess I didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;Guess I didn’t know me&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I knew everything&lt;br /&gt;I never felt&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;Now that I don’t hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;Or have your touch and kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t have a choice&lt;br /&gt;Oh what I wouldn’t give&lt;br /&gt;To have you lying by my side&lt;br /&gt;Right here cause baby&lt;br /&gt;When you left I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It’s still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please 'cause&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who’s gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain’t nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;When you are on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Womack’s on the radio&lt;br /&gt;Singing to me “If You Think You’re Lonely Now”&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute this is too deep&lt;br /&gt;I gotta change the station&lt;br /&gt;So I turn the dial tryin’ to catch a break&lt;br /&gt;And then I hear Babyface&lt;br /&gt;“I Only Think Of You” and it’s breakin’ my heart&lt;br /&gt;I’m tryin’ to keep it together but I’m falling apart&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling all out of my element&lt;br /&gt;Throwing things, crying tryin’&lt;br /&gt;To figure out where the hell I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;The pain reflected in this song&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t even half of what I’m feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I need you, need you back in my life baby&lt;br /&gt;When you left I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It’s still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please cause&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who’s gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain’t nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;When you left I lost a part of me&lt;br /&gt;It’s still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;Come back baby please 'cause&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;br /&gt;Who am I gonna lean on when times get rough&lt;br /&gt;Who’s gonna talk to me till the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;Who’s gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;There ain’t nobody better&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;We belong together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;in a way,maybe i'm like xin hua.&lt;br /&gt;you know,i hardly feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;from what i can remember,&lt;br /&gt;it only happened thrice.&lt;br /&gt;1)stanley&lt;br /&gt;2)max&lt;br /&gt;3)you&lt;br /&gt;if it's gonna take 6 years to get you off my mind,&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna go crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22443312-115158376300803111?l=dri-rosa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115158376300803111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22443312/posts/default/115158376300803111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dri-rosa.blogspot.com/2006/06/cause-every-move-you-make-every-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Diana Rosa Iskandar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15585583394543768525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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