<?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-2720792367520626563</id><updated>2011-10-06T20:55:21.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie's Jargon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-4525005985456350929</id><published>2011-07-01T10:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:31:02.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalker</title><content type='html'>Eong. Stop reading. Pay attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-4525005985456350929?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/4525005985456350929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2011/07/stalker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4525005985456350929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4525005985456350929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2011/07/stalker.html' title='Stalker'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-3886804946366100718</id><published>2010-12-20T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T17:52:30.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Because I have nothing to do and it's fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Taken from Wanyi from Facebook. Here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;THE RULES:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player,etc. on shuffle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Tag 20 friends. (Make me #21 so I can see your results.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;6. Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;START&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;___________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;If someone says, "shelf", you say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Different Names For The Same Thing by Death Cab For Cutie&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;How would you describe yourself?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;You'll Find A Way by Santigold&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll stand by you by Glee Cast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;How do you feel today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Double Vision by 3OH!3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Save Me from Me by Amber Pacific&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What's your motto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday by Altered Images&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Closer To The Edge by 30 Seconds To Mars&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Misery&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Business by Paramore&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;The Resolution by Jack's Mannequin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;10.&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is 2 + 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Energy By Keri Hilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Pinky and The Brain (Theme Song)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;For all the Ladies by Blink-182&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;13.&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is your life story?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Bless The Broken Road by Rascal Flatts&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;November Rain by Guns N Roses&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Outline of love by Run Kid Run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;16.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Untitled by Simple Plan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Pocket Full Of Sunshine by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;18.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What is your biggest fear ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Until The Day I Die by Story Of the Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;19.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Until Forever Ends by Backseat Goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;20.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;What will you post this as?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;All I Know by Five For Fighting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-3886804946366100718?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/3886804946366100718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/3886804946366100718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/3886804946366100718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-know.html' title='All I Know'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-6692366958994998487</id><published>2010-12-05T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:57:30.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ageing</title><content type='html'>"She's a wonderful wife and mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just talked to me about her as if she may disappear some day. I don't like that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me how short and unpredictable life is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-6692366958994998487?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/6692366958994998487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/12/aging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/6692366958994998487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/6692366958994998487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/12/aging.html' title='Ageing'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-1823179696135813700</id><published>2010-11-20T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:39:46.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's block.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I just want to say that I had TONS of things to write for blogs. Like meaningful, deep, logical, thought-provoking kind of posts. I HAD those ideas. But I've forgotten all of them. D8&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, what I've been up to lately. I just finished watching Mei-chan no Shitsuji and Atashinchi no Danshi. Both awesome Japanese dramas. :D And now I'm rewatching Nodame Cantabile~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I haven't been in the doll mode for quite some time... No photography inspiration....(or just plain lazy...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to write something intelligent and witty. But nothing seems to be happening. Weeee....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-1823179696135813700?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/1823179696135813700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/11/writers-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/1823179696135813700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/1823179696135813700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/11/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s block.'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-2283559858272521031</id><published>2010-09-21T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:50:22.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVIE WON'T LOAD.</title><content type='html'>ROFL! I just re-read my older blog posts (Yes, I am that self absorbed...). SO FUNNY! I DON'T EVEN GET WHAT I'M REFERRING TO!!! HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the HIM and other GUY? Which one? Got so many! XDXD I have a lot of crushes on male teachers... too bad the me last year did not specify. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to write a blog entry once a week because I discovered that it's fun to look back at what you write :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I just had my exams. Yesterday was A.maths P1 and Lit(AMND). Today was A.maths P2 and Physics MCQ. Tomorrow( Wed, 22/9/10) will be a day off, then Chemistry MCQ on Thursday and holiday on Friday :D And it will be the end of Prelim 2, a few days closer to O level. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still considering whether I should go to Sentosa on Friday with Peiwen, Natalie Neo, Wanyi, Haiting (that whole bunch)... I don't want to regret not going. More importantly, I don't want to regret having gone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently it is 11.45pm. And I'm trying to watch "How to train your dragon". THE MOVIE DOESN'T WANT TO LOAD. I watch till 1:05h and it hanged. I had to try reloading again. And again. And again. I only managed to reload it just 15 mins ago. Such a pain in the ass. I just want to watch the ending. Is that so difficult? Is that too much to ask for?! *cues melodramatic music*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super. Uber. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dozing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-2283559858272521031?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/2283559858272521031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/09/movie-wont-load.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2283559858272521031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2283559858272521031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/09/movie-wont-load.html' title='MOVIE WON&apos;T LOAD.'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-47696583102783471</id><published>2010-09-17T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:14:11.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MM Lee's interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So MM Lee had an interview with the New York Times. And everyone is expressing their views. Especially Malaysians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I read one article that appeared in Malay daily Utusan Malaysia by Tan Melaka and he said that "[Singaporeans] feel they are oppressed, especially since they see the freedom enjoyed by their closest neighbour, Malaysia. Malaysians are free to express their dissatisfaction, and can even poke fun at their national anthem!" He also mentioned that "MM Lee has not given Singaporeans what Malaysia has given its young - the air of freedom". Freedom is a very very dangerous thing. If Singapore gave people the freedom to speak, discriminate, insult and&amp;nbsp;criticise, Singapore will just end up having another racial riot. We are what we are today because we practice tolerance. We don't often express our displeasure about the other races because we know how to accept their flaws and understand each other. Giving people a freedom to speak may just end up for the worse because there will be too many opinions and maybe even disagreements. And disagreements will lead to tension, which may end up as a conflict. The severity of the conflict differs on the individuals. Besides, I think we are allowed to express our dissatisfactions, we could always write in to the Forums, etc. If there is no "net", no limit to stop us from crossing the line, there's going to be a lot of trouble.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let me get this straight. You're saying that we "lived in fear of acting or speaking"? Have you ever considered that it is because...maybe we don't see a need to? Sure, there are a few outspoken individuals that want their voices heard, but there's not need for riots and boycotting like what happened in other countries right? We are civilised people living in a "developed country", as he said. So what if we have a "Third World democracy"? At least it took us this far and it is bringing us even further. I'd like to see that happen in Malaysia. I know that change is good and we must always be adaptable to survive in world. Change will come when people learn from this "Third World democracy" concept and improve on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The new campaign "1Malaysia" is stresses on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;national unity, ethnic tolerance. The 2010 values of 1Malaysia as articulated by Najib Razak are perseverance, a culture of excellence, acceptance, loyalty, education, humility, integrity, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meritocracy" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: none; background-origin: initial;" title="Meritocracy"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;meritocracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.(definition taken from Wikipedia, under "Ideology" section)&amp;nbsp;I fail to see how that is different from Singapore. Emulate Malaysia's freedom given to Youths for them to speak? Sure, we could always promote these activities in Secondary and Tertiary Education. In fact, I think it is a great idea for the MOE to promote awareness in current affairs within the students, the future generation of &amp;nbsp;Singapore. As long as there are teachers(the limit) there to guide us and "stop us from crossing the line"(so as to speak), Singaporeans could have more freedom to express their complaints more critically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's all I wanted to say. I just had to let it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Jamie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-47696583102783471?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/47696583102783471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/09/mm-lees-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/47696583102783471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/47696583102783471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/09/mm-lees-interview.html' title='MM Lee&apos;s interview'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-1982407176750228098</id><published>2010-09-12T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T19:12:27.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play the waiting game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just ordered a new doll.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm having mixed feeling about this boy. I want him to have freckles, but I know he won't look good in them. I want him to have a special look(aka custom faceup), but it's expensive. I actually have to pay US$16.70 more for just the custom face up. Which is about... S$37 more dollars? And I won't know if it'll look good or not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I'm glad. I finally have him. Aidan Nyx. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And there's also another problem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The company has yet to send me an order receipt form thing. Which is supposed to come IMMEDIATELY &amp;nbsp;after you order something. (If I remember correctly.) I've heard complains about this company rushing to complete orders, having a "we-delivered-it-to-you, now-it's-your-problem" attitude....etc. I just hope they aren't like that with Aidan. I really really really want him to turn out alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wish me luck, myself. *Crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh right. And there's O levels. Yay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aidan, please be my Eden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, and Nyx means&amp;nbsp;The female personification of the night, daughter of Chaos. Cool, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I realised that each time I get a new doll, I seem to be more quiet about it. Lol. It's not that I don't love them less than my first one. I think I just want to see people's surprised reaction when they hear that I got a 3rd doll. But of course I've told Hannie and Pee Wee.(I attempted to hide it from them as well, but their influence on me was too strong.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Also, a big thanks to my mum for allowing me to have Aidan :) His profile will be up soon. I'm still thinking of his background and personality. Weeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hope he comes after my O levels or something. That way I have something to motivate me to study. Or I can just get Louis and Benni to sit beside me and study. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's all for now, (playing the waiting game again...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jamie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. Pee Wee helped me with his name. He was almost called Nicholas, then she literally puked when she heard it. So Aidan it is :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-1982407176750228098?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/1982407176750228098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-play-waiting-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/1982407176750228098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/1982407176750228098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-play-waiting-game.html' title='Let&apos;s play the waiting game.'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-7581860834772172579</id><published>2010-07-04T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T01:16:24.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PR on Demetrius - Does he really deserve it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 8px; margin-right: 8px; margin-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;My rants on Lit - A Midsummer Night's Dream.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about Demetrius' actions and scenes in the text for quite some time now, so I thought it would be cool to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, firstly, I was thinking that even though Demetrius was very cruel to Helena and threatens to "leave [her] to the mercy of wild beasts", was it right for Oberon to attempt to help with their relationship? Did Hermia not say "Oh Hell! To choose love by another's eyes"? Isn't L-I-I like someone else's pair of eyes that makes you fall in love with the first creature you see when you wake up??? Can we take the effect of L-I-I as a punishment for Demetrius for treating Helena badly? And even if it were a punishment, wouldn't it be too harsh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in Titania's case, Demetrius fell in love&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;unwillingly&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;with someone he despises. For Titania, it was degrading for her to fall in love with a man who has a donkey head. Although it wasn't degrading for Demetrius to fall in love with Helena, but it was against his will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was a lack of sympathy towards him because he seemed like he deserved it??(due to the fact that he treated Hel. cruelly, so it's only natural for him to love her back??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that Demetrius should be given a chance in finding his own true love. Yes, he broke the gentlemen code of conduct. Yes, he treated a female with threats and rejected her relentlessly. But I feel that it was only right if Puck were to remove the L-I-I from his eyes too. Everyone makes mistakes. Nobody is perfect. I feel that the other characters can't just base on Demetrius' one act of&amp;nbsp;flicking&amp;nbsp;love and assume that he will be so insensitive forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if Puck had really removed L-I-I from Dem's eyes, he may have really fallen in love with Helena on his own accord. I feel that it is unfair for Dem to be treated unfairly and have no control as to what is going to happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.So, Sims 3 Ambitions came out last month. Can't wait to get it and try it out!!!!!!!! (Big Sims fan here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I saw this doll which I fell in love with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://from-switch.com/shop/step1.php?number=21"&gt;HAHWA&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://from-switch.com/"&gt;http://from-switch.com/&lt;/a&gt;. He is&amp;nbsp;absolutely gorgeous(to me). But he is limited edition and there's only 50 heads available. I guess it's not meant to be :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I still owe my mum $456 + $150 + $110.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. CFN was cancelled due to wet weather.(on 2 July) DAMN YOU RAIN! CAN'T YOU COOPERATE! Cheer up, my juniors. It's not the end :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The lit thing I wrote up there. Should I post it in "The Lit Kids Forum" in asknlearn.com?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. World Cup is going on! Argentina VS Germany. I hope Argentina wins. The guys on that team looks hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I need money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am super tired and it's 1.12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In case you are wondering why I listing out irrelevant things now, all these are for my own reference next time. I realised I should keep track of what's going on in my life so that I can look back and remember these memories. :) So yeah, I'm not doing this for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love ya, night(or morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-7581860834772172579?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/7581860834772172579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/07/pr-on-demetrius-does-he-really-deserve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/7581860834772172579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/7581860834772172579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/07/pr-on-demetrius-does-he-really-deserve.html' title='PR on Demetrius - Does he really deserve it?'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-67833316600844566</id><published>2010-05-22T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T11:05:02.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/280/a/9/BEDROOM_by_fabienbos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/280/a/9/BEDROOM_by_fabienbos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best place to be after 9 hours of Chinese intensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-67833316600844566?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/67833316600844566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/05/drained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/67833316600844566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/67833316600844566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/05/drained.html' title='Drained'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-7472512964318206146</id><published>2010-05-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:07:10.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling U</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, mp3 player, etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;4. Tag 15 friends (I stole this from a user in deviantArt, so no. I'm not tagging anyone. If you want to do it, it's on your own will ^__^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do same thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna - KARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody out there - David Archuleta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Defective Tragedy - The Gazette (Lol... makes me sound so emo...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder Boy - Super Junior (What...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;It's you - Super Junior (My motto is YOU!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Love in the Ice - Dong Bang Shin Ki (&amp;lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;LAX To O'Hare - The Academy Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Candyman - Christina Aguilera (CANDDDDDDY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;br /&gt;Neighbourhood: Open for Business - The Sims 2 (this is a game soundtrack... wth...?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Tsuisou -&amp;nbsp;Ooshima Michiru (Be honoured! You are the soundtrack of my favourite anime of all time!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;I love you, only you - Goong (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;We are the world 25 for Haiti - Artists (Nice :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Silly God Disco - The Gazette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Attention Attention - The Academy Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Like Humans Do - David Bryne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;One &amp;amp; One - Tiara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Like the first time - Tiara (yep, like the first time I died..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;MOB 136 BARS - The Gazette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Hey Soul Sister -Train (XD LOVE YA GUYS))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;br /&gt;Reset - Super Junior (agreed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Never Say Goodbye - My Girl(Drama) (Such a sad end to my life :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;br /&gt;Rumored Nights - The Academy Is (Sounds so scandalous~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;Grateful to you - Full House(Drama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Bye Bye - Tiara (saying goodbye is always the hardest!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!! -&amp;nbsp;HOME MADE KAZOKU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;br /&gt;In the Club - 2NE1 (A hint from the future?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Somebody to Love - Dong Bang Shin Ki (freaky...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;Taion - The Gazette&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Sensitive - David Cook (O.O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;Falling U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;After this "game", I have concluded a few things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;1) My iTunes love The Gazette. I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;2) My brother downloads weird soundtracks from games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;3) The title sucks. BROKEN ENGLISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;But it has been fun! :) Try it toooo~ :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2c3635; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;-Jamie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-7472512964318206146?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/7472512964318206146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/05/falling-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/7472512964318206146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/7472512964318206146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/05/falling-u.html' title='Falling U'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-4618624923806185329</id><published>2010-05-09T13:57:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:02:45.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure coincidence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever learnt a new word, and for next few days that same word keeps popping out? Be it during a conversation, during lessons, in an&amp;nbsp;advertisement, or on the radio. Has that happened to you before? For me, it has happened quite a few times. But none as impactful as this. I'm still suffering a headache from it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On 6 May (Thursday) 2010, I had a timed essay to do for English class. I finish the paper about 5-10 mins before the end time, so I decided to play around with my dictionary. That's when I saw the word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Schizophrenia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t means a mental disorder which symptoms include withdrawal from reality into fantasy. So it basically means that you suffer from hallucinations and you are delusional.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Back to my story. At least, when I saw the word, I was like, WOW! SO CHEEM! I LIKE! 8D And as usual, I begin to annoy Peiwen with my "new" knowledge. Then I went on telling my parents about it. Then I forgot all about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Until Saturday. I was looking for a book in the library. I told Jinghan, who was accompanying me that day, that I wanted something about murder, something that will creep me out, something really scary. So I was just browsing the books and brushing the spines of the books with the tips of my finger. (I usually judge a book by its cover.) Then, my finger stopped at this book. It's called "Therapy" by Sebastian Fitzer. It is a psychological thriller and I wanted to borrow it because it reminded my of the movie called "Stranger than Fiction". And of course, the word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; appeared in the summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the summary:&lt;br /&gt;Josy, a twelve-year-old girl, has an inexplicable illness and vanishes without a trace from her doctor's&amp;nbsp;surgery&amp;nbsp;room during treatment. Four years later Josy's father, well-known psychiatrist Victor Larenz, has withdrawn to an isolated North Sea Island in order to deal with the tragedy. But then, he's paid a surprise visit by a beautiful stranger. Anna Glass is a novelist who suffers from an unusual form of   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;: all the characters she creates for her books become real to her. And in her last novel she has written about a young girl with an unknown illness who has vanished without a trace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Is the inconceivable possible? Do Anna's delusions describe Josy's last days? Reluctantly Victor agrees to take on Anna's therapy in a last attempt to uncover the horrible truth behind his daughter's disappearance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So that's the summary. And the book isn't that thick, so it only took my two days to complete reading it. And it gave me a massive headache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Schizophrenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; is no fun at all. After reading it, it feels like you've gone mad yourself. you start wondering if you also suffer the same illness as the character does... What if everything was just an illusion, and you're living in your own imagination?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, I'd better stop myself from revealing the whole story to you...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All I wanted to say is the book and the word "Schizoprenia" freaked me out. But, it's definitely worth a read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So that's all that mattered to me this Sunday afternoon. As always, I'm Jamie, and you've just been jammed in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. I'm sorry if I have offended any PhillyD fans. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-4618624923806185329?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/4618624923806185329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/05/pure-coincidence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4618624923806185329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4618624923806185329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/05/pure-coincidence.html' title='Pure coincidence?'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-6493947138986151517</id><published>2010-05-01T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T12:38:26.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates~</title><content type='html'>Back to blogging. I don't know if it's a good thing, since O levels are coming up and all... Zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck, no one ever reads this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to update this supposedly dead blog because A)It's LABOUR DAY! B) I have nothing else to do on Facebook, deviantArt and Youtube. C) I'm too darn lazy to edit and upload my boys piccies on deviantArt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wanted to delete this blog, but I stopped myself. Reason: I like this blog URL. Haha, loser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on with the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pretty much the same old stuff... Teachers rushing through lessons, except for Miss Leong(obviously). Got chosen as the Chairman for 4C! 8D (Which I later found out wasn't as easy as it seems...) I think it was around this time when I started using my deviantArt account to post up piccies of my boy(Louis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;February&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: My birthday month~ I would like to thank Jinghan for making my birthday uber fun. XD And thank Adeline, Hui Qi and Pui Mun for being thoughtful enough to get a chair for Louis.(though it's Benni's chair now...) I think we also had common tests here...?&amp;nbsp;Can't really remember...&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY GOD. How can I forget! This was the month where I got BENNI!!!!!!! His birthday is on 22 Feb, 3 days after mine! Okay I think I should take time to tell you about how I got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 16 Feb, 3rd day of the CNY break. It was a sunny Tuesday. I woke up early, around 8. My family and I needed to leave for the temple at around 10/11. So I made use of the extra time and switched on the computer. I immediately went to denofangels(DoA), a doll forum. I was just scrolling through, looking at the new threads, window-shopping for Louis' stuff.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, I SAW HIM. The title of the thread said - &amp;nbsp;FS: BF Tinyfairy Denis (and something else which I forgot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I have to explain to you that I have been doll hunting for a companion for Louis. And I was interested in this company called &lt;a href="http://www.bluefairyint.com/"&gt;Bluefairy&lt;/a&gt;.They have amazing cute dolls and I was thinking of perhaps getting a doll from that company. Now, in the promo pictures, Tinyfairy Denis(Benni's sculpt) DID NOT LOOK ATTRACTIVE. IT WAS EWWWW....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now getting back to the story. I was curious to see how the doll looked like, aside from the ugly promo pictures. So I clicked on the thread and I was literally stunned. The doll had so much emotion, and even my mum( she does not like majority of the dolls except mine..) said he was cute. I instantly felt something for him, a bond/connection, whatever you want to call it. But I knew I just had to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was time to go to the temple and I had to shut down the computer. But not before I sent a private message to the seller! During the car ride to the temple, I borrowed my dad's iPhone and checked my inbox updates. By 2-3pm that day, the payment was made. He reached the post office in Michigan on the 18th of Feb, left for Singapore on the 20th and reached my house on the 22nd. That was how I got Benni. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On with &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I got back results, had PTM(Parents-Teacher meeting) and a week's break. Then came trouble. The Humanities Amazing Race. Those 3 weeks after the holidays were crazy. I was under a lot of stress and misery, but managed to pull through. Nothing much to talk about during March...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;April&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Humanities Amazing Race. IT WAS A SUCCESS! Games were great, participation was good. Although there were minor hiccups, everyone enjoyed themselves(i think...). The sense of satisfaction was awesome. Too bad there was school the next day :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this was the month I where I went for my first ever dollmeet. A dollmeet is bascially a gathering where doll owners bring themselves, their doll(s) and a camera(optional) and catch up with each other or meet new owners like me! It was on 17th April, a Saturday. The meet was a blast and I really enjoyed myself, I can't wait for the next meet! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took my English, Chinese and E.maths prelim papers this month. The E.maths paper 2 was just tricky. Or maybe I just dumb. :( I also did not understand half of what the Chinese paper was saying, so thumbs up for that one too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it. A summary of what happened these 4 months. I hope you enjoyed it because I did. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for viewing,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To check out the dollmeet piccies, check out my &lt;a href="http://magicfart.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviantArt&lt;/a&gt;. I would really appreciate the support! In case you have noooo idea what I'm talking about, here are some pictures of my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/112/9/1/Solemn_by_magicfart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/112/9/1/Solemn_by_magicfart.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Louis :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/f/2010/113/2/4/Snapshot_by_magicfart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs70/300W/f/2010/113/2/4/Snapshot_by_magicfart.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Benni:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2010/112/7/c/Click_by_magicfart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs71/300W/i/2010/112/7/c/Click_by_magicfart.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Together:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-6493947138986151517?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/6493947138986151517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/6493947138986151517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/6493947138986151517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html' title='Updates~'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-4558075066323971252</id><published>2010-01-18T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:06:07.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were you listening to a word I've said?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="557" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=148909334&amp;amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=148909334&amp;amp;width=1337" height="557" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/148909334/"&gt;An eye for an eye Louis&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://magicfart.deviantart.com/"&gt;magicfart&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;For those who don't have a deviantART account, I think it would be nice to share Louis pics here too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; 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-webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Hope you like it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;- J &amp;amp; L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-4558075066323971252?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/4558075066323971252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-you-listening-to-word-ive-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4558075066323971252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4558075066323971252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2010/01/were-you-listening-to-word-ive-said.html' title='Were you listening to a word I&apos;ve said?'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-1345472148772246998</id><published>2009-09-17T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:02:10.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is full of rainbows. :)</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post this in MLIA on Wednesday,"Today, I found a broken tile in one of the classrooms in my school. I thought there might be a whole underneath it and I could travel to Wonderland like Alice did. But my teacher stopped me in time before I could completely remove it from there ground. I guess it's not time for me to go to Wonderland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't. Cause I had to create an account, and many other things...(lazy...) And Wednesday was so over... So I can't post it anymore. :( (honesty is the best policy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway... Life has been pretty normal today.(Lol, those who read MLIA should know that line), everyday is just sleep, school, eat, homework, Enchan... So boring. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what...I can't think of anything to write anymore. I think I'm gonna spam on literature. Yes, I'm gonna do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the summary for A Midsummer Night's Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermia and Lysander are in love. Typical young lovers, at the age of puberty, raging hormones, immature thinking. Hermia's daddy, Egeus, disapproves of their relationship(typical traditional father), and only gives her daughter two options. Death or marriage to the marriage he approves of, Demetrius, who is infatuated with Hermia.(Ouch, tough luck Hermia.) So now, Hermia and Lysander decides to elope. Then Helena, Hermia's best friend came by. "To [her], [their] minds will unfold" and they told her about their plan to elope. Helena thought it was a good chance to win back Demetrius love(she's CRAZY over this "inconstant and spotted man") so she told him the elopement.And then.....-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it. It's way too long. I'm tired already... When I finish studying the whole book, I'll proudly and patiently continue with the oh so exciting book. Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya, don't wanna be ya! XD&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;An essay is like a miniskirt. Long enough to cover the subject, short enough to keep it interesting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adapted from MLIA. Thanks to Jinghan. ^ ^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-1345472148772246998?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/1345472148772246998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-full-of-rainbows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/1345472148772246998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/1345472148772246998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-is-full-of-rainbows.html' title='Life is full of rainbows. :)'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-4893678961818751069</id><published>2009-08-31T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T15:47:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy T's Day!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY!!!!!!! ^^ To all the teachers that have taught me, thank you for your patience and guidance. My present to you is my results for end of year!!!! ^^(If I get really lousy grades, I'm very very sorry...&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now back to normal post. I had a BRILLIANT idea when I was in the toilet. I came up with this new game(for myself, you can play it too if you want), but I'm not sure if it already has been invented... Who cares! I was thinking about the "5 facts about me" circulating within Youtube a while back, and the American 'game' called 20 Questions. Then I thought of this! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "First thing..." What you have to do is come up with a question for yourself with "The first thing I do when..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.g. The first thing I do when I come home is to kiss Enchan~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty lame and stupid, but it can be fun when you think of something.....weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, the first thing I do when I get under the shower is to wash my feet.(yeah, I've been doing that since young to test out the water first before my whole body gets under it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)The first thing I do when I turn on the computer is to visit dreamofdoll.com (What...I was only checking for updates....&gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The first thing I do before I sleep is to arrange my bed properly.(My bed has LOTS of stuff toys[4 actually, plus pillows and blosters], so I always arrange them in the same manner EVERY night. OCPD much?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)The first thing I do before I start drawing anime is to fold a tiny paper box.(I throw my eraser dust inside so my desk is neater.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)The first thing I do when I see Louis everyday is to kiss him on the forehead.(...... It's normal okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)The first thing I do when I get a new handphone is to check out its games.(If the games suck, I move on to explore other functions. Otherwise, I'll spend the rest of the day playing games.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)The first thing I do when I see a romance novel is to read the end of the story.(If the obstacle in the story that threatens the lovers' relationship is boring or dumb, I wouldn't borrow it. And I also NEVER borrow books where there's two timing involved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)The first thing I do before I eat is to arrange my plate, soup bowl and cup.(I also arrange where my food should be placed...It's easier to eat that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)The first thing I do when I reach a hotel room is to check out the toilet.(The toilet says it all... If it doesn't have a good lighting, shiny toilet bowl and a good bath tub, I know I wouldn't enjoy my stay...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)The first thing I do when I wake up is to remember what day is it and what I'm gonna do next.(My brain starts working immediately when I wake up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)The first thing I do when I read a horror book/mysterious book with a cold-blooded murderer is to find a spot with more people so that I wouldn't be alone.(I'm scared... Especially when they describe how the people are going to get killed...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all the facts I could come up with at the moment. I will continue adding on in the next few posts(I wonder when....), and after I have further observe myself. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~ &lt;br /&gt;Jamie &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-4893678961818751069?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/4893678961818751069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-ts-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4893678961818751069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4893678961818751069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-ts-day.html' title='Happy T&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-4388690954202302425</id><published>2009-08-29T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:03:35.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone.</title><content type='html'>Yay~ I'm finally back! :D Lol, have been SUPER lazy to update this blog. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Nothing's changed. Haiz. My life is BOOOOring... Homework and study EVERYDAY. In the end, the results weren't what I expected. I am really disappointed in myself for literature. I actually MISREAD the Qns. I MISREAD IT! HOW STUPID CAN I BEEEEEEEE!!!!! It's like I ALWAYS blank out in tests nowadays. I seriously don't know what to do, and I don't know how to improve. I write like this, too far fetch. I write like that, not in depth enough. I suuuck....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And CCA. Man, it's tiring me OUT. I think about this, I think about that. I keep thinking about what to do for CCA, what's the next step, when's the next meeting, blah blah blah. My head hurts... There's so many things going on. I seriously want it to stop. I want everything to be peaceful like last time. Why can't everyone forgive and forget? I know I'm trying my best to, and I felt like I was successful with it. &lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, there's just so many things to say and I can't find the right listening ear to say all this too. And nobody actually wants it listen. Ha. Heck, I don't even know where to start and what to say. My thoughts are extremely disorganised and all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to sleep it over. And wake up tomorrow morning. Start the day right. Do all that homework. Discipline..............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is tough, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-4388690954202302425?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/4388690954202302425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-im-finally-back-d-lol-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4388690954202302425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4388690954202302425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/08/yay-im-finally-back-d-lol-have-been.html' title='Gone.'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-7305994620570639397</id><published>2009-06-19T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:46:48.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Updates!</title><content type='html'>YAY!~ I'm back from camp! At long last! XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for the KPTT Camp on the 17 of June, which was two days ago. Felt longer than that, though... It was really fun! We got to cook for our Juniors, sleep really late, eat until we're bloated, and played lots of games! ^^ And I found out I can't cook for nuts... D8 The dream of becoming a cook seems impossible... XD And I also realised Pei Wen was a very motherly type figure... Having no maid does have its advantages... Everything was pretty slack for Sec 3s(oops, am I allowed to say this?), but we had to start planning for Arts Festival. 8D Look forward to it! It's gonna be AWEEEEEsome! (I hope...)&lt;br /&gt;When I first arrived in school, people was already asking if I brought Louis along... My one answer to their question, "YOU SIAO AR?" Seriously people, I would not DARE to bring Louis to school. It would be like bringing Enchan to school! And that ain't good either! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I am the new PRESIDENT of KPTT! 8D I HAVE FINALLY OUTSHINE MY BROTHER IN ONE ASPECT!!!! YESSSSSSS!!! Lol, but no one in my family gives a damn, since he's in RJC and everything. My dad and mum don't even know what KPTT REALLY do...(=_=)"&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can be a good president. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when I came home, the first person to greet me was ENCHAN! XD He was sooo happy that I'm home! He was jumping around, licking my hands, smelling my face and pouncing on me. LOL! It's really nice to have a dog, they seem to be the only ones happy that you're home... Makes you really happy and appreciated. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my handphone just now, too... I only received two text messages... TWO. That's sooo pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Still have lots of homework to do... Haish... Why does time fly so fast nowadays? It used to go so slowly in primary school... I still remember when I was preparing for PSLE... then BAM! I'm already sec 3, preparing for 'O' Levels......D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm too tired to type anymore... Will post Louis' Meeting with SOMEONE! MUAHAHAHA! Aren't you curious???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in next week for Chapter 3: Louis' meeting with Mysterious L!!!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Jamie Quek with you on Jamie's Jargon. Have a nice day and see you next week. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;P.S. ZOMG. ENCHAN JUST WENT UPSTAIRS!!! Remember to tune in next time for more info about it! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-7305994620570639397?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/7305994620570639397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/7305994620570639397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/7305994620570639397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp-updates.html' title='Camp Updates!'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-2584891643018611450</id><published>2009-05-30T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:10:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long to be free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/gaw_photos/wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 351px;" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/gaw_photos/wings.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;"Tell me, child. What do you want?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Freedom."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-2584891643018611450?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/2584891643018611450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-to-be-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2584891643018611450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2584891643018611450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-to-be-free.html' title='Long to be free.'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-2996529766697836299</id><published>2009-05-25T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:03:24.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: Louis and his 1st Car Ride</title><content type='html'>Yay, finally had the time(and energy, and willingness, and... you get the picture) to update my blog!~ XD Okay, uh...let's talk about...MY RESULTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words. Under performed.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to get top 10 in class... Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the weather. ( I HAVE to talk about this one....)&lt;br /&gt;It's soooo freaking hot... I've been joking around, telling my friends,"Hey! It's summer in Singapore!" They just ignored me... Am I the only one that finds it funny???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis: *Yawns* Apparently... You've never been normal once, anyway... *hugs Zack tightly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's interfering again... Argh. Anyway, back to the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought Louis on a car ride on Sunday! 8D He LOVES it! He loves the sun, the air con, and best of all... The other people driving past... He seems to be...very interested... Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis: Hey! I haven't been out much! You can't blame me for being curious... *pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh..so cute... Okay, ON WITH THE PHOTOS! Yeah, I took some! 8D And the lighting this time... Too much sun... Haha! Hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh-34Ew-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JbMKX76P72U/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh-34Ew-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JbMKX76P72U/s200/DSC00646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339758409724249058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, his first car ride! XD His legs immediately bent when I put him in this position, such a poser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh-NsPodI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SMURCk1TU34/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh-NsPodI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SMURCk1TU34/s200/DSC00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339758398400340434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the sun and view~ (this was a pretty good pic, compared to the rest... the whole time the car was bumping here and there, it was really difficult to get a good shot.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh99TSE_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LfS6uP2-YOc/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh99TSE_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/LfS6uP2-YOc/s200/DSC00639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339758394000675826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says "Woodlands Ave 12" on the green signboard. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh-tPncQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nDX3FaZf-P4/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh-tPncQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nDX3FaZf-P4/s200/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339758406870200578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was looking at that car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/ShqdmVl1LmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bHJJqEDwAFA/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/ShqdmVl1LmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bHJJqEDwAFA/s200/DSC00648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339753590157553250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, all of a sudden, he shakes my finger and points to that car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/ShqdmIIdgxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Vl8a_Ho3MtY/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/ShqdmIIdgxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Vl8a_Ho3MtY/s200/DSC00654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339753586544706322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to take his picture, but he kept pointing out of the window.(Please understand that he calls me to see something for no apparent reason, and he says that the thing he saw was really funny...he did that a lot of times during the car ride, and nothing seemed funny to me... so I didn't bother about him when he shook me again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqdm6o-uxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/y9JZtdRspE0/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqdm6o-uxI/AAAAAAAAAJg/y9JZtdRspE0/s200/DSC00649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339753600102873874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get a shot of what he was looking at(finally, lol). But couldn't catch it. Apparently, it was some old fat guy, who was balding, was driving a car... (refer to pic #04) He thought it was funny... D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omake shots~ :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqdl58p6UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hVMa0dybQIc/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqdl58p6UI/AAAAAAAAAJI/hVMa0dybQIc/s200/DSC00658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339753582737090882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was standing like that the whole time~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/ShqdloLtVgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Bcb3q1fxZh4/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/ShqdloLtVgI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Bcb3q1fxZh4/s200/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339753577968391682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waves bye bye~ (sorry for lousy shot, car and parents were not cooperating...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh_LFLw3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/3t3HGb1RmDw/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh_LFLw3I/AAAAAAAAAKI/3t3HGb1RmDw/s200/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339758414879507314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you were wondering who Zack was, he is a stuff toy I bought from some foreign airport... I forgot where. Louis loves that stuff toy to death and hardly let goes of it... (he let it go during the car ride cause he was too excited. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-2996529766697836299?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/2996529766697836299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-2-louis-and-his-1st-car-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2996529766697836299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2996529766697836299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/05/chapter-2-louis-and-his-1st-car-ride.html' title='Chapter 2: Louis and his 1st Car Ride'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/Shqh-34Ew-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JbMKX76P72U/s72-c/DSC00646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-725186571141313713</id><published>2009-05-09T13:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:52:18.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head over heels</title><content type='html'>So, this were the few reasons why I haven't been updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #01) THERE WAS MID-YEARS!!! SOOOOO glad that was over. I'm not too worried about my results too~ Know why? Coz I am SO CONFIDENT of getting all Cs!!! Yipee~~ (hope there isn't a D...if it's chinese then it's alright.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #02) Duh... I'm lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #03) LOUIS IS HERE!!! XD Oh, he wants to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis: *pouts* Is it a really bad thing that I'm keeping you from updating your blog....? *puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: uh... uh... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zomg... the power of puppy eyes... &lt;/span&gt;Noooo~ Don't be all cutsy with me... I know you too well to fall for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis: &gt;) ah shucks... too bad it didn't work! *stick tongue out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO THE MAIN TOPIC! Sorry for the interference... This might appear again in the future blog posts... Lol. Here's a few pics of Louis~~ He made it a point to look REALLY cute in the pics....he thinks he's freaking adorable... =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before it starts, I want to apologise for the sucky lighting!!! My house doesn't get much sunlight and I don't have a table lamp, so I had to stick with a torch light for now. SO SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, he's saying hi~ Oh, it's REALLY blue coz of the camera effect. Forgot to change it. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUXKoOaoJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bp7l9bNmWZY/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUXKoOaoJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bp7l9bNmWZY/s200/DSC00563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333694805054234770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on Monday, 4/5/09, the night before my geog and E maths paper... Yep, I couldn't concentrate AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUYth0ahPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wV5qfHiUAD0/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUYth0ahPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/wV5qfHiUAD0/s200/DSC00555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333696504141612274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; He's so cute here! Sorry if you can't really see his face, I haven't discover something called a torchlight yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUYtxyHIlI/AAAAAAAAAII/efJOLMWYOQc/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUYtxyHIlI/AAAAAAAAAII/efJOLMWYOQc/s200/DSC00565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333696508426920530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic really shows his personality... Irritating brat... Two-faced squirt... &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUYuUeIn6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Bc3SGgDyRJg/s1600-h/DSC00593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUYuUeIn6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/Bc3SGgDyRJg/s200/DSC00593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333696517738373026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite shot of him! &gt;///&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUYuJRAHtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0x-9PXEcVNI/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUYuJRAHtI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0x-9PXEcVNI/s200/DSC00585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333696514730499794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks! Will up load more when I get a table lamp! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-725186571141313713?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/725186571141313713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/05/head-over-heels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/725186571141313713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/725186571141313713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/05/head-over-heels.html' title='Head over heels'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SgUXKoOaoJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bp7l9bNmWZY/s72-c/DSC00563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-2141957664422512882</id><published>2009-05-01T15:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:58:56.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE'S COMING!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;HE IS COMING!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;LOUIS&lt;/u&gt; IS COMING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MY LIFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To hell with MYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-2141957664422512882?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/2141957664422512882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2141957664422512882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2141957664422512882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-coming.html' title='HE&apos;S COMING!!!'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-5180092096624487061</id><published>2009-04-13T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:37:52.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When is he coming home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Louis isn't coming yet. Louis isn't coming yet. Louis isn't coming yet. Louis isn't coming yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;Louis isn't coming yet. Louis isn't coming yet. Louis isn't coming yet. Louis isn't coming yet. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louis isn't coming yet. Louis isn't coming yet. Louis isn't coming yet. Louis isn't coming yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D8 people... Stop asking about when he's coming... Please... My heart hurts enough already... He's gonna arrive next month, I think? T^T Stupid DOD... Sent me an email saying :&lt;br /&gt;"Right now we are doing our best for sending your doll quickly.&lt;br /&gt;We think we can ship your as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to keep you waiting&lt;br /&gt;Please wait a little more^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the ^^... Pisses me off... AND THE WAY THEY SAY IT IS SO.....nicely? Like it won't make you feel piss off, instead you'll think "Yay~ He'll be coming soon~ I just have to WAIT A BIT LONGER!" ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop thinking about Louise........&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;School. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;There's sooo many bloody homework... It's like the most teachers don't know that we have other subjects to study for other than theirs... And gives us RIDICULOUS deadlines. T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm slacking a bit too... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate homework. Bleagh. Don't wanna do it anymore. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Can't. Think. Of. Anything. To. Write. About.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie has just signed out of blogger.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-5180092096624487061?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/5180092096624487061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-is-he-coming-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/5180092096624487061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/5180092096624487061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-is-he-coming-home.html' title='When is he coming home?'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-5240844971274725207</id><published>2009-04-01T18:03:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:39:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's Louis? :(</title><content type='html'>8D Yay, I'm updating my blog~ XD That's cause....ALL THE CLOTHES HAVE ARRIVED! XDXDXDXD UBER HAPPY~~~ All of Louis' clothes HAVE ARRIVED! ( the only thing missing now is LOUIS!) XD Here are some pics of his clothes~ By the way, the watch, calculator and water bottles are there for size reference. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jacket for Louis~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNEh74rnQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1KoCHf6Bbak/s1600-h/DSCF0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNEh74rnQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1KoCHf6Bbak/s200/DSCF0595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319670934656490754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee-shirt for the jacket~ (It has a v cut~ &gt;w&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDzMH1rBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sF6b3sTNVd4/s1600-h/DSCF0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDzMH1rBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/sF6b3sTNVd4/s200/DSCF0596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319670131561180178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeans~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDy5_jxII/AAAAAAAAAHg/xilm1KR2spY/s1600-h/DSCF0597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDy5_jxII/AAAAAAAAAHg/xilm1KR2spY/s200/DSCF0597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319670126694614146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS HAT!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDKundLjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wYZ1oXA7ZR4/s1600-h/DSCF0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDKundLjI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wYZ1oXA7ZR4/s200/DSCF0600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319669436445961778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDKUnObmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V5M2lBgJvCw/s1600-h/DSCF0605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDKUnObmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V5M2lBgJvCw/s200/DSCF0605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319669429465673314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDKMncv4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CJ3j96T4KtE/s1600-h/DSCF0603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDKMncv4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/CJ3j96T4KtE/s200/DSCF0603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319669427319127938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEATHER PANTS! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDJ7_P4qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JbXHrK63wDI/s1600-h/DSCF0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDJ7_P4qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/JbXHrK63wDI/s200/DSCF0606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319669422855545506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtle neck~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDJs1oF3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qGRwANbeI3g/s1600-h/DSCF0608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNDJs1oF3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/qGRwANbeI3g/s200/DSCF0608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319669418788657010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FAVOURITE....tee shirt? XD (It has arm warmers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNCarnvntI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EhQADQBu4CE/s1600-h/DSCF0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNCarnvntI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EhQADQBu4CE/s200/DSCF0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319668611008143058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socks! (it's new, so it doesn't stink!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNCaXJVxJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wskL6sx0BW0/s1600-h/DSCF0610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNCaXJVxJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/wskL6sx0BW0/s200/DSCF0610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319668605511910546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pair of boots is really TALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNBX1jOHdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CW9QYbg_5TY/s1600-h/DSCF0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNBX1jOHdI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CW9QYbg_5TY/s200/DSCF0611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319667462622289362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNBLQlz0HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tUM_DWooiDA/s1600-h/DSCF0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNBLQlz0HI/AAAAAAAAAGY/tUM_DWooiDA/s200/DSCF0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319667246542606450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smaller pair of boots~ My fave~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNA5pXwG0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CUZPxCVlUE0/s1600-h/DSCF0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNA5pXwG0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/CUZPxCVlUE0/s200/DSCF0618.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319666943956884290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNAYExYTnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zbtPh6abUzw/s1600-h/DSCF0620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNAYExYTnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zbtPh6abUzw/s200/DSCF0620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319666367196581490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneakers~ X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdM_6-n_0oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xK4YjojO78o/s1600-h/DSCF0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdM_6-n_0oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xK4YjojO78o/s200/DSCF0621.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319665867330409090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, THE HAIR! XD&lt;br /&gt;The water bottle will be my "temporary Louis" till the REAL one comes. XD&lt;br /&gt;I absoutely adore the wig! &gt;&lt; Wonder if it will look good on Louis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdM_hQIDjxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r6TzYWjhSqU/s1600-h/DSCF0627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdM_hQIDjxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/r6TzYWjhSqU/s200/DSCF0627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319665425351675666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omake: (a few of my fave combinations)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdM_RYCU4TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FdCDWTBnpKE/s1600-h/DSCF0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdM_RYCU4TI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FdCDWTBnpKE/s200/DSCF0629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319665152597221682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdM_FvgdXmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KC0s-7OenuE/s1600-h/DSCF0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdM_FvgdXmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KC0s-7OenuE/s200/DSCF0630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319664952739192418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all~ :D Lol, it's like a photoshoot without the person. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdM-qzSQCoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0jWIuqbUgiM/s1600-h/DSCF0596.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-5240844971274725207?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/5240844971274725207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheres-louise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/5240844971274725207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/5240844971274725207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/04/wheres-louise.html' title='Where&apos;s Louis? :('/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LXxdbdjM6DM/SdNEh74rnQI/AAAAAAAAAHw/1KoCHf6Bbak/s72-c/DSCF0595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-655252906548043052</id><published>2009-03-28T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:22:10.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin</title><content type='html'>Lalala~ XD I UBER  happy today~ Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Singapore has been SOOOOO freaking hot these few days, some of my classmates decided to go SWIMMING! (I tagged along ^^v) Peiwen, Nat Neo, Lu Yi and I went to Jurong East Swimming Complex and swam for....2++ hours. Everyone was soooo bloody hungry. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to go home, I wanted to stop by The Bluez to buy an earring. (Saw Wanyi, Sham and Zona on the way, Hi guys! XD ) Then somehow, Peiwen got into the shopping mode. She tortured me by making me go shopping all over Lot 1 and This Fashion AND Alano. I was REALLY tired by then. Managed to escape alive, though. 8Dv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. Lol. I'm easily contented. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, PPR. Yuck. I didn't do well for maths. :( And my PTM was less than 5 mins. Again. Why isn't it longer? Why the teachers always no comment about meeeeee?! I think I have do something so daring, so....EXTRAVAGENT that they can't ignore me. Lol. Like I could ever think up of something like that... I think I'll only get suspended from school if I ever do things like that.... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 4 weeks and 2 days. 30 days since I ordered my doll... I told my friend,"10 weeks, man. That's my limit. Any more than that, I might go insane." Her limit was 7 weeks. Argh. Why does the wait have to be sooooo long....? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I keep jumping topics. Lol. Like anyone will read this. :P TODAY IS EARTH HOUR!(I think that's what you call it....) I HAVE ONLY 30 MINS STARTING FROM NOW. XD So excited~ I still haven't figure out what I'm gonna do for an hour without electricity.... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post Chapter 3 of Rose~ Here goes! (It rhymes!~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 3: Senses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More time flew by. It was then that I heard a humming tune. At firstm I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. I thought I had gone insane from being in the dark for so long. But suddenly, I could smell clay. I could feel warmth from the pair of hands that was molding me. I could hear sweet whispers of love from a husky voice. I wanted to tell him to let me out of the darkness, take me away, to love me. But my voice seemed to have been lost, along with my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patience, my love. You'll see the world soon," the husky voice whispered. He seemed to have sensed my anxiousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to give up on waiting, about to give up on trusting that sweet voice that promised me my sight back, I felt my eyes. I felt it being put gently into my skull, being adjusted, feeling about its new position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt soft lips kiss my forehead and murmured,"Open your eyes, love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 4: Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitantly, I tried to flicker my eyes, worrying that the voice might decieve me. But when I opened my eyes a little, light sipped into my vision. Everything was a blur at first. A tall man with bronze hairand glassed sitting on the bridge of his nose seemed to stare down at me, as if waiting for some sort of reaction from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blinked a few more times and my vision became clear. The man in front of me was beautiful. Clear blue eyes, a sharp handsome nose, high cheek bones and a lopsided grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Da..dee," I rasped. My tiny, delicate hands seem to reach out to for him on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Rose. I am you father. Welcome back to the world, love," he said in a soft voice, as if afraid that I might be frighten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled up at him as he hugged me lovingly, trying not to break my newly made body. His lips brushed against my ears and breathed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You're such a beautiful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doll&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So that's the end of my short story. Hope you like it! Comment please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-655252906548043052?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/655252906548043052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/03/fin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/655252906548043052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/655252906548043052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/03/fin.html' title='Fin'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-732840003340933178</id><published>2009-03-07T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:26:47.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe</title><content type='html'>D: finally took the time to blog. Lol. Had common test on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. 2 papers on Monday(Chinese[yuck] and SS), 3papers each on the remaining days. I think I did badly for the tests... T^T Miss Leong doesn't intend to mark our papers too... Double T^T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This part has been edited due to technical problems. It sucks to be me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Anyway, here's chapter 2 of "Rose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Safe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next instant, when I woke up, I found myself in darkness. I couldn't even tell if I had opened my eyes. Everything wsas pitch black. Hell? couldn't be, I did not feel burning or agony. My whole bosy still felt very weak, like it travelled a long journey. I wanted to panic, to scream, to find an escape, to &lt;span&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing. I couldn't move or feel anything. A strange wave of calmness just flowed through my veins. Like I knew that I was safe hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands. That was when I realised something was touching my chest. Exploring, moulding, &lt;span&gt;caressing&lt;/span&gt;. It felt as if something, or someone, was shaping my body, providing energy for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know for how long I've been in the darkness, waiting for something. But I could feel, that as time go by, I was getting stronger. My whole body seem to have a life again. A shell to live in. However, I have not gotten back my senses. I couldn't hear, see, taste, smell or feel... The only thing that I felt at that time was the same pair of hands that was continuously molding my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-732840003340933178?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/732840003340933178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/03/safe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/732840003340933178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/732840003340933178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/03/safe.html' title='Safe'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-2993440333339277556</id><published>2009-02-22T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T12:41:41.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose</title><content type='html'>Came back from camp on Friday. Sooooo tired, but didn't take any naps like my classmates... XP And I slept at 11.00pm. Zonged. I had to do my homework toooooo~~~ T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanted to post my "story" here. :D Yeah, I wrote a "story". It's called... er... "Rose". Yep, it took me 5 minutes to came up with that name... Lol. Stupid name, if you guys have a better name for the story(for those that have read it), please do share! Oh, and it has CHAPTERS! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chapter 1: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Realms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only faintest memory I had was when I was dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a realm of dreams, I was swimming around in a world of obliviousness. Searching for a purpose in life. A reason to why I'm here. I couldn't remember my past, couldn't foresee my future, couldn't live the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, I passed by numerous souls that dwells within the same realms. Each day, I wonder why were we stuck here, with no where to go. Each day, I hoped for something. Anything. But nothing came. I always lingering near the boundary. The boundary that keeps us away from the other side. No one knew what was on the other side, but everyone knew that you will disintegrate into vapour if you ever cross the boundary. No one ever dared to cross, everyone wanted to live still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then, when I decided to rest at a spot to think about mindless daydreams, to get away from prying restless souls, that I felt my chest being pulled away. Not literally, but something invisible was pulling the energy out of me. My limbs became weaker, my eyes got heavier. Something strong, powerful and unknown was pulling me towards the boundary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Not the boundary! No!" I tried to scream. But, my voice was lost. My body floated nearer towards death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still want to live! I still want to find a purpose in life! No!!!" I thought hard. I tried to fight the force, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will live. Just trust me..." A faint voice whispered in my head just as my fingers touched the boundary. Then, everything went black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-2993440333339277556?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/2993440333339277556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/02/rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2993440333339277556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2993440333339277556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/02/rose.html' title='Rose'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-3292450821133078022</id><published>2009-02-13T23:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:15:41.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day Eve</title><content type='html'>Yay~ Valentine's Day! ♥ More like Eve... &gt;&lt; Got a lot of prezzies! XD So happy~ I hope I won't go fat... There's too many chocos for me to eat it all alone... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad. I thought Friday the Thirteen would be worse. Other then the fact our class tee didn't turn out the way we expected it to be... Haiz... There's always next year! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA was FUN today! We played games, met the new sec 1s... Ok, so the sec 1s are not what I expected them to be. Some of them had a very obvious "I-can't-be-bothered-to-be-here" look. T^T Made me really disappointed. Anyway, it's our first time meeting them. Can't judge them just yet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to talk about today... Nothing interesting happened...*cough*... Er... It's getting late... I should go to sleep now...    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeri-  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA! NOT YET! I HAVEN'T SAID ANYTHING ABOUT LOUISE! XD I want my Louise!!! I really really REALLY want him. And I hope I would have enough money to buy him WITH the clothes...  Ok, now it's really good night. XD   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just for RANTS:&lt;br /&gt;"This is why I hate Valentine's Day,"I reminded myself the unteem time since I have reached the campus. Every corner I turned to, there would be a couple groping, kissing, or just sucking each others face off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I groaned in exasperation when I saw my best friend exchanging saliva with her boyfriend. Ew. This is why I hate Valentine's Day. Because it reminds me that I'm single. Alone. Solitary. "What did others have that I don't..." I wondered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grumbling inwardly all the way while I was subconsciously walking to my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid Valenti-" Just as I opened my locker, a pink scented note fell out of it. With anticipation running through my veins, I picked up the note from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read the first few words on the front page, I grinned to myself. "Maybe Valentine's Day isn't so bad after all..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-3292450821133078022?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/3292450821133078022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/3292450821133078022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/3292450821133078022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day-eve.html' title='V-day Eve'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-3707383884094318590</id><published>2009-02-12T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:01:58.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every moment spent alone.</title><content type='html'>Finally updating. And I'm not supposed to use the computer today. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to finish my homework and my "present" for classmate for Valentine's Day. This is the first time I'm giving AND receiving gifts from FRIENDS on Valentine's Day... XD Hope I get cool stuff!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise is making me go insane. He isn't even here yet. He doesn't even know he is mine yet, but he is starting to drive me insane. Every moment spent alone or daydreaming, he will be occupying my thoughts. Damn him. Him, Kris and Nia! Nia is this uber-ly cute doll I saw from another website. I haven't thought of a name for him yet and I'm not planning to. 'Cause if I ever do that, I know I will want him too much... &gt;&lt; And he costs near $1k. Kris is another doll. His name is Kris. XD He's "model-type" name is...Libra... Yeah, I know. Weird. XD But, he's uber cute too~~ And I'm gonna crossdress him. MUAHAHAHAHA! Kris cost about... $550? Around there. Hope to get him soon! 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of ranting about dolls. I don't even want to think about it. T_T I just want my Louise. ARGH. I JUST SAID I WON'T THINK ABOUT HIM. Ok, breathe. In, out. In, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow. V-day eve. PRESENTS HERE I COME! 8D I hope it's an aweeeeeesome day! XD (cause with the whole Friday the Thirteen and all...)  OH MY GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SEC 1S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD I hope they're cute! Not that I want to have one as a boyfriend. A-hem. Anyway, SEC ONES~~~ I want to see how they look like~ Please, God, don't make them an annoying bunch. So far, it's been good with the sec 2 batch. *Crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, time flies really fast. Just 2 years ago, I was so scared of coming to the CCA for the first time. I still remember Eswary. :) Now I'm sec 3~~ I can bully~~~ XD Oops. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I have tuition later. I haven't done anything productive. The computer is a bad influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm...Cheerio?&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just for rants:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As she gazed out of the windows, letting her mind shut off from the teacher's rants, she felt a pang in her heart. "I wish he was here with me..." she thought to herself, "Stop thinking about him! Get yourself together, girl!" She lightly slapped her forehead, trying to push back those thoughts about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her lab partner looked at her with a concerned look. She forced a smile back, reassuring her. It was going to be a long day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-3707383884094318590?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/3707383884094318590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-moment-spent-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/3707383884094318590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/3707383884094318590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/02/every-moment-spent-alone.html' title='Every moment spent alone.'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-2369719044899816625</id><published>2009-01-29T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:45:55.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do, so little time...</title><content type='html'>In Jamie's mind, there are four types of items to look out for when buying stuff :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Look and do not want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;2) Look and consider buying it.(but in the end will not buy because I weighed the pros and cons.)&lt;br /&gt;3) Look, buy and regret.&lt;br /&gt;4) One look, immediately buy and love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my liking for dolls fall into category 4. Although I haven't bought it yet, but I will love it! I have changed the doll that I want to buy. It is no longer Camine(Lavye Jasper Zachart), it is not Kirill(Lucas Hale) too... It is now Ivan(Louise Hale). Please do not try to google or wiki the names in the bracket. They are names that I gave to my dolls. I do not want to refer them to their doll type name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father has also agreed to let me keep a doll! 8D But I have to use my own money. So I think Louise will have more sentimental value as tried my very best to save up as much money as possible in the shortest time. But that's another story for next time. When I DO get Louise, I'm gonna take LOTS of pics of him. 8D I can't wait!!!~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and if you do want to get me a birthday present, what I want the most is MONEY. Seriously. Put it in ang baos to cover up how much you give me. I will not accept $10 and below! Just joking. You don't have to get anything for my birthday. XD I'm a very simple person. No need presents. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to real topics. These few days I have been so busy... CNY, relatives, school, homework. I'm deprived of sleep too! Well, to me. I AM deprived of sleep. Because I keep having such vivid dreams... *shudders* Do not wanna talk about it... T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;That was so Thursday. Today is Friday. XD I had to stop at that part for Thursday because my tuition teacher came. Ok, today. I had CCA. AND WE DIDN'T RUN! WOOTS! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They was a lot going on in the CCA too, zzz. Don't wanna talk about it... T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was amazingly fun. XD A lot of stupid stuff happened. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed by my copying skills during literature. I kept changing the colours of my pen to suit the notes that I'm writing AND I still wrote faster than my classmate who only use one colour. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I'm still lacking of sleep. zzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie ♥~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-2369719044899816625?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/2369719044899816625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2369719044899816625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2369719044899816625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-to-do-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do, so little time...'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-5349025370997034183</id><published>2009-01-26T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:55:15.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, am I HAPPY~ I got lotsa mahneh~~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some relatives asked me strange stuff... One asked if I was sec 4, while another thought I was sec 2... T^T WHY DIDN'T ANYONE GUESSED SEC 3! Boo hoo hoo... Well, I couldn't care less. I just smiled for the money~ MUAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... This makes me seem so anti-social, money-minded, fake person...personality. zzz. I'm actually so loving~ *puke* Just joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I wanna thank Wan Yi for helping me through my tough times... Thank you! LOL. I just hate reunion dinners at my dad's relative place. She helped me kill time. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... there's really nothing I can say about CNY... It's just a day where kids get lots of money. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooooo bored. I have another reunion dinner at my mum's relative place tonight. Now that one I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. I'm still waiting for that rich ass person. I really NEED that $650... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-5349025370997034183?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/5349025370997034183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-everyone-man-am-i-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/5349025370997034183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/5349025370997034183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-everyone-man-am-i-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-4897064854126526589</id><published>2009-01-25T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:56:51.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A place for you in my heart</title><content type='html'>I am feeling so damn depressed. My friend is getting a doll and I'm not. Fuck it. She's gonna get a teenage one, and I'm not going to get my Camine!!! T^T I HATE MYSELF FOR NOT SAVING UP! AHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Never mind. Tomorrow's CNY. Must be happy. Can get money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money = Doll&lt;br /&gt;Doll = Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Happiness = Good mood&lt;br /&gt;Good mood = Studies Improve&lt;br /&gt;Studies improve = Buying doll is worth it&lt;br /&gt;Buying doll is worth it = parents won't object anymore&lt;br /&gt;Parents won't object anymore = CAMINE&lt;br /&gt;CAMINE = Happiness&lt;br /&gt;etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! IT'S A FREAKING CYCLE!!! I really really really really really want this. Haizz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would my parents looked but with my eyes"&lt;br /&gt;"Rather your eyes must with their judgement look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fitting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or else it stood upon the choice of friends" -&lt;br /&gt;"Oh hell! To choose love by another's eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one shall make me want Ivan. I WANT KIRILL! BUT I WANT CAMINE MORE! zzz... T^T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Belike for the want of rain, which I could well/&lt;br /&gt;Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so frustrating. I hate this feeling of emptiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as requested,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AISHAH REALLY ROCKS YOU KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;Jamie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. If there is anyone freaking rich out there, can you get me a $650 ang bao? So that I can buy my doll? Please? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-4897064854126526589?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/4897064854126526589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-feeling-so-damn-depressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4897064854126526589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/4897064854126526589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-feeling-so-damn-depressed.html' title='A place for you in my heart'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-7188135816560467660</id><published>2009-01-15T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:03:20.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers create the Fantasy World, Readers indulge themselves in them.</title><content type='html'>LAST NIGHT WAS AWESOME! OH MY GOD! AHHHHHHH~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, stop that dirty thought... I know what you're thinking... It's not like that! I just wanted to say~~ I had a dream about HIM!!! XD Made me UBER happy when I remembered what I dreamt about~ HEE HEE!! AND! The other GUY made eye contact with me TWICE! YIPEEEE~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I said I hated two timers. C'mon. These are just crushes... I'm not in ANY relationships, so it's not considered cheating! It's a free country! Did I use that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to today. My voice sucked. I can't speak in a high pitch voice OR laugh properly!~ And I love my voice!!! T^T I miss you,  voice! Come back to me~~ Bring back~ Oh bring back!~ Oh bring back my voice to me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FREAKING MC SAVED ME FROM PE! WOOTS! I didn't have to run 1.2km around the school. I feel kind of guilty now... NAH! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also attempted to seduce Jing Han with my "sexy" low voice that I can only do with a cough and flu. Too bad she already has her eyes set on Jacob... Haizz... It's a harsh world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next... Oh! Audrey Lee didn't come to school today. ): I kinda missed her. And I'm still betting her shoes are gonna be PINK, with NO holes, Nat Neo! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During CE(Character Education), I managed to tear up my paper into two. Ok, ALMOST into two. It was ripped halfway only. I felt like vampire at that time! I could rip up a piece of paper!~ YAY~~    (-_-') Don't make fun of me, ok! It was an accident! And I only managed to staple it at the top... T^T And I really put my heart into writing the reflection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading Breaking Dawn. It's pretty boring... zzz... Wanna hurry up and finish it. As for now, I am too hungry to think of anymore things to say about my day. And I don't believe in repeating what I did yesterday! Ok... I forgot what I did yesterday... It's really hard to keep track and I couldn't come up with a heading for the post. This heading popped into my head when I was in the toilet. YAY~ Magical things always happens in Jamie's Toilet~~ (Maybe I should name this blog, Jamie's Toilet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing of-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I wanna add another thing. When I say signing off each time, it sounds so...digital. Ew. I wanna change it. If you have any nice ideas(for those who even bother to visit my blog, I thank you), please leave a tag... I really don't wanna say Signing Off... Ew... For now, I'll stick with "Cheerio" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. Question Of The Week: What does "jargon" mean?&lt;br /&gt;       1)unintelligible or meaningless talk/ gibberish(suits this blog perfectly, huh?)&lt;br /&gt;       2)any talk or writing that one does not understand.(Sorry, some stuff here ARE private jokes among friends. Close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-7188135816560467660?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/7188135816560467660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/writers-create-fantasy-world-readers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/7188135816560467660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/7188135816560467660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/writers-create-fantasy-world-readers.html' title='Writers create the Fantasy World, Readers indulge themselves in them.'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-9063787222106756718</id><published>2009-01-12T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:03:49.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Blues</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. I had so much fun with Audrey Lee.~ LOL! (Just joking...omg...) But strangely, she was in a good mood the whole day. No monday blues for her, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I saw HIM so many times today! And I also went through the door with HIM(another one) today! XD So happy~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE sucked. We had to do some stupid exercises and run three rounds around the parade square. And the process kept repeating itself. I couldn't feel my legs after it ended. Wobbly~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the latest update of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;AUDREY LEE'S SHOES COLLECTION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;She wore a total of 6 different pairs of shoes since 5/1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! You could tell Natalie and I had nothing to do, but admire her shoes. Haha! Joking! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently watching COFFEE PRINCE~~ But I still got chinese homework to do....T^T Ah! Screw Chinese! Coffee Prince is my first priority!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. I LOVE DBSK(just felt like saying it... lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-9063787222106756718?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/9063787222106756718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/9063787222106756718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/9063787222106756718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/monday-blues.html' title='Monday Blues'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-2532211617894770769</id><published>2009-01-11T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:11:28.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight haters</title><content type='html'>Morning... zzz. Still so tired... I slept at 2.00am last night(morning, whatever...)because I was reading Eclipse. Jasper~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I should really talk about the book Twilight... When there's a lover, there's always a hater. I read this article about Twilight on Life! yesterday. And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; totally agree with him. He said Stephenie Meyer spoilt the whole fun about vampires. Vampires were supposed to BURN when the SUNLIGHT touches their skin. NOT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPARKLE&lt;/span&gt; LIKE DIAMONDS. And James could just turn into a bat, bite Bella and make her his. But, noooo! He made arrangements with her to meet up at a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BALLET STUDIO&lt;/span&gt;. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I CAN'T stand. TWO-TIMING. ARGH. Why the hell did both guys forgave Bella even though she's being unfair?! WTH?! Yeah, so Jacob helped Bella when Edward was away. Then why don't she just choose Jacob or something? She had to love BOTH guys and say she loves Edward more! I DON'T LIKE BELLA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, whatever. I'll stop. I still have that Chinese newspaper report and I have tuition. D8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-2532211617894770769?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/2532211617894770769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-haters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2532211617894770769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/2532211617894770769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/twilight-haters.html' title='Twilight haters'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2720792367520626563.post-1108344112767674046</id><published>2009-01-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:54:51.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Hey! I'm finally realising my mistake(I think...) and making a NEW(not improved...) blog! XD YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... maybe I'm the only one happy that I'm back... LOL! Please look forward for the "opening"! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2720792367520626563-1108344112767674046?l=the-honestliar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/feeds/1108344112767674046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-im-finally-realising-my-mistakei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/1108344112767674046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2720792367520626563/posts/default/1108344112767674046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-honestliar.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-im-finally-realising-my-mistakei.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>J-Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09678306199985876146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
