<?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-8049364205372979099</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:07:59.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049364205372979099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Xannelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02298273473940110440</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049364205372979099.post-605983705609984477</id><published>2012-02-16T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T22:07:59.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I take that back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/da/83/funny,obama,swag,lo,photography-da8357a1df799058fea801f8b3395a6f_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8925244/tumblr_ljfurisS1s1qc78xyo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tumblr_ly4yu1bulo1r7cxcqo1_500_large" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/22255369/tumblr_ly4yu1bUlO1r7cxcqo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this world. I hate this society.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really understands me at all. :(&lt;br /&gt;Today, might as well be &lt;b&gt;the worst day of my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, i'm not exaggerating. :(&lt;br /&gt;don't you really which you have a life of someone else ?&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;Someone freaking took my place, Nobody fucking want to stay back with me, to finish a PROJECT.&lt;br /&gt;yes Project, when 5 people gather to make a poster.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone &lt;b&gt;claims&lt;/b&gt; that they're not free, when they did not even give a fuck in the project.&lt;br /&gt;I've been the only one do it since last week. And they?&lt;br /&gt;I believe that they don't even know where haven't do lor.&lt;br /&gt;Helloooo, I have a life right.&lt;br /&gt;So what if i'm free today? i really don't have to do the project alone.&lt;br /&gt;You said that you don't want to bring the freaking board round the school.&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky you have some 'awesome' parents of yours to fetch you to school still say so much.&lt;br /&gt;I have to walk, take bus, walk AGAIN to reach home k. Complain so much for what?&lt;br /&gt;And now, Since i say i don't want to do the project, I &lt;b&gt;bet &lt;/b&gt;they're going to rate me probably 1/10 for the effort lor. just because i don't do it today, when you guys haven't even do it, AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml like seriously, really hate this thing. I take that back, I take that back saying that i'll don't have to worry not having someone to talk to when i'm down. I'm down now, where are you guys?&lt;br /&gt;probably just chilling at home and ranting about how i don't do project today. You guys say you guys have tuition, @ 5. What time does school ends today ? 12.45. So you fucking have no time to do. ok. then what about the 5 hours and 15 minutes. seriously, you guys don't have to take 5 hours and 15 minutes to dress up right. not like you're going on a date or what. unless you want to seduce the teacher lor. &amp;amp; there ain't alot of homework today too. You know what day is today? Friday. There's Saturday, Sunday. And i don't understand why you "don't have time." You think i believe you do homework on Friday ah. When you have 48 hours more on the next two days. -'-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats more is that HMT people took the classroom, to 1.15. I bu shuang then I go in ma. &lt;b&gt;To put my stuffs. &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The teacher fucking boliao one lor. Not like we make alot of noise right. I swear with my heart, I didn't even shuffle my feet or whatever stuff. and how many people are left in the class? 3, out of number how many people in HMT. 3 people then fucking waste my time waiting for them to leave the class likeasnail then i can go in 10seconds to put my stuff?&lt;br /&gt;I think too bad lor. Cause Express Mother Tongue very stupid what compared to them. So they can anyhow qi fu us lor. i really &lt;b&gt;hate &lt;/b&gt;hmt people. They fucking think that they're big. They're in charge of everything. They're smart and we're stupid. But in actual fact, they can't even care for themselves. &lt;b&gt;Get a life, please.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hmt teacher also like bitch only lor. We walk in and she fucking shoo us off. People not in good mood still need please you ah. I give you face only lor. If you're just another ordinary student i'll scream in your face. &amp;nbsp;and I swear you'll go off crying like a baby asking me to forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, I'm really exaggerating now but i really want to vent my anger out. I know i rant too much, but you think i care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049364205372979099-605983705609984477?l=bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/605983705609984477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-take-that-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049364205372979099/posts/default/605983705609984477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049364205372979099/posts/default/605983705609984477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-take-that-back.html' title='I take that back.'/><author><name>Xannelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02298273473940110440</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-8049364205372979099.post-8532327073453630001</id><published>2012-02-10T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T04:48:21.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="280" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/397784_188644184576006_162066260567132_310837_851106244_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://cutestfood.com/uploads/2011/07/CutestFood_com_tumblr_loaxm6cvqh1qdbsdpo1_500_large1.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lglssu2y5J1qd1jl9o1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsug6dRvTB1qf70r5o1_500.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="266" src="http://cutestfood.com/uploads/2011/02/CutestFood_com_cupcakescutepink_1b8475aa12d95f4ff648940e1adbb65a_h_large1.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="267" src="http://www.sadmuffin.net/cherrybam/graphics/photography/photography479.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" src="http://www.sadmuffin.net/cherrybam/graphics/photography/photography403.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="265" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14271557/403_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="320" src="http://media-cdn.pinterest.com/upload/88735055127512139_XVcg1ii1_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines' Day coming in 4 days ! You got a Valentine? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049364205372979099-8532327073453630001?l=bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/8532327073453630001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049364205372979099/posts/default/8532327073453630001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049364205372979099/posts/default/8532327073453630001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day?'/><author><name>Xannelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02298273473940110440</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-8049364205372979099.post-1756422721017670391</id><published>2012-02-09T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T04:49:42.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="220" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRxLXvHCWYY/TVzEQFhw-MI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9z5OkLAILjE/s400/life.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GPR4SyZBf_I/TwOpviU2NpI/AAAAAAAAAl8/PkCSJ7TUtxI/s400/Lifetitle.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://themesbank.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/tumblr-photography6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myspacelyts.net/graphics/photography/tumblr_l5x8q2Pfy21qcxr6ko1_400.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://ilove2pmm.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/take_a_smile_by_apalipis-d3albe9_large.jpeg?w=500" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'School had been great last January, in all perspective, friendship, family ties, relationship, life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would very much prefer 2012 compared to 2011. Many people said that, Secondary two life is the most wonderful year out of your entire secondary school life. Up till now, I will say I very much agree with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2011, I really felt insecure. I really didn't know who my true friends were. Every now and then, we get pissed off at each other. It was fustrating, it was torturing. However, now's where the story begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I made at least three close friends this year. We eat lunch together, have major gossips and bitch about the people in our class, and have girl talks tgt. We just feel happy whenever we have each other around. At least right now, i don't have to worry being alone and no one share a listening ear whenever I'm feeling down. It feels great. Though we might not all share the same thing or interest, we love each other. It doesn't matter like the same things or not, because it just does not matter. Tell me, will you like your best friend to share the same boyfriend as you? No. So &amp;nbsp;that means that friends does not have to share everything in common, while having a heart-to-heart conversation. I look forward to school everyday, especially CCAs. You'll never know the person that sits right behind you that you never talk to will be your next closest friend. :') I love you all, lovelies. :') Give me a hug ! Yay !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049364205372979099-1756422721017670391?l=bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/feeds/1756422721017670391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/january-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049364205372979099/posts/default/1756422721017670391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049364205372979099/posts/default/1756422721017670391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottleof-secrets.blogspot.com/2012/02/january-2012.html' title='January 2012'/><author><name>Xannelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02298273473940110440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRxLXvHCWYY/TVzEQFhw-MI/AAAAAAAAAV0/9z5OkLAILjE/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
