<?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-7601637718110515020</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:19:14.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAH VELCOTT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-4237318623966874746</id><published>2010-07-16T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:31:35.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;OMG HELLO! THIS BLOG IS FCKING DEAD, LOL. KAY WHATEVES, IM SEC 2 NOW, HEHE, JUST IN CASE YOU DINT REALISE. ANW, I WONT BE USING THIS CRAP ANYMORE, SOOOOORYYYY, COZ YOU KNOW WHY? IT DOESNT BRING ANY BENEFIT FOR ME TO TELL YALL WHAT MY DAY OR HOLL WAS LIKE, COZ IN SHORT, NO ONE GIVES A DAMN. LOL, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;ANYWAY SAYONARA, THIS BLOG WILL BE ABANDON IN 3...2..1..(i'll use it when feel like it). KAY BYE! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-4237318623966874746?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4237318623966874746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-hello-this-blog-is-fcking-dead-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4237318623966874746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4237318623966874746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg-hello-this-blog-is-fcking-dead-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-3592507564945561006</id><published>2010-04-27T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:00:37.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE! This blog died of posts, hah, 3 months. Since January, baby! &lt;strong&gt;Oh im a lil busy now, yes NOW&lt;/strong&gt;. So, i'll promise i'll put another post bout my recent life. Yeah, thats it, ciao people. Exams are 2 weeks away, well actualy this Friday, but thats just Paper 1. SO WHATEVER. HEHE. KAY, CIAO PEEPZ. TTYNEXTTIME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO; SARAH V.&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/7601637718110515020-3592507564945561006?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3592507564945561006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-people-this-blog-died-of-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3592507564945561006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3592507564945561006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-people-this-blog-died-of-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-8003915791620707039</id><published>2010-01-12T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:53:54.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;bold&gt;FCXK THIS SHIT, GOSH IM FRIGGIN' PISS, FCXK LAH :/&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/bold&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-8003915791620707039?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8003915791620707039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/fcxk-this-shit-gosh-im-friggin-piss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/8003915791620707039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/8003915791620707039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/fcxk-this-shit-gosh-im-friggin-piss.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-3188051708416465108</id><published>2010-01-11T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:18:23.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been laughing alott lately, i laugh at things that is not even funny at all, just a random fact. I dont know, maybe it just helps me to feel better in a way. Things are starting to fall apart again, its like for example; You're building a 15cm brick/lego storey high, and than after all those hardworking, a stupid dumbass wind blows off, and eventually, it tumbles off. Now, how does that feel? Of course you'll feel dissapointed, pissed, mad, sad, awful and etc. ANYWAY, DROP TH SUBJECT, I TOLD MY DAD TO DROP MY PLAN OF GOING TO SWIMMING LESSON THIS YEAR, AND GO SINGING LESSON INSTEAD, SINCE IM ALREADY DARK AND TANNED, AND WELL, GOT CRITITICISE ALOTT AND HAD ENOUGH OF TH BULLSHITZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-3188051708416465108?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3188051708416465108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-laughing-alott-lately-i-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3188051708416465108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3188051708416465108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-laughing-alott-lately-i-laugh.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-5930101356167616056</id><published>2009-12-30T15:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:53:18.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh boy, ive been away for 4 weeks i guess, and this blog is dying of posts, heh. Well, my 9 weeks went very productive, i filled up each and every week with either, study group, events, holl strip, school stuffs or me-just-having-th-time-of-my-life :D I enjoyed it ......................... EXCEPT TH HOMEWORK PART. Im left with 5 more friggin days to finished it up. &amp;amp; to top it off with an injured leg, i dont think i get to walk-about around school easily -.- Especially when there's a need to use th stairs for classes, boy, i'll take at least 5 mins? &amp;amp; this time round, its not my right knee, its my left feet. After playing this Laser-Gun-War game inside this place which is so effing dark and evry white stuff was glowing at Bintan (my second holl trip), i fell down. Coz first; i was panickly trying to find a safe place without Reza following and telling my opposite team where i was(haha, funny i tell you), to shoot someone. &amp;amp; 2nd; i was out of breath, i couldnt think of where to run or even look where i was heading. So there was this heel, and my shoe got stuck, and that eventually made me fall and moaned in pain. My toe was bleeding while my feet hurts. Dammit, it was pain when i started walking. Huh, what a story, haha. Anyway, back to present, im left with loads of homework. I dont even know why im still typing here, while i should been doing my homework now - &lt;em&gt;Finishing all of em.&lt;/em&gt; Im aiming to finish History and D&amp;amp;T today. &amp;amp; that will leave me with Lit,Art,Home Ec. Take Math and English as redundant homeworks for now, since they're with Amirah and Nabilah, they accidentally brought it home, and now cant do them. Speaking of Lit, i was lazy to read th book at first (The Outsiders), but once i started, its like, th feeling of it is undescrible. In a good way that is. I realy felt dissapointed after finish reading it, while actualy, on th first place, i wanna finish it up badly. Huh, you dig? Haha :D Its like, i want more. Th book really touched me, i cried reading it. Their bonding were strong, one of th things i like. Oh well. I have to be content in one way or another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;OHOH, there's a lott of upcoming concerts like; Greenday, Th Killers, Muse, Boys Like Girls and Paramore. DANG, IF I HAVE UNUSE $500, I SWEAR I'LL GO TO EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THOSE CONCERTS :C But, im going to Paramore's concert anyway, since its during March, and i can lay things off. WAIT, THERE'S COMMON TEST DURING MARCH! -.- &lt;em&gt;bonkers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In other words, i set goals for next year. (wow, me? Setting goals? thats th first, heh) I wanna achieve each and every one of my goals, i dont want to feel dissapointed for not achieving it, i swear th feeling is pain. I want to study much much much much more better, wow, i dont even sound like Sarah. HAHA. &amp;amp; needless to say, i GOTTA stop hallusinating, heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&amp;amp; OH, HAPPY NEW YEAR :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-i dont understand why people are celebrating over New Year's. th world is getting older, for gods sake, arent you guys suppose to be sad and not happy over it? funny universe, haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps/ i'll upload my holl photos -th photos thru out this whole 9 weeks of holl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-5930101356167616056?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5930101356167616056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-boy-ive-been-away-for-4-weeks-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5930101356167616056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5930101356167616056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-boy-ive-been-away-for-4-weeks-i.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-4501926250930246062</id><published>2009-12-01T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:43:42.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Going Sunway Lagoon in &lt;strong&gt;2 more days&lt;/strong&gt; (thursday) , yipeee yay :D Ciao Singapore, gonna break loose. I swear im gonna shop and shop and shop and shop and swim and shop and shop and shop an &lt;strong&gt;SHOP &lt;/strong&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/7601637718110515020-4501926250930246062?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4501926250930246062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-i-think-im-right-i-dont-think-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4501926250930246062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4501926250930246062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-i-think-im-right-i-dont-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-9090891048613874841</id><published>2009-11-21T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T23:14:30.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes, i wonder if i belong to th right family. I always feel agony. Its always me. Even if i try to do something right, its wrong. Sometimes, its unworth it. Sometimes, i want to escape from this horrible thing. Sometimes, i feel like im not part of them. Sometimes, i wonder if they are rebuff. Sometimes, im sick of this. Sometimes, i wonder if they hate me. Sometimes, i wonder if all of this is pretentious. Sometimes, i wonder if this IS my real actual family. Cause from th look of it, they like to hinder me, mwhat im going through is hurtful. Gosh, i sound emo -.- So not me,  si&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-9090891048613874841?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9090891048613874841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-sometimes-i-wonder-if-i-belong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/9090891048613874841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/9090891048613874841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-know-sometimes-i-wonder-if-i-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-3329853726584307695</id><published>2009-11-21T15:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:52:12.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SwehT7HvG4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/VOPT3_If_Cg/s1600/600full-(500)-days-of-summer-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406467241341295490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SwehT7HvG4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/VOPT3_If_Cg/s320/600full-(500)-days-of-summer-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SwedG0aKK0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/iKp025uybV4/s1600/new-moon-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406462618154707778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SwedG0aKK0I/AAAAAAAAAc0/iKp025uybV4/s320/new-moon-poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If only th movie was on that date -.- OLLA, THE EARTH SAYS HELLO *waves* Anyway, me and my cuzz had a movie marathon yesterday at her house, kinda.. Heh, so we watched 500 days of Summer, honestly, i find it boring, its complicated. Even Ira agrees with it. &lt;strong&gt;Seriously, 1 hour 30 mins filled with kisses and quotes - 'We're just friends', left us numb.&lt;/strong&gt; Its typical i say. Though, th show has some humour in it, and love, duh. Though, i love this quote - "This is not a love story. This is a story about love" Gotta understand it to love it :D &amp;amp; she looks like Katy Perry though, i love her clothings though :D:D Haha, after that, we decided to download Twilight in Internet and just watch it there, &lt;strong&gt;it left us grinning th whole way. Thanks to Edward Cullen and Jacob Black, hehe.&lt;/strong&gt; But, before that, we were laughing unstoppably at some random singers in YouTube, especially this Italian guy. All th comments there left us blank with great humour, seriously, HOT? NICE VOICE? HOT?! Or shall we say, NOT. His friend is, but his not. Sheeeesh, no offence. Haha, it was supreme hilarious. Who would have thought YouTube is filled with such great videos with great laughters? Haha. And maybe you guys are wondering how i ended up at Ira's crib. Well, we shopped on Thursday, and im new to lonely-train-rides, im not use to taking lonely rides, seriously. It will make me cautious, even though i know th way there (expert,kinda) Heh, though, whatever it is, i still love to shopped :D So, after shopping for how many loong hours, we were famished and we headed down to Toh Payoh and purposely meets Cik Ton and Cik Nashir. I dint know how to get home from there, scared i would be lost in this small City of Singapore. So, i just stayed over at Ira's house after Cik Ton suggest it to me, heh. It was superb :D &amp;amp; now here i am, back home. Typing and reading. OHOH, im addicted to Gossip Girl :D Dan and Nate is hot :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps/ IM IN EDWARD'S TEAM, HAH :B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxo, Gossip Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-3329853726584307695?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3329853726584307695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-only-th-movie-was-on-that-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3329853726584307695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3329853726584307695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-only-th-movie-was-on-that-date.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SwehT7HvG4I/AAAAAAAAAc8/VOPT3_If_Cg/s72-c/600full-(500)-days-of-summer-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-6460923774728463141</id><published>2009-11-21T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:37:52.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SweYCBdEa7I/AAAAAAAAAck/oQ_49-KLh8g/s1600/15112009510[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406457038199090098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SweYCBdEa7I/AAAAAAAAAck/oQ_49-KLh8g/s320/15112009510%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SweYCTP7IeI/AAAAAAAAAcs/biEJbJcNP-E/s1600/14112009493[1]"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406457042975793634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SweYCTP7IeI/AAAAAAAAAcs/biEJbJcNP-E/s320/14112009493%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Th NCC camp was speechless, i shall say im slow to post this today unlike th others, who post bout th camp since Tuesday or so? Hehe (: It was breathtaking. Th 2nd night got my mouth hurt badly, i laugh unstopablely. Haha, right right, Syaza N? *winks* &lt;strong&gt;(inside joke, something that has to do with th &lt;em&gt;'sleeping costumes'&lt;/em&gt; HAHA&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;excluding th pumpings, i felt bad for not joining th punishment with you guys, seriously&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyhooos, th night walk was th best. Me and Zayy couldnt stop screaming like &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pussies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, haha, but we are girls anyway. Syaza and Sergeant Fateha was chill, well, they were scared also. Haha, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fugging epic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Th ghost seemed real, especially th crawling &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on th ground. Me and Syaza planned to step on it, haha! Overall, th ghosts were super terrifying. Though, i saw th actual one at th 4th level. Th NCC girls did too, but i dont know if its real. I saw th thing walking away though, &lt;strong&gt;it gave me gooze bumps&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh, OH, th Amazing Race was fun + tiring = ? Haha, lets just say, at some point, we made a fool of ourselves. But who cares? One day with embarrasement isnt that bad. We're NCC girls anyway, right? *winks* Haha. Before that, our face got free facial by th sergeants, that uses flour -.- &lt;em&gt;Nice&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;In full, i had a blast !&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Seriously, 3 days 2 nights isnt that bad at all :D&lt;/strong&gt; To read more bout th camp or to see more photos, go to Syaza N's blog or Shahirah's. Ciao paminos :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-6460923774728463141?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6460923774728463141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/th-ncc-camp-was-speechless-i-shall-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/6460923774728463141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/6460923774728463141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/th-ncc-camp-was-speechless-i-shall-say.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SweYCBdEa7I/AAAAAAAAAck/oQ_49-KLh8g/s72-c/15112009510%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-8664903487546753345</id><published>2009-11-12T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:52:56.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna have a good night sleep tonight. NCC camp tomorrow -.- Spending two long days without sleeping on my Queen size bed :C Gotta endure sleeping in sleeping bag from now onwards till Sunday. Gonna have back pain, but what can i do? Cant wait though, but my knee pain is back, oooh fugg, but im not gonna let that destroy my fun with my NCC girls. 2 nights without air-conditioner, 2 nights without my favourite Man U pillow, 2 nights without listening to radio as my lullaby, 2 nights without my bed. This sucks. I so dont have th mood for camp right now, seriously. Ps/ im so gonna kil Kate (Ateekat) Muahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-8664903487546753345?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8664903487546753345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/gonna-have-good-night-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/8664903487546753345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/8664903487546753345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/gonna-have-good-night-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-2828395717584523828</id><published>2009-11-11T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:21:22.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;ONE TWO ROCKS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Class Chalet was awsome, top-notch, flawless, great, fun, hyper, exuberant, exotic. A party to not miss. With those Guistos, how can th party be not fun. Including chocolates bash, flour toppings, water gun spray, cup water, whattever craps. Everybody was exhausted when they reached home, i bet. Everyone there was soak or at least, got some flour toppings. All of us were running around, giving each other revenge, like some hooligans on loose, haha! In short, OneTwo Class Chalet was fun. LOVE YOU GUYS, :C we're Sec 2 next year, how fast D:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-2828395717584523828?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2828395717584523828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-chalet-was-awsome-top-notch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/2828395717584523828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/2828395717584523828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/class-chalet-was-awsome-top-notch.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-5957477001089698824</id><published>2009-11-05T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:19:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hair makes a HUGE difference&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my hair layered, love it, though, it makes a huge difference when i got it tied up. IT LOOKS FRIGGIN SHORT, WHAT TH HELL?! I hate it, &lt;em&gt;i seriously do&lt;/em&gt;, when my hair looks short when its tied up, just like back in January -.- Now, i shall envy long hairs, even though now, my hair is at th same length......it doesnt make sense does it? It does, in some ways, heh. Well, im just envy of long hairs when its tied up, it loooks loooooooong, mine looks short. &lt;em&gt;Sheeeesh&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;should i blame myslef or th hairdresser&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-5957477001089698824?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5957477001089698824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/hair-makes-huge-difference.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5957477001089698824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5957477001089698824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/11/hair-makes-huge-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-4948514659898386310</id><published>2009-10-31T23:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:53:43.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Sis, why are you quiet since just now in th car? So weird"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to a lot of places today, 3 consecutive places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sheeesh, kept on changing clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, thanks to you, i wasnt being myself today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Even my lil sis notice that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;91.3 was playing sad songs, now, hows that to distract me from thinking about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I still cant forget about out conversation yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;it made me felt sad, mad, depressed, angry, pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;For once, you confessed th truth........ but i dont think it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt agony.... i am feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Damn it, DH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's a song that i want to dedicate to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"You treat me just like another stranger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Well its nice to meet you Sir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I guess, i'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I best be on my way out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ignorance is your new bestfriend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-4948514659898386310?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4948514659898386310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/sis-why-are-you-quiet-since-just-now-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4948514659898386310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4948514659898386310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/sis-why-are-you-quiet-since-just-now-in.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-7689726129622631124</id><published>2009-10-30T18:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:03:37.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Things went specificly horrible today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Everbody broke down in tears with th same reason, i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Not everyone though, but some, even me, myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;(dont wanna mention names here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;In short, i cried about 3 main reasons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Mr DH used me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How th class has grown up and will be moving to 2/2 next year, how fast ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How we fought, and th way we acted towards each other just now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Last day of school, they say, its th time where you enjoy and have th time our your life by celebrating th joy of staying-away-from-studies. But, there was a twist in th story today&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To readers out there, remember this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Never leave your bestfriends, or even friends, stay with them, dont run away after getting what you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;, ot you'll regret'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-7689726129622631124?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7689726129622631124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-went-specificly-horrible-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/7689726129622631124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/7689726129622631124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-went-specificly-horrible-today.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-4309337639321148220</id><published>2009-10-21T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:10:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;ps/ - with this warm weather,i prefer staying in th showers for long hours rather than going widow shopping&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-4309337639321148220?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4309337639321148220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps-with-this-warm-weatheri-prefer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4309337639321148220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4309337639321148220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/ps-with-this-warm-weatheri-prefer.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-7108291736504976384</id><published>2009-10-20T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:06:19.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another promising attempt to post right after th exams,which was suppose to be on Friday, which i dint fulfill, oh whatever *roll eyes*. There was a class outing.... Anyway, we got our results today, only some that is. History, Mother Tongue, Math and Science (sheeesh). Dont wanna brag bout my results, so all i wanna say is that i passed all of those except for that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;horrible science&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, sheeeesh'. I never actually like science ever since primary school, hehe. Oh well, there's DnT tomorrow, i hope i passed for th paper, which was so effing hard that made our class, hardly know th answers.........................unless they studied, which i dint, well a bitt, but, crap. I prefer doing course work, just like home econs :D *twist pose* Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, last Saturday, there was an open house at Zayy's, and it was a horrible day for me, make it a 'clumsy' day for me. First, i was rushing to get ready and my baju kurung pocket got stuck at my handle bed thing, and i dint even fishing realise till that *preeck* sound came out. I was like, "what th fugg?" -.- Second, i was epicly eating this food in Zayy's room, which by th way, is my fave, and, when you're enjoying your food, you dont even care bout th way you eat right? (sometimes i do though, heh) &amp;amp; so,i left some stain's on my kain. (sarah, so unlady-like *roll eyes*) Third, i kept on spilling drinks on th floor, that somehow left yet another irratating stain on my kain *roll eyes*. Man, i gotta stop rollinng my friggin' eyes, heh -.- &amp;amp; last but not least, haha, this one was so damn hilarious, hahaha! *control your friggin' self* Uh-hem, so hear it goes, i change to a dress to go Farah's house,and it was short(knee length) and Zayy's dad is strict so i wear my baju kurung over it. Zayy's plan was to change in th lift since it was12th story high (i think), so i took off th kain first and taking th top part off was so ,damn-it, hardddd! That leads my hand stationing at th lift door, since i thought we havent reach th lobby(got from Christine), and when th door was opening, my finger was almost gonna be stuck in it. Well, i reacted, well ,finger was oozing with red bloods that reminds me of th Cullens , LOL. At least, its better than loosing that finger, as in, y'know, got cut or something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, i went jogging with my family after that at MacRitchie, "good-ol times", my mum will always say that, haha. It was epic *damn, another word which i have to stop using*. Especially when we enter th woods to jog in there, so creepy yet mysterious and awsome, haha :D We head of to fill our stomach after that and i saw Faiz Sec 2/2 there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; last, i head a movie marathon with my brother and sis. And our all-time favourite show, Taking the stage :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadadadada......................... Okay, i think this is long enough, so toodles *damn, i sound like Sharpay* *and damn, i gotta stop saying damn using this '***' things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-7108291736504976384?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7108291736504976384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-promising-attempt-to-post-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/7108291736504976384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/7108291736504976384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-promising-attempt-to-post-right.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-5126204047343691920</id><published>2009-09-29T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:49:40.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I can't find th time to use th laptop nowadays.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks to EOY Exams, that's around th corner (oooh, that sucks) , and my pack schedule which i find it hard to use th laptop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, text me instead yeah :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ps; i'll blog/facebook/msn/twit(help me) after th EOY exams and one more thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA, MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN :D&lt;/strong&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/7601637718110515020-5126204047343691920?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5126204047343691920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-find-th-time-to-use-th-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5126204047343691920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5126204047343691920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-find-th-time-to-use-th-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-3026611968161444167</id><published>2009-09-16T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:54:14.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1/2's right, Wednesday is an 'emo day', its even stated on th class's calendar. I hate Wednesday's, use to love it back in primary school cause we were released early on that day, but now, its crap. Serious crap. Especially when th day ends with History lesson, serious shit. Serious nonsense, serious crap, serious bullcrap, serious fishing shit, seriously. Too much with th word serious, but seriously, to get things clear,  Wednesday sucks. Done, kabish, toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO,&lt;br /&gt;Saeah velcott - preety much pissed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-3026611968161444167?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3026611968161444167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/12s-right-wednesday-is-emo-day-its-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3026611968161444167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3026611968161444167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/12s-right-wednesday-is-emo-day-its-even.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-2549862178800812011</id><published>2009-09-06T13:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:48:12.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warna; 94.2 fm, is playing Hari Raya songs, and i got this feeling to go Geylang, right now ! Might as well celebrate it now, haha. I cant wait, and its only days till Hari Raya. How time flies, why cant it be slower? Or at normal speed. First thing you know, fasting month is around th corner, and th next, its already going to be th 3 week. Man, thats fast. On top of that, you dont even feel as if you're fasting, th time is shorter now. My auntie says, this is th sign of Hari Kiamat. Yeah, it is, one part of me is sad and scared about that fact, but th other side says im excited and i cant wait, kind off. Cause anyhoos its gonna determine where we're going . So, good luck yall :D Shit, there's extra classes tomorrow -.- CURSES ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"oh, curses !"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"eww, im dating a guy that swears using 'curses' , not hot.&lt;br /&gt;urgh"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; wizards of waverly place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-2549862178800812011?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2549862178800812011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/warna-94.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/2549862178800812011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/2549862178800812011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/warna-94.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-7219306447597530421</id><published>2009-09-06T02:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T03:01:35.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Turbulent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; i seriously am to myself . i know im over him, but at some point, that feeling is back . fxck that . i need an antidote, pronto . i hate th fact im th type of person that likes a person or two or god-knows how many , and that my heart leaps to one guy to another just like *snap* , or easier to say - first sight or behaviour or&lt;em&gt; worse -&lt;/em&gt;looks . im so sick and tired of going through this bulls*** over and over again . there's no point . why cant i just stayput? but &lt;em&gt;hey&lt;/em&gt;, look on th brighter side, at least i was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; attached with someone, and that im so proud of that. hey, i find all this &lt;em&gt;stead - patched up &lt;/em&gt;stuffs or whatever crap , so redundantly nonsense in primary/secondary school life, no offence . but seriously, come to think of it, its better and more .......... err, whats that word ......... fun (sounds wrong though, heh) dealing with this relationship stuffs when you're 18+, when you're in Polytechnic or in JC or better, when you're working. i shall not elaborate .................... okay maybe i will. *ehem* , cause by then, you can find more free time, and you're big enough to make your parents feel 'yeah, okay, my daughter/son is all grown up now, and that i think she'll have th responsibilty . she's/he's big now, working somemore, whats wrong with dating a guy/woman . someday, they'll marry' . haha, maybe i've gone&lt;strong&gt; TOO&lt;/strong&gt; far, but you get my point, right? *whoever you are* haha . anyway, 2009 would be my record-holding year for th numerous guys i fall inlove with, heh , random, but HEYYYY, i dont flirt, i find that desperate-ish and oh-so-uncool .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XOXO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sarah velcott&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*stress on th 'v'* &lt;em&gt;LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-7219306447597530421?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7219306447597530421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/turbulent-i-seriously-am-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/7219306447597530421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/7219306447597530421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/turbulent-i-seriously-am-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-3785797130031833927</id><published>2009-09-04T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:31:35.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agenda for today ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was glad with my results - i dont give a damn bout Science, even though thats th only subject i failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i rock in Math, Lit ,Malay, D&amp;amp;T and Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;recess was hilarious - somehow, it made my day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;bckquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i embarrased myself infront of guys who was on their way to th mosque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was almost hit by a vehicle when crossing th road ,cause my art paper flew off and landed on th street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i panicked patheticly and ran around in th middle of th road trying to figure out where th heck it landed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;this Sec 3 guy from NPCC , Ashraf, think so, risked his life for th paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i was so thankful *DUH, who wouldnt be*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i realised chicken little was there -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me, being 'imam' just now with Zayy and Ateekat, was an epic failure, that made us do retake's for 5+ rounds cause we keep on laughing our ass off, HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i did a make-up makeover for Ateekat - in a process of gonna be a professional make-up artist, heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and Christine was th hair stylist for me, Zayy and Ateekat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alisya's room is our beauty salon now, COOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me and Zayy waited for Christine for an hour +, that makes me want to pee, lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me and Christine invented a new nickname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least, ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU SO MUCH, SO DAMN VERY MUCH FOR JUST NOW. ART IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME, SO YEAH, THANKS ALOTT. WAIT, MAYBE THANK YOU IS NOT ENOUGH. BUT ALL I WANT TO SAY IS "THANKS TRUCK LOADS FOR JUST NOW, LIKE SERIOUSLY. EVEN THOUGH YOUR REACTION WAS LIKE 'nah, its okay' WHEN I SAID THANK YOU, AGAIN, TO ME ITS NOT OKAY. HAHA. THANKS AGAIN YEAH :D:D TO THAT NPCC GUY FROM SEC 3, WHO IF IM NOT WRONG IS MY PRIMARY SCHOOL SENIOR NAMED ASYRAF - i think. HEH "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, dont you think my day went awsome? i felt enthu th whole day, thanks to those people's that made me grin/smile. oh shit, th seniors are leaving in like what? how many weeks. damn, that sucks. anyway, i sang Ego - Beyonce , almost th whole time today, addicted much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-3785797130031833927?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3785797130031833927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/agenda-for-today-i-was-glad-with-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3785797130031833927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3785797130031833927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/agenda-for-today-i-was-glad-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-6131495984659326225</id><published>2009-09-02T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:26:00.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY, CHICKEN LITTLE MADE MY DAY YESTERDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*INSERT HUGE GRIN*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-6131495984659326225?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6131495984659326225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/ianyway-bchicken-littleb-made-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/6131495984659326225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/6131495984659326225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/ianyway-bchicken-littleb-made-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-5607311575135988109</id><published>2009-09-01T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:06:13.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woooopy dooots, yesterday's Teachers Day performance went fantabulously awsome. From th dance moves, to th hilarious video clips, drama-mama-skit, acoustic 1234- Plain White Ts , and end with delicious cupcakes and cards giving. What more do you expect? Okay, so what if i looked shy and looked as if i wanted to cry with my pretentious grin/smile that made my mouth hurts ? At least i tried my very best, and yeah, i managed *clapclap*. Lol. To top that off, we, th awsome performers that rocked our ass off, had a phototaking. *grins*. Heh. But still, we were released late and duh, dint have time to go visit our primary school. Boohoooo D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-5607311575135988109?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5607311575135988109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/woooopy-dooots-yesterdays-teachers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5607311575135988109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5607311575135988109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/09/woooopy-dooots-yesterdays-teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-2546590780207775330</id><published>2009-08-30T00:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:52:30.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Damn, im fxcking exhausted after th Teachers Day Rehearsal, who wouldnt be? I doze off for 4 friggin' hours right after i changed when i got back. Now, i just gotta twist my fingers and hope my acting is good enough on Monday, which i doubt. For some reason, i have stage fright, but on th other hand, i know i dont. I have confidence, but its just that whenever i look at th audience, my hand will start to shiver, worse, my leg also. But guess what? On Fri, there was only like 6-10 audience during rehearsal, and out of th sudden, my hand shivered. Crap right? Gahh, Ms Sheri said i've done a bad job. Yes, i know. Hidayat knows im hyper, and he wants me to be one on stage. Well, i myself , wants to be hyper on stage also, but somehow, somewhat, some friggin' thing, pull me back. Damn. &amp;amp; it would be a normal school day on Monday, excluding th performance, while some of my other friends in other schools, released earlier. I wonder how th hell am i suppose to go back to EPPS at 2+ , when my primary school ends at 1.30pm. How am i suppose to meet th others, man? I should tell Dawn i couldnt come. MAN, THAT SUCKS. I seriously miss my buddies, goshhh ! &amp;amp; 2009 is almost over,thats fast. One thing i remembered on th 1st day of school "sigh, how th hell am i suppose to memorise my classmate's name?" and th next thing i know, i memorise all and its already August, going to September. -.- 2009 is gonna come to an end, so that means all those problems and issues i faced this year, shall be erase , i seriously want next year to be better than this year's. DUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, HAPPY 51TH BIRTHDAY MICHAEL JACKSON , LOVE YA ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-2546590780207775330?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2546590780207775330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-im-fxcking-exhausted-after-th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/2546590780207775330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/2546590780207775330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-im-fxcking-exhausted-after-th.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-224790469421307879</id><published>2009-08-24T18:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:18:56.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD TH MOST UNFORGETTABLE DREAM EVER ON SATURDAY(BESIDES THEO WALCOTT'S) , THIS IS HOW IT GOES; MEGAN FOX WAS SOMEWHAT MY BEST FRIEND, AND TH BEST PART,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIA LABEOUF WAS MY BOYFRIEND&lt;/em&gt;, THAT FREAKING HOT HOLLYWOOD STAR ,WHO IS 1000000000000000000000 MILES AWAY FROM HERE, WAS MY BOYFRIEND?! &amp;amp; TH BEST PART (OKAY, THIS MAY SOUND HORNY, BUT IT WAS MY DREAM =.=) , SHIA AND ME HUGGED ! THOSE KIND OF COUPLES HUG, LOL, OKAY, HORNY. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAY, THOSE WHO DOUBT SHIA LABEOUF IS HOT, ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS THAT YOU HAVE NO TASTE AT ALL :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; oh, SELAMAT MENYAMBUT BULAN RAMADHAN !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-224790469421307879?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/224790469421307879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-th-most-unforgettable-dream-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/224790469421307879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/224790469421307879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-th-most-unforgettable-dream-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-5190229702185911778</id><published>2009-08-24T16:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:04:05.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know its a little late, but who cares? My love for this team/football beats my love for food, LOL? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;250709, Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJedfEoOnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/3SVQCi7-ub0/s1600-h/25072009(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373461166056553074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJedfEoOnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/3SVQCi7-ub0/s320/25072009(014).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJdQ-j-bjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/M1sCaubbsHM/s1600-h/25072009(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373459851659603506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJdQ-j-bjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/M1sCaubbsHM/s320/25072009(010).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJdQR59CzI/AAAAAAAAAcM/0DssQmYSKvc/s1600-h/25072009(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373459839672191794" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJdOkhT8eI/AAAAAAAAAb0/yybs30nzn_s/s320/25072009(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJYWF-LybI/AAAAAAAAAbs/VJTjUegxvqU/s1600-h/25072009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373454441989786034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJYWF-LybI/AAAAAAAAAbs/VJTjUegxvqU/s320/25072009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJYVkdMrrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i8F4S1XdeiI/s1600-h/25072009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373454432993062578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJYVkdMrrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/i8F4S1XdeiI/s320/25072009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJYVFkOMpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/zjors1l7wgY/s1600-h/25072009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373454424701022866" style="DISPLAY: block; 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HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJYUFrxWTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ZeWaZrO0mN0/s320/6360_103171758086_625933086_2288475_543750_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-5190229702185911778?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5190229702185911778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-its-little-late-but-who-cares-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5190229702185911778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5190229702185911778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-its-little-late-but-who-cares-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SpJedfEoOnI/AAAAAAAAAcc/3SVQCi7-ub0/s72-c/25072009(014).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-4139554797395485926</id><published>2009-08-13T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T23:05:43.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh newsflash , i got detention for something i din't do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yeah, this happened last Tuesday - 040809 . Crap right? A detention for something which i din't even do, oh well. BUT, i find th detention class kinda fun with Mr Singh making jokes, LOL . Wait, im a councillor .............. but wait, why th heckk should i be feeling guilty for something that i din't even do ? -.- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh newsflash , this week sorta suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anyway, this week started off with a dayout with th LP- laughing packages (girls), but some cant join D: A perfect dayout on a perfect holiday, makes sense doesnt it? &amp;amp; on th following day which was on Tuesday, i forced myself to go school, after all th things that happened last Friday which totally pissed me off. Talking about 'forcing to go school', i was thinking of doing so tomorrow. Don't get me wrong. I sorta 'like' going to school, but on th other hand, i kinda hate it after th incident (must i repeat this over and over again, gosh) . But still, this is Singapore, what do you expect? Studying is like th main priority. &amp;amp; oh, th only subject which im interested in is ; ART , maths , malay , D&amp;amp;T , english (what do you expect?) , literature , history and MUSIC. Is PE inlcuded? LOL. Cause i somehow dont bother about th rest, LOL. But i have to , in some ways -.- &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh newsflash , Ramadhan is next week and im preety sure that month's gonna get busy with all those people finding stuffs for Hari Raya in Geylang :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, Geylang. Some people will find it hilarious and laugh all day when they heard th MAJOR WORD, 'Geylang' . LOL, i don't get it man. Just like what Cikgu Marina say "What's with all this people and their fantasies?" LOL, but im not sure with th word fantasies, i think she use some other different word. Anyway, i promised Alisya to hunt (shop) for shoes during fasting month at those hot spot flea markets and shops for Hari Raya. I PICK TOPSHOP! Im oh-so-fxcking-fond with this hot heels. &amp;amp; yes, it would cost as much as 15 packets of banmian noodles. Is it worth it? Hmmmmm .........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-4139554797395485926?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4139554797395485926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-newsflash-i-got-detention-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4139554797395485926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/4139554797395485926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-newsflash-i-got-detention-for.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-6219966340606174985</id><published>2009-08-08T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:05:25.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Sigh* , i could say today started of preety well but unfortunately, that 'preety well' was thrown down that very drain at th time th classes were dismissed from th parade square and head down for th mass walk, when th 3 (you know who, b*tch) of us tried to touch up on our mascot -Ham. If i were to private this blog, i would swear all i want about today but since its open to random readers like you (whoever you are) , lets keep it low profile and replace it by nicknames since i want to keep my blog clean shit unless its private. So here it goes , we (th pack that planned, spend,decorate th stuffs . you know who, b*tch) were so damn fxcking pissed off. Seriously pissed off. Blah, shit a**hole, urgh, im just so pissed off. WE're fxking pissed off. Damn, i dont want to talk about today, th bad side of today. Th only thing i want to say about today is th good side which is th National Day Celebration and th Talent Quest. I find myself grinning wide open with Christine during th Talent Quest, LOL. Its a good thing i forget bout th things that happened in th morning and just have a hell of a time in th hall, even though i was kinda erm, irrat .... Okay, so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp; HAPPY NATIONAL DAY SINGAPORE :D:D:D&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/7601637718110515020-6219966340606174985?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6219966340606174985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh-i-could-say-today-started-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/6219966340606174985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/6219966340606174985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh-i-could-say-today-started-of.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-5760114662078507380</id><published>2009-08-06T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T00:43:01.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO THOSE WHO PLANNED TH AWSOME BASH, THOSE WHO WISHED ME, THOSE WHO REMEMBERED TODAY'S MY BIRTHDAY, THOSE WHO GAVE ME PRESENTS/CARDS AND MY CLASS WHO SANG TH &lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/em&gt; SONG FOR ME, AWWW, I LOVE YOU GUYS ! &lt;em&gt;*TEARS OF JOY, SARAH.&lt;/em&gt; Today was spontaneosly fun, th bash, th wishes, EVERYTHANG. Haizal actualy wanted to play th birthday song for me with his awsome guitar, but i was too shy to say accept, haha. Thanks Haizal, for th request :D Th bash lasted for 3 days straight, since Tuesday. &amp;amp; i was heavily drenced for th whole 3-days-bash and some flour toppings, LOL. Thanks yeah to those people that planned th bash, which i know who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-.- Haha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Nakiah said she wants to bash me till next week or even a month, but i dont see anything -.- HAHA!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-5760114662078507380?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5760114662078507380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-very-much-to-those-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5760114662078507380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/5760114662078507380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-you-very-much-to-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-1281903429066225375</id><published>2009-07-25T21:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:57:29.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I got a confession to make ; i feel like being a Liverpool fan and leaving&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United behind. Somehow, after seeing them just now at Clarke Quay&lt;br /&gt;,that made me shout Fernando Torres 's and Xabi Alonso's name at th top of&lt;br /&gt;my lungs. Seeing th players, th manager, th coaches, th fan club, th&lt;br /&gt;supporters, hearing Liverpool's song, made me wanting to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but seriously. I find myself practicaly obsessive. Going to th hotel&lt;br /&gt;they stayed, made me feel anxious to find WHERE TH HELL is Fernando Torres,&lt;br /&gt;haha. It may sound wrong, haha, but we seriously went there just now. We&lt;br /&gt;(Liverpool fan. I am too, okay -.- ) fooled ourself as we ran towards th&lt;br /&gt;yellow fence to snap some photos and to take one last glimpse (for some of&lt;br /&gt;us, maybe, hehe) of them, when th bus came towards th entrance to take th&lt;br /&gt;players (we thought). We were getting ready to press th snao button of our&lt;br /&gt;camera and before we knew it, it was some bunch of tourist going in th bus.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, you should see our reaction. FERNANDO TORRES HAS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOT &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ROSY CHEEKS, I SWEAR! :D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i shall upload th photos when my cousin uploads it, and maybe th video :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-1281903429066225375?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1281903429066225375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-confession-to-make-i-feel-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/1281903429066225375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/1281903429066225375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-confession-to-make-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-2021104587618124216</id><published>2009-07-13T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:57:08.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;040709, saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltK0k39NjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gE3wsTuoXTE/s1600-h/5288_1117231664385_1634795404_278416_6141354_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357958448799364658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltK0k39NjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gE3wsTuoXTE/s320/5288_1117231664385_1634795404_278416_6141354_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltK0QpWLKI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Pbv8045MPsk/s1600-h/grinning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357958443369376930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltK0QpWLKI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Pbv8045MPsk/s320/grinning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltK0IPMzII/AAAAAAAAAa0/kYDZxvlOqHM/s1600-h/5288_1117243584683_1634795404_278522_7777942_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357958441112226946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltK0IPMzII/AAAAAAAAAa0/kYDZxvlOqHM/s320/5288_1117243584683_1634795404_278522_7777942_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltKz1iZj6I/AAAAAAAAAas/IqGMC34no2M/s1600-h/5288_1117242744662_1634795404_278501_6247072_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357958436092481442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltKz1iZj6I/AAAAAAAAAas/IqGMC34no2M/s320/5288_1117242744662_1634795404_278501_6247072_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltKzXTNhoI/AAAAAAAAAak/BOwUTD8RPyI/s1600-h/5288_1117221664135_1634795404_278369_1367667_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357958427975714434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltKzXTNhoI/AAAAAAAAAak/BOwUTD8RPyI/s320/5288_1117221664135_1634795404_278369_1367667_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My mission in life is to obey my religion and who knows probably God gave me another one, which to make more friends and remembering each and every one of them, even th bad and good ones. It may be very stressing to have loads of friends but i have my own clique, and i love just th way they are. Im not biased. I tend to choose friends, th right friends. I dont want to mix with th wrong company, wth wants? I shall repeat again, im not biased. I socialized alot, it just runs in th family, so that tends to make me mix with alot of &lt;strong&gt;type &lt;/strong&gt;of friends, but still, i love my own clique, th one which is unique in their own way, our own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You may wonder wth am i writting this all of a sudden, but something happened today. &amp;amp; .... well, lets not talk about it. All i want to say is, I LOVE MY BEST BUDS AND FRIENDS. This may seems so random to you, but HELL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;any old oopsy daisy way, here are some photos, an unforgettable cousin-auntie-brother day out on 040709, saturday. more in facebook YO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-2021104587618124216?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2021104587618124216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mission-in-life-is-to-obey-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/2021104587618124216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/2021104587618124216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-mission-in-life-is-to-obey-my.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SltK0k39NjI/AAAAAAAAAbE/gE3wsTuoXTE/s72-c/5288_1117231664385_1634795404_278416_6141354_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-3332739039479818692</id><published>2009-07-11T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:22:27.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im busy lately, been sleeping 2am in th morning on weekdays cause of homeworks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-.- So don't expect any daily-basis post from me yeah ........... unless i feel like it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; one more thing, i swear my bill's gonna shoot up, so dont send me any unimportant messages. I would only reply if its important. Now, doesnt that make sense ? Thank you very much :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-3332739039479818692?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3332739039479818692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-busy-lately-been-sleeping-2am-in-th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3332739039479818692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3332739039479818692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-busy-lately-been-sleeping-2am-in-th.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-8658439594112882553</id><published>2009-07-01T19:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:51:43.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;260609, Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SktDImacLEI/AAAAAAAAAac/EKF9Ycr5xNY/s1600-h/transformer+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353446397089426498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SktDImacLEI/AAAAAAAAAac/EKF9Ycr5xNY/s320/transformer+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SktDIWjyLTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/suuL3VqNKmE/s1600-h/movie+night.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353446392833649970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SktDIWjyLTI/AAAAAAAAAaU/suuL3VqNKmE/s320/movie+night.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformers&lt;/strong&gt;; Revenge of th Fallen&lt;/span&gt; was beyond words. I couldnt even get my eyes off th large wide screen . As th acts/settings was getting even bombastic-ier, i kept on chewing and taking th popcorn surprisingly fast. Im just being nervous. Does nervous people even do that? Haha. &amp;amp; did i mention that th free tickets was not just an ordinary tickets with those normal wide screen , we got th V-Max. &amp;amp; HELL YEAH, it was damn large, th screen was oh-so-perfect for watching movies. Th sittings was better yet different too, wow, i almost sound like i've never ever been to a cinema before -.- I did, but its just that this one's different, haha. Moving on, TH MOVIE WAS FANTABULOUSLY HOT! Including th fact that Shia LaBeouf and Megan Fox were th actors, i mean, who would deny that they arent hot? -.- God, i felt spasticly ebullient after th movie, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-8658439594112882553?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8658439594112882553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/260609-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/8658439594112882553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/8658439594112882553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/07/260609-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SktDImacLEI/AAAAAAAAAac/EKF9Ycr5xNY/s72-c/transformer+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-8738578917912815064</id><published>2009-06-26T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:44:51.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WORD OF TH DAY&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sims 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SONG OF TH DAY&lt;/span&gt; ; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Touch My Body- Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Why? Cause me and Nabilah wanted that Sims 3 and we keep seeing it. &amp;amp; because we heard that song on th way down th esclator, haha. To be frank,we laugh th whole time, excluding th part we're doing our homework, we were totaly serious in it and yeah, we were in our own world while we're listening to our songs in our IPOD/PSP. &amp;amp; when there was still an hour to leave, we explore white sands, not just walking around and gossip, well we dint gossip :D, we visited some stores and played with th stuffs. Nabilah wanted this Liverpool Adidas water bottle which cost cheap but she wanted to save her money to buy an Adidas Watch, "tunggu hari raya sudah" haha, thats what i told her. &amp;amp; then we planned to stalk some peoples since we got nothing to do, HEH, LOL. &amp;amp; apperantly, we spent th whole 5 hours there really good . Seriously,i had a hell of a time with her but i bet it would be better if th rest came D: Another spactic day for spastic peoples, lol. Oh,Alisya,Amirah,Christine dint turn up, they have something on ,excluding Amirah, i dont know why she dint come. So it finalise with only me, Nabilah Jepon and Khairul. Yeah, i heart smaller groups. I've experienced studying in big groups ,10+ peoples, and damn, it was noooi-sy. &amp;amp; that was during th Term 1's. If my memory is still good, which i doubt, this were th people's ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alisya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Danial Haziq&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haizal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sufian Senior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqilah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dhiya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Khairul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nabilah Jepon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Farah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; i think thats it, yeah think so. Alott aye? Uh huh, th manager kept coming to us whenever we came, cause we were noisy, i wanted it to be a study group but i couldn't concetrate at all, th only thing we wanted to do when in big groups is to chit chat all th way. Yesterday's study group after training with Alisya and Amira was spontaneously funny and awsome. Amirah have a big appetite after all, HAHA. Well, me too. &amp;amp; we saw Daniel Chua , Water (Wei Liat) with his friend and Shafa. Th only thing i could say bout yesterday's study group is ; HILARIOUS! Spontaneously hilarious. &amp;amp; turns out, there's only 3 free tickets, th other 2 was taken by my dad's colleages. We're going out late, not what i planned, but i think its for th better cause i need to rest first after going to th Library just now and that my Dad needs to rest also and also, my mum needs to go to Arab Street to take some clothes, HARI RAYA IS AROUND TH CORNER YO! :D &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i just found out yesterday, that th review im gonna to write is going to be publish at Teenagers Magazine ,  and there will be a picture of me so i better start finding some great big words. &amp;amp; oh, i dont know if its confirm so i gotta stay cool and not excited bout th whole publishing thing, HEH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-8738578917912815064?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8738578917912815064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/word-of-th-day-sims-3-song-of-th-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/8738578917912815064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/8738578917912815064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/word-of-th-day-sims-3-song-of-th-day.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-25861779296092438</id><published>2009-06-25T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:28:04.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkOTpvksR_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/62LgpyXTrX8/s1600-h/transformer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351283127600564210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkOTpvksR_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/62LgpyXTrX8/s320/transformer-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muahaha, finally, after all those weeks of waiting for watching Transformer 2: Revenge of th Fallen. HEH, haha. Can't wait, im watching it tomorrow at Vivo City at 9.30pm but we're coming earlier around 5? Don't you guys know? Singapore Sale is still on , BABY! :D So yeah, *winkswinks. Spending my bugs money tomorow, but i should probably go for th cheapest bargains in that Lime Flea Market which i pended to go since th starting of th June holls thanks to those trainings. WAIT, Lime Flea Market is on Saturday -.- Movie marathon-ing with my oh-so-fantastic-family :D:D:D:D &amp;amp; th tickets are free, thanks to my Dad. He gets free stuffs alott of times, thats what you get when you work in SPH- Singapore Press Holdings. Bahh, im bragging  -.- Well actualy, he gotten 3 free tickets. &amp;amp; i just got a phone called from him saying &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Sarah, can do me a favor? My boss say, if you want to get th extra 2 tickets for tomorow, you have to write a review of th movie- 200 words, after watching it tomorow.&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me ;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Serious? Can2, review easy what :D Wait, does that means after writting it, and giving it to him, it'll be on th newspaper *eyes pop out* ?! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad ;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Maybe, yeah, but you must right 200 words&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me ;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;KK, best seh on th newspaper!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL, hmmmmmm, that sounds AWSOME DUDE! HAHA! Wait, oh damn, another essay to write -.- There's Science essay , and i havent even start on it, LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shia LaBeouf&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;Megan Fox&lt;/strong&gt;/Tranformers, HERE I COME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHH, Shia is HOT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-25861779296092438?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/25861779296092438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/muahaha-finally-after-all-those-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/25861779296092438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/25861779296092438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/muahaha-finally-after-all-those-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkOTpvksR_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/62LgpyXTrX8/s72-c/transformer-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-3419442866312601929</id><published>2009-06-24T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:17:18.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those photos that brings me back those memories, wayy before i had th councillor tie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSHVCyeMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i1KTPdUtDms/s1600-h/yogurt+-.-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788855642618050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSHVCyeMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i1KTPdUtDms/s320/yogurt+-.-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSHM37kkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/HHVfVAyUJPo/s1600-h/when+we+got+nothing+better+to+do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788853449593410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSHM37kkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/HHVfVAyUJPo/s320/when+we+got+nothing+better+to+do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSG5Yx5zI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xWo51uyAFWI/s1600-h/sarah+velcott+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788848218662706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSG5Yx5zI/AAAAAAAAAZk/xWo51uyAFWI/s320/sarah+velcott+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSGz8FC3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/vqK48xT1jbk/s1600-h/sarah+velcott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788846756105074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSGz8FC3I/AAAAAAAAAZc/vqK48xT1jbk/s320/sarah+velcott.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSGupqh7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/dmNwc9iJXbE/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788845336692658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSGupqh7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/dmNwc9iJXbE/s320/sarah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRzesZujI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Mo6F422WaUI/s1600-h/road+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788514635692594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRzesZujI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Mo6F422WaUI/s320/road+side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRzGyT6pI/AAAAAAAAAZE/q82qdX-Uwr4/s1600-h/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788508218026642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRzGyT6pI/AAAAAAAAAZE/q82qdX-Uwr4/s320/random.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRy9R8UEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Dz13O5OEv94/s1600-h/prcss+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788505666342978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRy9R8UEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Dz13O5OEv94/s320/prcss+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788499740090290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRynNA37I/AAAAAAAAAY0/mYswmiyr30E/s320/prcss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRySzBZ5I/AAAAAAAAAYs/g_GuYE5n-zU/s1600-h/ppg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788494262364050" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRfMeDCgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/B1p8XBIIPNE/s320/bus+trip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRe08GvoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/D_7-hnvM2xU/s1600-h/as+stated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350788159829884546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHRe08GvoI/AAAAAAAAAYE/D_7-hnvM2xU/s320/as+stated.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7601637718110515020-3419442866312601929?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3419442866312601929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-photos-that-brings-me-back-those.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3419442866312601929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/3419442866312601929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/those-photos-that-brings-me-back-those.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/SkHSHVCyeMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i1KTPdUtDms/s72-c/yogurt+-.-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7601637718110515020.post-6112129795660015389</id><published>2009-06-23T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:14:43.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNDER CONSTRUCTION, THANK YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH WOW, HOW STUPID AM I? I WANTED TO CHANGE TEMPLATE AND I FORGOT TO SAVE SOMETHINGS, AND BAM, MY LINK'S, ETC. ARE ALL GONE,UNEXPECTEDLY -.- FISHCAKES, GAHHH. &amp;amp; I WAS SO DAMN IRRATATED AND FRUSTATED YESTERDAY FOR MAKING THIS FISHING MISTAKE, SO I DELETED MY BLOG, AND APPEARANTLY, I ONLY DID IT FOR FUN, SINCE I WAS CLUELESS TO FIND TH LINKS -.- SO I PRESS THAT BUTTON, AND NOW, MY OLD OH-SO-LOVELY-POSTS, WHICH HELPS ME TO BRING BACK MA' PAST, IS NOW &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERMANTLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; GONE. OH WELL, NOW I HAVE TO START OVER, UNEXPECTLY. GIMME YR LINKS IF I MISSED OUT :D&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/7601637718110515020-6112129795660015389?l=pretentioussarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6112129795660015389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-wow-how-stupid-am-i-i-wanted-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/6112129795660015389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7601637718110515020/posts/default/6112129795660015389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pretentioussarah.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-wow-how-stupid-am-i-i-wanted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>SARAH VELCOTT.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03589019633519165090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kvn4-iHKK_c/Sj-pPjZ-ugI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eOnnSFFdCYc/S220/SARAH+VELCOTT,+UH+HUH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
