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  <title>Into the deep, into love.</title>
  <subtitle>What's left is what you wished for it.</subtitle>
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    <name>SY</name>
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  <updated>2008-12-21T07:08:39Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bottledsolitude:10603</id>
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    <title>Me against the world</title>
    <published>2008-12-21T07:08:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-21T07:08:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I really feel the world is against me. Things are not working my way and I hate it. I know you can't have everything you want, but basically life has been treating me like a piece of dirt. I'm not gonna emo, as in, not gonna say life sucks, because it doesn't. I know there's a contradiction up there, but still, life doesn't suck, but the WORLD does, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really do hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br type="_moz" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bottledsolitude:10292</id>
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    <title>bottledsolitude @ 2008-12-15T17:47:00</title>
    <published>2008-12-18T10:50:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-18T10:50:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I didn't get into the school of my choice, but somehow I don't feel disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my laptop after all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bottledsolitude:10107</id>
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    <title>When you see my face</title>
    <published>2008-11-29T06:00:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-29T06:00:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Gives You Hell - The All-American Rejects</lj:music>
    <content type="html">A heap of cardboard boxes stacked neatly on top of each other&lt;br /&gt;That's what Yuri's house - one part of it anyway, look like.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm writing like this but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Two of my really good friends, Yuri and Jayi, are moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the cycle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayi (moving to Yuri's condo) &amp;gt; Yuri (moving to a lonely area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're going to different secondary schools soon.&amp;nbsp;There's a chance I may get into the same school as Yuri, but little chance we may get into the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard - leaving, and separating.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bottledsolitude:9289</id>
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    <title>Friends only</title>
    <published>2008-09-04T02:20:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-25T05:35:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://37pence.org/coquettish/satcfo03.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Actually I've moved to Blogger, and none of my friends have LJ, so putting this up is pretty much useless.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&amp;nbsp;I've decided to start posting again. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, &lt;strong&gt;comment to be added&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm a nice person... if you are. Well, at least I'm sane enough not to lash out at any random person I see along the street. I have a Blogger, but I just felt, LJ is more fun. I'm not moving here or anything, but I'll just post entries that are more *cough cough* insight and *cough cough* with more intellect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ruiningillusions.blogspot.com"&gt;My Blogger. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just a simple introduction here as I'm too lazy to type it all out at my profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interests: Writing crap, reading, fantasizing being the word's next ruler, helping my cousin build cars/aeroplanes/ etc, running (im fast), playing sports like badminton, basketball, volleyball, netball, playing computert games, meddling around with my Xbox, going to last.fm to find out new songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;strong&gt;The All-American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt; is my fave band, EVER. I also like Boys Like Girls, Panic at the Disco, One Republic, Jason&amp;nbsp;Mraz, Taylor Swift, Linkin Park, Simple Plan.&amp;nbsp;Basically anything, really. I don't really like heavy metal music, but there's some exceptions. Me heart oldies, too. Examples are Smoke on the Water by&amp;nbsp;Deep&amp;nbsp;Purple and Eternal Flame by the Bangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books:&amp;nbsp;I read anything, as long it's good. Fave books on my shelf?&amp;nbsp;Let it Shine - Josephine Cox, Jodi Picoult, Meg Cabot, JK Rowling. Twilight Saga, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bottledsolitude:6265</id>
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    <title>Writer's Block: Creepy Crawlies</title>
    <published>2008-05-28T15:47:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-28T15:47:25Z</updated>
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OK. Seriously, this is true. I bet my head. So I used to take this school bus home, Bus 12. But the original bus was repairing, since its glass window shattered the day before (I AM NOT KIDDING, but no one got hurt). So this smelly, rundown bus came to be our rubbish ride for a day, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the CCK area, so I am always the last one to get off. So when I got off, I felt this weird thing in my shoe. I just walked on. But the feeling got REALLY REALLY uncomfortable, and my maid was with me, so I took off my shoe. Guess what was inside? A cockroach, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sight of the cockroach was bloody revolting so I literally screamed. When I walked, I SQUASHED IT AND SQUISHED IT so the guts were spilling out. IN MY SHOE. But luckily I was wearing socks so my skin didn't touch that friggin cockroach. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DID THAT COCKROACH COME FROM? Well, as I said earlier, that rubbish bus was rundown. I suspected that the cockroach was &lt;br /&gt;from there. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: (to Jayi) hey why do you always do something like this : 'SHITTTTTTTTTTT &amp;amp; NICEEEEEEEEEEEE'. OKOK, it's your writing style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;But it's sort of getting on my nerves. Sorry. No offence made.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bottledsolitude:4748</id>
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    <title>Some weird jumble sale</title>
    <published>2008-05-18T14:25:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-18T14:25:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today my school&amp;nbsp;had its first jumble sale? Right&amp;nbsp;so here's how&amp;nbsp;today went. [pardon me i'm going to write in a very childish manner ermmhummm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- reached school about 9.03am. Checked my watch. :) I met up with Yuri who was claimed to have "walked around aimlessly while waiting for you,&amp;nbsp;prissy miss*!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- first we went to the inflatable bouncer thing and jumped around like crazies. Charmaine,&amp;nbsp;Qiao Yuan and&amp;nbsp;Eunice with her bro came and jumped around too.&amp;nbsp;Came out all sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bought candyfloss.&amp;nbsp;Someone stepped on Yuri's toe. She was wearing&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;"unlucky shoes", that's why.&amp;nbsp;It started bleeding and Mdm&amp;nbsp;Lee the music teacher thoughtfully got a plaster&amp;nbsp;for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bought ice-jelly&amp;nbsp;and proceeded up to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &amp;nbsp;Stared at the weird funfair stores. I went to the toys station and bought myself 2&amp;nbsp;stuffed&amp;nbsp;toys. I know i'm infantile, but I LIKE&amp;nbsp;STUFFED TOYS. So what, you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wandered around. Yuri requested a song. Something like "Rewrite" by Rihanna? I dunno. Correct me&amp;nbsp;if I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bloody lucky draw.&amp;nbsp;It should be Unlucky draw. Dorcas got a prize, Grace got one too but I think she went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the canteen and Yuri bought bubbles and we&amp;nbsp;tried, abeit unsuccessfully, to blow them up. I swiveled the&amp;nbsp;glue around the stick and blew on it and it popped. Amazing*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;I got&amp;nbsp;up the the hall and saw glitter tattoos. Awesome. So I called down to Yuri and we both got one. Flowers. Mine: Purple &amp;amp; Silver with a stalk. Yuri's: Blue&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Silver wihout a stalk. The auntie there somehow offered to draw the stalk for me, I guess, because she screwed up with the whole glitter thing. Overall it looked okay, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;I had&amp;nbsp;coupons left so I bought fish &amp;amp; wedges and shared it with Yuri.&amp;nbsp;Bought "Muah Chee" and Ice&amp;nbsp;Jelly to finish off the coupons. Turned out I had a $2 coupon left so Yuri and I requested songs. Me: The Sweet&amp;nbsp;Escape by Gwen Stefani. Yuri:&amp;nbsp;Not Gonna Get Us by TATU. The DJ sort of mixed it and&amp;nbsp;I liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;It was bout 1+pm, so I went to Yuri's house to&amp;nbsp;kill, until 4pm.&amp;nbsp;Read mags, played with Yuri's Nintendogs Nuger and Bernie, ate burgers, drank coke, crunched ice (for me), played Zoo Tycoon, played Beauty Factory,&amp;nbsp;Yuri Bluetoothed me some themes, SMSed, walked up the sloping hill to see Marcus's freaky big house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went tuition and told the teacher my marks. She was&amp;nbsp;happy but she told me in Chinese, "You need&amp;nbsp;to work harder in&amp;nbsp;Maths."&amp;nbsp;Obviously. I&amp;nbsp;am happy, whatever it&amp;nbsp;is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right I'm done here. See'ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* when words are marked with this its completely false. Just added it for my own enjoyment.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bottledsolitude:3575</id>
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    <title>Articulating is a addiction</title>
    <published>2008-04-24T13:08:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-24T13:08:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I feel like articulating all day long. It really soothes me, for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Although right now I'm articulating the wrong thing, since I have this composition exam tomorrow and my topic (though I'm not sure yet) is a car accident, most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see it in mathematical terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ratio of the possiblity of car accident is to burglary is 4:1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="The terms of math is buzzing around in my head"&gt;So, yes cool. Or not.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like cutting so just to see the beaut links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure weird. Although &lt;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt; is reading my Livejournal &lt;em&gt;yet. &lt;/em&gt;But I know they really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point to soothe a lonesome heart&lt;br /&gt;is to let you experience pain &amp;amp; heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; pain is good.&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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