<?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-27311042</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:43:39.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogit.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-117023511646704420</id><published>2007-01-31T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:18:36.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ANNOYED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;was supposed t meet joel at 3pm &amp; he is not here even thou it's 5.13PM already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you definitely can feel that raging fire in me. ill grill him&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;many things on da list, well .. HOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;OK. joel is here (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ANGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-117023511646704420?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/117023511646704420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=117023511646704420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/117023511646704420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/117023511646704420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2007/01/annoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-116045521792589655</id><published>2006-10-10T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T12:40:17.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;; my new baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/582/927/1600/527832.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/582/927/200/527832.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;; canon powershot A640.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love it so much ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;school started for a week already and it depleting all my energy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i super love my applied design module but i seriously and madly adhor my photography class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont like phototaking of building or whatever &amp; im not interested in learning also but i have to force myself in order to get a good grade. the phototaking session is not enjoyable too. the hot and humid weather make me feel so miserable. cant wait for this module to be over but i want more applied design lesson! more! more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, i am missing so many nuts but okay, some maybe missing me too but some, simply forget about me i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me do the same thing to you then. ((;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blog ltr .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lesson starts again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH WELL. ) ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-116045521792589655?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/116045521792589655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=116045521792589655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/116045521792589655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/116045521792589655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-new-baby-canon-powershot-a640.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-115841524145915354</id><published>2006-09-16T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:00:42.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello, i'm back (x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i love holidays, don't you love it too? apart from working part-time, i'm doing full time gaming. ((; 24hrs don't seem to be enough for me. well, what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i don't like my present part-time job. the boredem it creates can kill me in just a sec. i have to admit that i don't like to be left alone. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i miss the sevens. ]; i feel like going out with them but they are so busy. *hopes shuli reads this );&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-115841524145915354?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/115841524145915354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=115841524145915354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115841524145915354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115841524145915354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-im-back-x-i-love-holidays-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-115148712197909217</id><published>2006-06-28T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:32:02.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i ll do anything .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;;the pretty pretty friday - 23rdjuneo6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met char jia shu min yang after schl for celebrating the end of block two. shopped &amp; watched runaway vacation at ms. dined at suntec &amp;amp; everyone's having problem w their dinner. ); followed by a camwhore session at the wealth fountain. walked t boat-quay &amp; al of us sat along the riverbank singing. girlfriends al. &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;;saturday - 24juneo6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met my two ladies &amp; shopped around suntec in d' late noon. went downtown east to pass min soft pastel &amp;amp; chilled around d' beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days of draw ess already &amp; i have to roarrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;]]; i dont &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;macson and sean drew a protrait of me today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i loved macson's work but sean drew a beggar can! with very untidy hair &amp; haggard features. )); &amp; i notice that macson loves to draw min. maybe .. probably .. he .. ;O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay, i did draw macson and sean. &amp; i have to say i did a better job at drawing sean. sean likes it can! but macson was complaining tht i have drawn his eyes too big and face too chubby. WHAT's your problem lah, mac. =O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;;DDDD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; yes, i have just promoted to Ms Sharpener.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;((x&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-115148712197909217?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/115148712197909217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=115148712197909217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115148712197909217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115148712197909217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-ll-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-115046849476829361</id><published>2006-06-16T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T22:34:54.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bid your last goodbye ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the market opp tp t buy the white paint for 2d with mac sean meow. had mac for breakfast. ((; enjoyed the trip thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft school, went bugis with jia yang meow shu char. snap snap day ((x lotsa of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// i really want it to be just simple, but lovely.&lt;br /&gt;do you know i distant myself just to be closer.&lt;br /&gt;no, you wont. if that moment comes,&lt;br /&gt;i guess you will just lose the cue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-115046849476829361?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/115046849476829361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=115046849476829361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115046849476829361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115046849476829361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/06/bid-your-last-goodbye-went-to-market.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-115038526413137106</id><published>2006-06-15T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:27:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched cars with shu yang jia meow char yesterday. it was 'hilarious'. &amp; nuff said about the movie. to the ending of the show, two sweeties caught my attention and i shall name one ju-on and the other sadako. (; they crawled up and down the stair, freaking me out once a while. well, i think the carpet stairs amuse them more than the cute cartoons on the screen. &amp; i have to say, shu and i have no image for we sat like a boy. yang didnt even sit like us. gawds. i love them. ((; winkkks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;went many places today for my idea's project. my heels bit me &amp; 4 red blisters kissing me. ); did some shopping too &amp; now, i declared that i m a happy girl ((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHU lovelove me (x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-115038526413137106?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/115038526413137106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=115038526413137106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115038526413137106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115038526413137106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/06/watched-cars-with-shu-yang-jia-meow.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-115000303405093600</id><published>2006-06-11T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:17:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>suicidal mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you know i really want t smile once again ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything in my life just twisted suddenly &amp; i'm thrown off the road. and you just don't understand me. not at all. i have lost many that are precious to me &amp;amp; yes, i'm a goner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really really long since i last joke happily and think i'm such a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;this 2 months, everything just seems to forgo me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FCKING hate life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-115000303405093600?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/115000303405093600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=115000303405093600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115000303405093600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/115000303405093600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/06/suicidal-mode.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114958082137012889</id><published>2006-06-06T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:42:23.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>; the red nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i heard your cries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;those little beats remind me of your existence. thou painful but i can't help falling in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm calling for &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shoulder for me t lean on while i cry to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114958082137012889?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114958082137012889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114958082137012889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114958082137012889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114958082137012889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/06/red-nightmare-i-heard-your-cries.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114935203887071827</id><published>2006-06-03T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T00:27:18.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>; you and me collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just tell me it's really gonna be forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy, i want fears no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114935203887071827?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114935203887071827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114935203887071827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114935203887071827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114935203887071827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-and-me-collide.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114914194316886391</id><published>2006-06-01T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T14:05:43.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>; the five(s)&lt;br /&gt;- s-hu, meow, jia, char [[;&lt;br /&gt;awesome girls with incredible nonsenses. b00.&lt;br /&gt;ytd was the first time i laughed til i thought i was dyingggggg and i have to plead them t stop al the jokes. :S&lt;br /&gt;i love them. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, our sister yang rocks too. ;laughs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114914194316886391?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114914194316886391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114914194316886391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114914194316886391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114914194316886391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/06/fives-s-hu-meow-jia-char-awesome-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114888862829969819</id><published>2006-05-29T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:43:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>; be in your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boy, u're my every lil precious thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;al pretty pretty lil ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love tay ngee sern ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; i'm a happy mrs tay (;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more ComDI and 3dArFun. module over &amp; i passed. also, my 1-metre sculpture was selected for the exhibition at the design space. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; darlings, i'm gg to miss you. i love shakir &amp;amp; mas. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEEEEPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114888862829969819?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114888862829969819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114888862829969819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114888862829969819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114888862829969819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/05/be-in-your-embrace.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114852159856922495</id><published>2006-05-25T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T09:46:38.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girls, watch your steps.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;and we screwed our ComDI project.&lt;br /&gt;darn. blablablahs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my half-way done 3D project . . &amp;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/582/927/1600/Image(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/582/927/200/Image%28009%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;d' heavy tiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/582/927/1600/Image(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/582/927/200/Image%28008%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;my tiles' storyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/582/927/1600/Image(010).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/582/927/200/Image%28010%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my incomplete sculpture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114852159856922495?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114852159856922495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114852159856922495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114852159856922495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114852159856922495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/05/girls-watch-your-steps.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114809789404628589</id><published>2006-05-20T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:04:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;baby, baby .. you turned me on ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;]&lt;br /&gt;i miss all the eating, dancing, partying craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life aint getting better with al these stress piling up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114809789404628589?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114809789404628589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114809789404628589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114809789404628589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114809789404628589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/05/baby-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114795406535403510</id><published>2006-05-18T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T20:07:45.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;life in a closet ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one after another.&lt;br /&gt;one major project cum presentation before ComDI module's over. &amp; mel sam i decided t bag our laptop t schl so we can always get down t work. stress. the item we designing is so high-tech. gosh, luckily we are designer and not the inventor. oh, sorry inventors for we didnt mean it t be this tough eh. ;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chasing after you.&lt;br /&gt;major graduating proj for 3dArFun module is an at least 1metre tall scuplture. by next friday. due on the same day as ComDI's proj. 3 ideas by tonight and YAY, tml's excursion to esplanade is cancelled! greatttttttttt ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay. time to get down t work. screw researchs ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND yes, sern ..&lt;br /&gt;i love you till the end of time. Nothing's gonna change my love for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114795406535403510?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114795406535403510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114795406535403510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114795406535403510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114795406535403510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-in-closet-one-after-another.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114783072418045307</id><published>2006-05-17T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T09:52:04.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's my everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, i'm a happy girl.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i love him so much. he shows me what a real man is, what is responsibility and secure a man should give to his girlfriend and he's always watching and protecting me. he is the man i'm searching for .. &lt;em&gt;yes bliss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;have been so busy with projs and assignments, i hardly have anytime to breathe. feel so trapped &amp; i'm always rushing through all the work. everything has been draining energy out of me. i love weekend ];&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114783072418045307?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114783072418045307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114783072418045307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114783072418045307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114783072418045307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/05/hes-my-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114768950108039817</id><published>2006-05-15T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T18:38:21.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lethargic, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy with viv's wedding and it drains out all my enery. wedding dinner tonight. shrugs&lt;br /&gt;AND, and .. homeworks incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate it.&lt;br /&gt;i need timeeee.&lt;br /&gt;tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;[&lt;br /&gt;UPSET&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114768950108039817?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114768950108039817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114768950108039817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114768950108039817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114768950108039817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/05/lethargic-thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114753879761994613</id><published>2006-05-14T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:46:37.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a world painted grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to hop onto my bed.&lt;br /&gt;i love to sleep &amp; nap.&lt;br /&gt;(;&lt;br /&gt;life is about sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114753879761994613?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114753879761994613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114753879761994613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114753879761994613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114753879761994613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-painted-grey.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114736012589418286</id><published>2006-05-11T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:08:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;days w;o my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;nah. i never lost my phone, nor confiscated. the display just went blank without any reason. i didnt drop or hit it, i left it alone till i woke up in the morning seeing my phone blankish. AND great, all my contact nos in it and i can't retrieve it from the phone list since i can see nth but just a white blank screen. i still carry my phone around but when i need to call someone, i just feel like m' nobody! i can call no one for help except my baby but, but he's not from my course. doh, so i have been depending on myself for the past few days &amp; yay, i feel like a big girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;life has been hectic &amp; m' still trying to juggle the assignments fro both subjects. it's making me mad and al drained out. ];&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;presentation almost everyday. just think of how tiring and stressing it can be? sometimes i just feel like hiding &amp; sleep through the days. tons and tons of essay to do, and it's 2 pages everytime. do i even have so many things to say? NAH. i don't have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;and 3D. DUH! journals, journalssss, and pages of journal to write. i don't really know what to write too. for i don't really enjoy the activities. yes, some i do but most i don't. asked around &amp;amp; many have the same thinking too. most think 3dArtFun is boring. i just want to get done with the module and BYEBYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114736012589418286?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114736012589418286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114736012589418286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114736012589418286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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still have 3 other assignments on the waiting list. ms brain, stop &lt;strong&gt;fooling&lt;/strong&gt; around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114700801806891733?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114700801806891733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114700801806891733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114700801806891733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114700801806891733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/05/picking-pieces-we-left-behind.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27311042.post-114698943892189347</id><published>2006-05-07T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:10:38.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>doubts in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114698943892189347?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114698943892189347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;te works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;just completed d' OLE modules. shrugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;another day for the final assignment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;manymany others t do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;POUTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114690320890093238?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114690320890093238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114690320890093238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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my past but seriously, i find it no point. there's nothing for me to look back. all facades &amp; pains. most importantly, there's no mistakes for me to learn &amp;amp; to be corrected. i have successfully moved to the next stage of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;* enjoyed my 1 week. met awesome peeps &amp; had so much fun with them till i really look forward in seeing them again &amp;amp; again. went to the art museum on wednesday with my own proj group &amp; another group named 4girls&amp;amp;ahalf. annoyed the bangla(s) that sat outside the S.A.M. i love ComDI but i loathe going to the 3dArFun lesson. ;[ i don't like that module &amp; i just want time to pass faster so i can get my butt out of that class.&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;* jolene's birthday tomorrow &amp;amp; she's having this chalet. gotta go for i alrdy promised her. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRD DAY TO YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JOLENE. happy happy birthday to youuuuuu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;_&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* my assignments are piling up. &lt;/em&gt;damn. i have so many stuffs to do );&lt;br /&gt;not enjoying at all &amp; ziyao still can tell me i stil have few weeks to enjoy myself before serious works get into my way. he lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my &lt;em&gt;baby boy&lt;/em&gt;. he's so sweet. yes i love you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27311042-114682095385364115?l=truly-bits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/feeds/114682095385364115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27311042&amp;postID=114682095385364115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114682095385364115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27311042/posts/default/114682095385364115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truly-bits.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-long-since-i-last-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>aanee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15925263632612318137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
