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Tuesday, 22 July 2008

i'm like super wuliao and bored. and NO. i haven't packed my stuff for founder's rehearsal yet :/


YOUR BOY SIDE


( ) You love hoodies.
(x) You love jeans.
( ) Dogs are better than cats.
( ) It's hilarious when people get hurt.
(x) You've played with/against boys on a team.
( ) Shopping is torture.
( ) Sad movies suck.
( ) You own an X-Box.
( ) Played with Hotwheels cars as a kid.
( ) At some point in time you wanted to be a fire-fighter.
( ) You own a DS, PS2 or Sega.
( ) You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
( ) You watch sports on TV.
( ) Gory movies are cool.
( ) You go to your dad for advice.
( ) You own like a trillion baseball caps.
( ) You like going to football games.
( ) You used to/do collect baseball cards.
( ) Baggy pants are cool to wear.
( ) It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.
(x) Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favourite colours
(x) You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
(x) Sports are fun.
(x) Talk with food in your mouth.
( ) Wear boxers.



YOUR GIRL SIDE


(x) You wear lip gloss.
(x) You love to shop.
(x) You wear eyeliner.
( ) You have some of the same shirts in different colours.
(x) You wear the colour pink.
(x) Go to your mom for advice.
( ) You consider cheerleading a sport.
( ) You hate wearing the colour black.
(x) You like hanging out at the mall.
(x) You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.
(x) You like wearing jewellery.
( ) Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.
(x) Shopping is one of your favourite hobbies.
(x) You don't like the movie Star Wars.
(x) You are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics or dance.
( ) It takes you around 1 hour to shower, get dressed, and put on make-upand accessories.
(x) You smile a lot more than you should.
(x) You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.
(x) You care about what you look like.
( ) You like wearing dresses when you can.
(x) You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.
(x) You wear girl underwear.
(x) Used to play with dolls as little kid.
( ) Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy of it.
(x) Like taking pictures of yourself with your cell phone/camera when you're bored


yayy. off to pack now!
10:02 pm



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you're not sorry
Taylor Swift

All this time I was wasting
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down
And it's taking me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again
But not this time around

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no no oh

Looking so innocent
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold
And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no, oh

You're not sorry no no oh

You had me crawling for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did - before
You're not sorry, no no oh

You're not sorry, no no oh