<?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-6491519</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:36:21.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+ kwann' (:</title><subtitle type='html'>jesus addict!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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>280</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109878913100736567</id><published>2004-10-26T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T19:12:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;wish for you on a falling star&lt;br /&gt;wondering where you are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent all day doing the template.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, was supposed to be for my diary-x blog,&lt;br /&gt;but i can't seem to figure it out ):&lt;br /&gt;i'll get neek's help anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today school was fun (:&lt;br /&gt;we watched saving private ryan for history&lt;br /&gt;was an NC-16 show!&lt;br /&gt;rather gory...&lt;br /&gt;they showed the leg being blown off and intestines like oozing out and all :/&lt;br /&gt;was too much for me to take.&lt;br /&gt;how am i ever going to become a doctor -shakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during recess miss lim called for those whose attendance was not regular&lt;br /&gt;mainly, me.&lt;br /&gt;boy was i shaking like a leaf when i reached there.&lt;br /&gt;but surprisingly she was damn nice to me&lt;br /&gt;and looked rather astounded that i decided to remain in track.&lt;br /&gt;but i brought it up that i wanted to change events&lt;br /&gt;and she AGREED! :D&lt;br /&gt;yay! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;don't know if i should go school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;seriously la, it's as boring as hell. -yawns.&lt;br /&gt;i'll leave it for later to decide&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109878913100736567?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109878913100736567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109878913100736567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109878913100736567' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109860100341286668</id><published>2004-10-24T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T14:56:43.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;when you say you love me&lt;br /&gt;the world goes still, so still inside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sundays rock!&lt;br /&gt;after service, pastor barnabus wanted to meet all those who played for the childrens' ministry&lt;br /&gt;i was one of them (as well as yunying) so we went together.&lt;br /&gt;and he invited us to like play for the music ministry!!!&lt;br /&gt;-squeals.&lt;br /&gt;you know how cool and fun is that?!&lt;br /&gt;but yeah la that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;have to pray about it and think through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after service we walked to block 76 for lessons.&lt;br /&gt;stood outside waiting for mei hsin to get the keys&lt;br /&gt;and in the end she couldn't find them :/&lt;br /&gt;so lesson was cancelled! )):&lt;br /&gt;it was going to be combined session la ):&lt;br /&gt;so sad. and nxt week no bible study too cos of format x.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ):&lt;br /&gt;ah so i went over to the market to sit with mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to j8 to buy kaitlyn and austin's present.&lt;br /&gt;since christel is going to the U.S of A, might as well get them a xmas present.&lt;br /&gt;anyway after buying their presents we went to sakae sushi&lt;br /&gt;and i saw sam! ((:&lt;br /&gt;haha was with his family&lt;br /&gt;ate some weird jap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;not a big fan of jap food... and i HATE wasabei.&lt;br /&gt;and j8 was having this baby racing contest.&lt;br /&gt;so stupid ok.&lt;br /&gt;the parents have exploited their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE MORE WEEK TO SCH HOLS.&lt;br /&gt;YAY YAY YAY! -CHEERS. :D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109860100341286668?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109860100341286668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109860100341286668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109860100341286668' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109852795498410070</id><published>2004-10-23T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T18:39:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;NEEK IS ADORABLE! x))&lt;br /&gt;she is really damn cute la!&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so much until i had a tummy ache!&lt;br /&gt;she's now my joyous and finger walker! :D&lt;br /&gt;and we have a happy song:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE TO NAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&amp; BE SAPPY&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; MAKE PATTIES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;SO NICE LA!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE HAPPY SONG (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love my neek joyous and finger walker to bits!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-squeezes tightly&lt;br /&gt;i love you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109852795498410070?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109852795498410070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109852795498410070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109852795498410070' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109852332322366550</id><published>2004-10-23T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T17:22:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Some say hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Grow silent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In a world where no one cares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love keep slipping away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some say time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is the healer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But in a house where no one speaks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;love keep slipping away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do we fight when we know it's all wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why do we play that same old song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it just because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We're lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Help me, chase the shadows away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you've got nothing to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Say something anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Some say tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Run dry but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my heart I've cried forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only you can take it away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tell me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why do we fight when we know it's all wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't we see what's going on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it just because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We're lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Help me, chase the shadows away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you've got nothing to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Say something anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anything to break the ice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anything at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anything to break the ice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anything at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But don't be sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Help me, chase the shadows away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you've got nothing to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Say something anyway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Help me chase the shadows away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Love me, love me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When you've got nothing to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Say something anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109852332322366550?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109852332322366550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109852332322366550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109852332322366550' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109851070413807587</id><published>2004-10-23T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T13:51:44.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;guess i'm wishing my life away&lt;br /&gt;with these things i'll never say&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X COUNTRY SEASON IS HERE AGAIN :/&lt;br /&gt;and we have started our gruelling training yet again.&lt;br /&gt;seriously la&lt;br /&gt;today i came to school so happy&lt;br /&gt;thinking we were going to play netball and drills and diagonals and stretching&lt;br /&gt;short for: whatever we did on thursday&lt;br /&gt;then yuanbing announced mid d was doing something else&lt;br /&gt;my heart literally BROKE ):&lt;br /&gt;i almost cried la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway our warm up was like 4 freaking long rounds around the school&lt;br /&gt;in total it's like 4.2km&lt;br /&gt;NON STOP&lt;br /&gt;but at the third round at the steep slope&lt;br /&gt;jia ai gave in. she threw up.&lt;br /&gt;then after a while i couldn't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;and collapsed on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;sort of blacked out for a while.&lt;br /&gt;damn scary la...&lt;br /&gt;couldn't walk properly&lt;br /&gt;which all the more makes me wonder wth am i still doing here in midd&lt;br /&gt;i can't even run 4.2km properly&lt;br /&gt;-shakes&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a useless freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that&lt;br /&gt;rested for a while&lt;br /&gt;then had 10x150m&lt;br /&gt;thankfully it wasn't as tiring&lt;br /&gt;did my workout with jia ai&lt;br /&gt;wanted to die halfway la&lt;br /&gt;but I MADE IT! x)&lt;br /&gt;so glad i managed to finish at least something :/&lt;br /&gt;gonna ask miss lim soon..&lt;br /&gt;nxt training or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109851070413807587?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109851070413807587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109851070413807587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109851070413807587' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109845153649649929</id><published>2004-10-22T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:25:36.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Name Four Bad Habits You Have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*slacker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*disoriented&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*laugh too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Name Four Things That You Wish You Had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*my own house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*my hp to be UNconfiscated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*my own internet access in my own comp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*this yr to be over soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Name Four People That Know You the Best:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*jasmine (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*charis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*wan ting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Name Four Things You'd Never Wear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*not wearing anything at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*guy's underwear :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*itchy stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*feathery clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Name Four Things You Are Thinking About Now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*you (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*training tomorrow: UGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*i wanna go out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*screw my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Name Four Things That You Have Done Today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*went to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*went to j8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*used computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*watched tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Name the Last Four Things You Have Bought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*um. coke float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*chicken mcnuggets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*ham&amp;cheese toast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*iced tea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Name Four Bands/Groups Most People Don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Know You Like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*um. eagles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*metalicca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*britney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*uhhh... dont know la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Name Four Drinks You Regularly Drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*iced tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*green tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First Grade Teacher's Name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*mrs lim kai mai (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last Words You Said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last Song You Sang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* WE ARE THE REASON (: by avalon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last Thing You Laughed At?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YONGS (:&lt;/span&gt; she said she rather GEORGE BUSH than SLY x)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last Time You Said 'I Love You' And Meant It?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* um... today (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Last Time You Cried, Not Teared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What's In Your CD Player?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*cds la. obvious what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What Color Socks Are You Wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*wear socks... at home... riiiiight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What's Under Your Bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*empty space. maybe the boogie man? EEKS no la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What Time Did You Wake Up Today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*5.50AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Taste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*um. my dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Clothes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* oakley shirt and pirated nike shorts x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Annoyance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*jere's going on on how gd SLY is :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Longing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*NO TRAINING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Desktop Picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*this animated woman in some comp game. brother chose it not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Worry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Favorite Physical Feature Of The Opposite Sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* HAIR! spiky, no less x) hahaha. um face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Favorite Place To Be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*orchard? school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If You Could Play An Instrument?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*SAXAPHONE! darn cool. i love drums though. but i wanna play it better (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Favorite Color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*BLACK (: white purple pink orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How Tall Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* whooping 168cm! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Current Favorite Word/Saying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Favorite Books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* um. meg cabot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Favorite Season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* WINTER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Favorite Day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*weekends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Where Would You Like To Go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* PARIS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What Is Your Career Going To Be Like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* peadiatrician (child doc), or surgeon or plastic surgeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How Many Kids Do You Want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* um. depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Favorite Car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;* ferarri ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A Random Lyric To End It All:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;we are the reason&lt;br /&gt;that He gave His life&lt;br /&gt;we are the reason&lt;br /&gt;that He suffered and died (:&lt;br /&gt;doesn't jesus just rock? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109845153649649929?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109845153649649929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109845153649649929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109845153649649929' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109844391467487904</id><published>2004-10-22T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T19:18:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you are forever in my life&lt;br /&gt;you see me through the seasons&lt;br /&gt;cover me with your hand&lt;br /&gt;and lead me in your righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i look to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wait on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i sing to you lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a hymn of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for your faithfulness to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm carried in everlasting arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"through it all"- hillsong united&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gloriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you saved me, you saved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so miraculously&lt;br /&gt;you made me brand new&lt;br /&gt;you welcomed me&lt;br /&gt;with open arms, open arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unfailingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your love is a river,&lt;/span&gt; so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will praise you&lt;br /&gt;i will praise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll praise your name forever and a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i'll live for you into eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll praise your name forever and a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and i'll live what i sing, what i say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what i'm learning every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generously&lt;br /&gt;you gave me, you gave me&lt;br /&gt;marvelously&lt;br /&gt;you made me, you made me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relentlessly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'll follow, i'll follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breathtaking, so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"forever and a day"-hillsong united&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109844391467487904?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109844391467487904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109844391467487904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109844391467487904' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109843338531618066</id><published>2004-10-22T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T16:23:05.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wanna hold you high&lt;br /&gt;and steal all your pain &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prize giving ceremony today...&lt;br /&gt;quite boring la. but ah well...&lt;br /&gt;oh yes! we watched this video in sch&lt;br /&gt;starring jacelyn tay and THOMAS ONG!&lt;br /&gt;x) haven't seen him act for a long long time&lt;br /&gt;ever since that firefly show with fann wong&lt;br /&gt;i never saw him again ):&lt;br /&gt;i loved to see him on tv when i was young la!&lt;br /&gt;even my maid liked him :D&lt;br /&gt;PHILIPINO MAID SOME MORE&lt;br /&gt;hurr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway&lt;br /&gt;i hated the show.&lt;br /&gt;it was like about this girl&lt;br /&gt;and how alot of guys were after her&lt;br /&gt;so like they brought her to a club and got her drunk&lt;br /&gt;and brought her to the toilet&lt;br /&gt;and took turns to rape her&lt;br /&gt;man i hated that scene the most la pls.&lt;br /&gt;it was so... raw and heartless and downright cruel..&lt;br /&gt;to think there are such sick men out there&lt;br /&gt;who would rape little girls&lt;br /&gt;IN TOILETS. :/&lt;br /&gt;abit... disgusting la...&lt;br /&gt;ugh. the thought gives me shivers.&lt;br /&gt;and like the gang leader stabbed this boy&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;aghhhhh&lt;br /&gt;everyone screamed in the drama studio la.&lt;br /&gt;damn sick la :/&lt;br /&gt;don't know wth the guy was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! the weekends are FINALLY here :D&lt;br /&gt;after like what, 5 days. x)&lt;br /&gt;haha lame.&lt;br /&gt;hmm i think i'll go watch school of rock now :)&lt;br /&gt;FREDDY JONES IS WAITING FOR ME x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109843338531618066?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109843338531618066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109843338531618066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109843338531618066' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109835838791476790</id><published>2004-10-21T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T19:33:07.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;speeding over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;mph on the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Girl: Slow down. Im scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guy: No this is fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Girl: No its not. Please, its too scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guy: Then tell me you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Girl hugs him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Guy: Can you take my helmet off &amp; put it on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;yourself? Its bugging me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(In the paper the next day):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A motorcycle had crashed into a building &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;because of brake failure. 2 people were on it, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1 survived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The truth was that halfway down the road, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;guy realized that his brakes broke down, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;had her say she loved him &amp; felt her hug 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;last time, then had her wear his helmet so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;she would live even though it meant that he would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109835838791476790?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109835838791476790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109835838791476790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109835838791476790' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109835524787228429</id><published>2004-10-21T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:40:47.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm the one who wants to&lt;br /&gt;be with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace ponned school today! :/&lt;br /&gt;haha not fair -pouts.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;we had the head prefect/monitor rally today&lt;br /&gt;they were all quite gd la.&lt;br /&gt;but it was rather obvious to tell who were the more popular ones (:&lt;br /&gt;during recess charis and yijun were like jumping over chairs&lt;br /&gt;yijun jumps super scarily.&lt;br /&gt;it looks like she's gonna trip and bang into anything anytime&lt;br /&gt;and charis kept shreiking out.&lt;br /&gt;after recess we had this police talk&lt;br /&gt;about this girl who got into a gang fight and ended up in jail for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;there was this one girl in another class who cried when she saw the show...&lt;br /&gt;abit... i don't know. weird&lt;br /&gt;-shrugs&lt;br /&gt;after that... we had to practise our family dance and learn the line dance.&lt;br /&gt;darn fun!&lt;br /&gt;and i can assure you that LI MIJIE CANNOT DANCE :D&lt;br /&gt;omg she was damnnnnn cute when she did the line dance la.&lt;br /&gt;was laughing like crap at her (:&lt;br /&gt;she's too cute already lah.&lt;br /&gt;but i tell you dancing is fun!&lt;br /&gt;with your friends, no less -beams.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;abby&lt;/b&gt; is so adorable :D&lt;br /&gt;she forced me to sing the otelli edwards ad.&lt;br /&gt;the uh oh uh oh uh oh telli edwards.&lt;br /&gt;hahah! but thankfully she gave up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENT FOR TRAINING!&lt;br /&gt;man it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;we played netball&lt;br /&gt;and i like took advantage of my height and bullied lisatg! x)&lt;br /&gt;during the whole training session she kept speaking in this philipino accent la.&lt;br /&gt;lisa " i cooked Forridge for Pourty-Pour hours"&lt;br /&gt;and alot of other retarded quotes la.&lt;br /&gt;wa lao couldn't stop laughing. x)&lt;br /&gt;did drills after then&lt;br /&gt;then diagonals&lt;br /&gt;then this stretching exercise.&lt;br /&gt;whoa the stretches were killer on my back and hemstrings&lt;br /&gt;i realised my back muscles are so weak!&lt;br /&gt;i have to work out more on that. -nods.&lt;br /&gt;shoots now i'm having muscle aches all over...&lt;br /&gt;arghhhh&lt;br /&gt;and there's training on sat! :/&lt;br /&gt;BOO HOO HOO! -cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after training i went to macs with crystal!&lt;br /&gt;she bought nuggets and mcflurry&lt;br /&gt;there was this super fat and cute little girl&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn cute ok!!! -squeals.&lt;br /&gt;kept looking at her&lt;br /&gt;then shared a cab home with her since she lived to near me&lt;br /&gt;poof i'm home!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;what an eventful day.&lt;br /&gt;-claps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109835524787228429?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109835524787228429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109835524787228429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109835524787228429' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109817836778055547</id><published>2004-10-19T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:32:47.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before the world began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you were on His mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and every tear you've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is precious in His eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of His great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything was done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so you would come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;can make Him love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and nothing that you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can make Him close the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of His great love&lt;br /&gt;He gave His only son&lt;br /&gt;everything was done&lt;br /&gt;so you would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come to the father&lt;br /&gt;though your gift is small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broken heart, broken lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He will take them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the power of the word&lt;br /&gt;the power of His love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;everything was done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so you would come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109817836778055547?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109817836778055547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109817836778055547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109817836778055547' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109817728211770240</id><published>2004-10-19T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T17:14:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to work, they began to have a good conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;They talked about so many things and various&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;subjects. When they eventually touched on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that God exists."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;customer. "Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you just have to go out in the street to realize that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;there be so many sick people? Would there be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;abandoned children? If God existed, there would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;loving a God who would allow all of these things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;respond because he didn't want to start an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;argument. The barber finished his job and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;customer left the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The customer turned back and entered the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;barber shop again and he said to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;worked on you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;exist because if they did, there would be no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;like that man outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! " answered the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;barber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;" What happens, is,people do not come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;to me. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Exactly!"- affirmed the customer. "That's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;is, people don't go to Him and do not look for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Him. That's why there's so much pain and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;suffering in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109817728211770240?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109817728211770240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109817728211770240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109817728211770240' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109816336595871941</id><published>2004-10-19T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T13:22:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;all the things she said&lt;br /&gt;running through my head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's raining&lt;br /&gt;it's pouring&lt;br /&gt;the old man&lt;br /&gt;is snoring&lt;br /&gt;he went to bed&lt;br /&gt;and bumped his head&lt;br /&gt;and couldn't wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;it's raining now&lt;br /&gt;rahh.&lt;br /&gt;bored bored bored&lt;br /&gt;which is why i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;know how i spent my entire morning?&lt;br /&gt;writing testimonials for almost everyone in my friendster account :/&lt;br /&gt;like what the hell man.&lt;br /&gt;too free already. -shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to mel and phil on messenger now (:&lt;br /&gt;they're both sweet little things&lt;br /&gt;and i'm complaining to phil on what mel told me&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out&lt;br /&gt;really hate you-know-who&lt;br /&gt;ok.. forgive, sam... forgive...&lt;br /&gt;ah i shall pray for her la&lt;br /&gt;hope it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going out with yunying tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to watch white chicks!&lt;br /&gt;yes first time outing with her (:&lt;br /&gt;my retarded church mate x)&lt;br /&gt;man we had good times.&lt;br /&gt;she was my best friend when i was primary one man!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ah well...&lt;br /&gt;think we'll have a blast tomorrow (:&lt;br /&gt;can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109816336595871941?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109816336595871941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109816336595871941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109816336595871941' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109814665197040892</id><published>2004-10-19T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T08:44:11.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;above all power&lt;br /&gt;above all kings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness.&lt;br /&gt;this song is so cute&lt;br /&gt;and meaningful (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I was a rainbow I'd show my colors for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I was a songbird I'd sing my song for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;And if You take the sun and the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Take away the stars at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your faithful Word will always be my light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;Beautiful such a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;That You would give up Heaven just for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I wanna do is fall more in love with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This world doesn't owe me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;And one thing that I do know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109814665197040892?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109814665197040892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109814665197040892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109814665197040892' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109810625638007255</id><published>2004-10-18T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:30:56.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;here i am so alone&lt;br /&gt;and there's nothing in this world i can't do&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pearl harbor is a sad show...&lt;br /&gt;though it tried to film an unbiased version of the story&lt;br /&gt;i still hated the japanese after that.&lt;br /&gt;but they were smart, i had to admit...&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad the americans struck back.&lt;br /&gt;one question though:&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID JOSH HARTNETT HAVE TO DIEEEEEEE ):&lt;br /&gt;boohoo -sobs.&lt;br /&gt;i hated that part la.&lt;br /&gt;i cried like shit&lt;br /&gt;seesh ): so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;and i think kate beckinsale's a slut.&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't know who she loves man.&lt;br /&gt;-sigh. but i wouldn't too if i were her x)&lt;br /&gt;omg. did i just type that.... :/&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. the arizona was the special ship in p.h&lt;br /&gt;cos there were people still alive in it.&lt;br /&gt;war history is damn interesting.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why we're not learning about that&lt;br /&gt;instead,&lt;br /&gt;we have to learn about philosophies and religions in s.e.a, india and china.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;seesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109810625638007255?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109810625638007255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109810625638007255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109810625638007255' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109808848933484081</id><published>2004-10-18T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T16:34:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;this world has nothing for me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks it's a joke.&lt;br /&gt;they laugh at me.&lt;br /&gt;ridicule me.&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;i'll prove it to you.&lt;br /&gt;i'll prove iit to you GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109808848933484081?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109808848933484081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109808848933484081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109808848933484081' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109799178539366292</id><published>2004-10-17T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:43:05.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;you make me wanna&lt;br /&gt;call you in the middle of the night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched wimbledon with jas!&lt;br /&gt;was darn good i tell you&lt;br /&gt;i'm obsessed with tennis now x)&lt;br /&gt;it was gooooood.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch it again!&lt;br /&gt;peter peter colt! -grins.&lt;br /&gt;after the movie i realised i LOST MY WALLET&lt;br /&gt;was about to cry man&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to the theatre and i found it!!!&lt;br /&gt;it was on the floor&lt;br /&gt;tucked in the corner under the chair.&lt;br /&gt;man i never treasured my wallet so much until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't go out with faith ):&lt;br /&gt;mom wanted to bring me out instead.&lt;br /&gt;sorry faith ):&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;bought nora robert's captivated&lt;br /&gt;the bk which got charis so obsessed with.&lt;br /&gt;it is darn sweet ok.&lt;br /&gt;i love love love it (:&lt;br /&gt;i know why charis loves it so much now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had church.&lt;br /&gt;mm ________ kept looking at _________&lt;br /&gt;but _______ refused to believe?&lt;br /&gt;anyway yunying kept saying he was looking at me&lt;br /&gt;whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;it's not true. :/&lt;br /&gt;oh yes and i hate warheads when it's melted.&lt;br /&gt;mak gave me one and it was all squishy and gooey :/&lt;br /&gt;ack&lt;br /&gt;but it was still quite ok la (:&lt;br /&gt;haha. can't stand joel in my cell grp.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating and he keeps cracking lame jokes.&lt;br /&gt;call me mean but that's what i feel la.&lt;br /&gt;so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;marcus&lt;/b&gt; is the most retarded person i have EVER known&lt;br /&gt;and he laughs at the word track and field just cos i'm in it&lt;br /&gt;like, HUH?&lt;br /&gt;:/ marcus you are one whackofied acsian man...&lt;br /&gt;whahahha&lt;br /&gt;my retarded one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109799178539366292?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109799178539366292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109799178539366292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109799178539366292' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109771284363020914</id><published>2004-10-14T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T08:14:03.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;we were strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;starting out on a journey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;went out with mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had my hair cut SHORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:/ as in a little TOO short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now i can't even tie it up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aghhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i don't wanna go to school on friday with that haircut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;went to eat at ajisen ramen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmm it was ok lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then we rushed to taka to get my U2 jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and they didn't have my size!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but they checked other outlets and reserved one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at plaza sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wheee! where we were going to watch vanity fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i finally have a new jacket -beams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vanity fair was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;reese witherspoon was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and so was her hubby (: in the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but in the end i kinda don't know what they're talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-shrugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's like, 8+ in the morning now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;argh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;know why?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cos of stupid piano i have to wake up so early.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am so gonna screw up later on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haven't been practising :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wish me luck man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109771284363020914?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109771284363020914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109771284363020914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109771284363020914' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109767035890464898</id><published>2004-10-13T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T20:25:58.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TOOTSIE!&lt;/strong&gt;((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;employer!&lt;/strong&gt;((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big boo!&lt;/strong&gt;((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faithyloveskwannie!(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/faithY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109767035890464898?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109767035890464898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109767035890464898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109767035890464898' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109757756167856862</id><published>2004-10-12T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T18:52:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;did you ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;that you're my hero&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have the weirdest neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they install security cameras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they have all their ah beng friends over for mahjong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and smoke until 1am in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;third&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they hang colourful flags of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;red green yellow and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ALL AROUND THEIR HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it seriously look like they're celebrating national day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;only those kind of deco is used in HDB FLATS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NOT PRIVATE HOUSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the flags have like writings on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for all you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it may be some voodoo shit and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GET WHAT I MEAN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is getting scary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109757756167856862?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109757756167856862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109757756167856862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109757756167856862' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109755641979524586</id><published>2004-10-12T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T12:46:59.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Handful of complaints, but I can't help the fact, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that everyone can see these scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to just believe this is real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Cause you don't understand, I do what I can, but sometimes I don't make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am what you never wanna say, but I've never had a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, for once just to hear me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Face away and pretend that I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I'll be here 'cause you're all that I've got(got)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hear me out now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're gonna listen to me, like it or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hear me out now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're gonna listen to me, like it or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't feel the way I did before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time won't heal this damage anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be ignored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time won't heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't turn your back on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I won't be ignored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109755641979524586?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109755641979524586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109755641979524586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109755641979524586' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109754838170439013</id><published>2004-10-12T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T10:33:01.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's my life, it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;i ain't gonna leave forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY OF HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;whoohooo!&lt;br /&gt;-cheers.&lt;br /&gt;mm it's like 10.30 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;and i'm online already!&lt;br /&gt;haha a miracle i even managed to get up so early!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and AND!&lt;br /&gt;i can taste again!&lt;br /&gt;after like a day of torture of not being able to taste food&lt;br /&gt;cos of my flu and all&lt;br /&gt;i FINALLY tasted my breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee! x))&lt;br /&gt;super high now.&lt;br /&gt;think i'll go read the bible&lt;br /&gt;will blog later on again!&lt;br /&gt;sometime :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109754838170439013?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109754838170439013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109754838170439013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109754838170439013' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109747350539058507</id><published>2004-10-11T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T13:45:05.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At my funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who will show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After they've been seated, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will it be empty rows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When the pastor speaks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And my will read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My life into a speech,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What words would be said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As my casket is passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What will they think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As they walk beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will tears fall when they blink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking down upon my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will anyone grasp my hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will tearful words explode?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or would they rather just quietly stand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the silence falls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What memories will fill the room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When my song is played,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will they finally realise my eternal gloom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Upon my burial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who will have the last word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I'm lowered down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will they forgive me for my hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the dirt falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And my casket's covered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will my existance fade away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will anyone paint my memory in colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On my headstone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What will it read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Will it have beautiful flowers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Or just covered in dead weeds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At my funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When death has won,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who will remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After it's all said and done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109747350539058507?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109747350539058507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109747350539058507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109747350539058507' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109746914721843189</id><published>2004-10-11T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T12:32:27.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i can't stand to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i'm not that naive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it is so damn SCREWED UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;EOYS ARE OVER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-jumps about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;yipeee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;allelujah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;praise the lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but i'm like sick now la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;when the eoys are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I FALL SICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-rolls eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;this is madness man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;plus messenger's not working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so CRAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;my com is soooooo screwed up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;:l I WANT IT REPLACED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-bangs head on table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;RAHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I AM DERANGED, SICK AND TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BAHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'M OFF TO BED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109746914721843189?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109746914721843189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109746914721843189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109746914721843189' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109729899542617048</id><published>2004-10-09T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:16:35.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey sam!!! it's me!!! tella. so have you started reading the teen idol book? remember to lend it to me once your done. oh yes. be prepared to treat me to lunch, cos i am absolutely sure that i will &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; get 260. so where you gonna bring me to? decided yet? as long as it's not mcdonalds, i'm happy. have you written in the notebook yet? i just realised how many notebooks i have. i probably won't even use the 4 notebooks. but they're just so nice! can't stop looking at them. ok. whatever. gotta go now. seeya before you get your results back[unless you aren't grounded :P]! love ya loads! -tella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109729899542617048?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109729899542617048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109729899542617048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109729899542617048' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109724493071155461</id><published>2004-10-08T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:15:30.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tears flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soul crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dreams breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heart aching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Laughs faking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let it be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not admired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Body tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mind wired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Stop the agony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love yearning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spirit burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nerves turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Losing mentality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time lasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fear masking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hope passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dying lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109724493071155461?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109724493071155461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109724493071155461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724493071155461' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109724475170570094</id><published>2004-10-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T22:12:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've yearned for peace to my wit's end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One final note for one final sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My pencil burns through my papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My last goodbyes to family and neighbors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My soul screams for one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't do it...your life must have some relevance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Uncontrollable tears pour from my eyesI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; want to quit, myself i despise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Forcing unwanted smiles day in and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more drive or hunger, my pain is devout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I only have myself to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My despair controlls me, it can't be tamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No one notices my cries for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I open my mouth, but no one hears my yells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The more i try, the further my regression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't escape this state of depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A soul that was once happy and free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Feels trapped inside a box of misery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Darkness falls, the walls cave in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Death is the only solution my mind will comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Memories suddenly flutter my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish i could rewind the hands of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But lingering above, there's only one solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's only one way to defeat my confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mind says my time here is due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nothing to fight for, nothing to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time to leave behind the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Time to avoid my ultimate fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I regret the times i've wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My appologies for all the lives i've complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To those i've hurt, i beg forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To those i've loved, i wish smiles infiniteness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't shed any tears for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now my soul can finally fly free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please remember me with fun and laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As i now end my "happily ever after".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109724475170570094?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109724475170570094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109724475170570094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724475170570094' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109724300409709356</id><published>2004-10-08T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:43:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;bulidings with a hundred floors&lt;br /&gt;swinging on revolving doors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from my outing with christel!&lt;br /&gt;:D aka the ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;and man it was TONS of fun!&lt;br /&gt;we went to taka.&lt;br /&gt;and my uncle gave us $25 each&lt;br /&gt;to spend on anything we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;so nice right! x)&lt;br /&gt;we went to kinokuniya&lt;br /&gt;and meg cabot has a new bk called teen idol!!!&lt;br /&gt;i bought it x)&lt;br /&gt;but it cost $26.20 la.&lt;br /&gt;i spent like $1.20 on the book. x)&lt;br /&gt;and my cousin rocks la k.&lt;br /&gt;she bought like these 4 notebooks&lt;br /&gt;with really cool designs on it.&lt;br /&gt;and she had extra money so she used her money to buy me one.&lt;br /&gt;SO SWEET OF HER x)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next we went to this indonesian retaurant to eat.&lt;br /&gt;it was ok lah.&lt;br /&gt;but the sofa was like stained with BLOOD. :l&lt;br /&gt;someone OBVIOUSLY did not wear her -ahem- properly&lt;br /&gt;eeks.&lt;br /&gt;anyway halfway during dinner my laughing gas worked up.&lt;br /&gt;and i kept laughing over little stuff.&lt;br /&gt;retarded la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went down the basement and like heard LEAN BACK for like the third time!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;darn cool&lt;br /&gt;christel was annoyed with the song.&lt;br /&gt;but i love it :D&lt;br /&gt;we had gelato [italian ice cream] for desert.&lt;br /&gt;yumyum. x)&lt;br /&gt;rasberry sherbert rocks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee&lt;br /&gt;darn happy today x)&lt;br /&gt;and gonna see her this sunday again.&lt;br /&gt;she's coming to my church! :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109724300409709356?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109724300409709356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109724300409709356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109724300409709356' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109722412621519325</id><published>2004-10-08T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T16:28:46.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I KNEW I LOVE YOO BEFORE I MET YOO;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG BOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there&lt;br /&gt;whenever&lt;br /&gt;i needed yoo&lt;br /&gt;your presence means&lt;br /&gt;alot to me;&lt;br /&gt;cauz i know tt i have&lt;br /&gt;someone hu is always there&lt;br /&gt;for me.&lt;br /&gt;thank yoo!&lt;br /&gt;iloveyoo;dearly&lt;br /&gt;[wongy too!! (x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/faith(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109722412621519325?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109722412621519325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109722412621519325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109722412621519325' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109721866937160386</id><published>2004-10-08T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:57:49.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm sinking slowly&lt;br /&gt;so hurry hold me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese was total crap ok.&lt;br /&gt;i was practically guessing my way through the paper.&lt;br /&gt;sighh&lt;br /&gt;they didn't test anything on the textbooks la!&lt;br /&gt;it was all ke4 wai4.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;darn pissed now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway during art&lt;br /&gt;i totally whacked my way also.&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;i drew crap&lt;br /&gt;though diana hole kept saying it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't la. :D&lt;br /&gt;OH YES&lt;br /&gt;haha i was like torturing her today&lt;br /&gt;by saying sick stuff from cindy's gross romance novels.&lt;br /&gt;and mentioning to diana all the sick sick sick stuff&lt;br /&gt;and she kept screaming and shouting.&lt;br /&gt;was damnnnn amusing.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy torturing her la -laughs sadistically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after art wan ting and i went to the dnt room to finish up my lamp project.&lt;br /&gt;whoa spent like one and a half hours there la.&lt;br /&gt;cos all my lamp parts were missing ):&lt;br /&gt;and mr ng is hilarious i tell you&lt;br /&gt;he made wan ting and i hyperventilate thousands of times.&lt;br /&gt;darn darn funny&lt;br /&gt;i nearly died laughing.&lt;br /&gt;he was like doing something for a girl&lt;br /&gt;called gong hua&lt;br /&gt;but i didn't know her name&lt;br /&gt;only that it started with a gong&lt;br /&gt;and so when he asked me for her name&lt;br /&gt;i said gong something&lt;br /&gt;then later he called her&lt;br /&gt;and he's like "girl ah! uh.. you! the gong-something one."&lt;br /&gt;WA LAO&lt;br /&gt;(slaps face) sorry cursed again.&lt;br /&gt;I LAUGHED UNTIL I GOT STOMACH ACHE LA.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha -tears.&lt;br /&gt;until now i can't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;to think he'd be that retarded to actually say that!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahhahahahah&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;abby;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw you today!!!&lt;br /&gt;you came to look for me! x)&lt;br /&gt;and you spanked my butt. :D&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;i love you my peanut butter and jelleh sistaaa (:&lt;br /&gt;-hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;faith;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you again.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER&lt;br /&gt;i mean NEVER&lt;br /&gt;let those people get you down.&lt;br /&gt;they're not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;concentrate on the things that make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;like friends, family,&lt;br /&gt;wongy x)&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;it pains me to see you so upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;): cheer up alright my dear.&lt;br /&gt;you mean lots to me -hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY THERE'S DNT AND CHINESE LIT.&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;WHO THINKS I WILL STUDY?&lt;br /&gt;RAISE YOUR HAND.&lt;br /&gt;-looks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;br /&gt;gonna enjoy the weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109721866937160386?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109721866937160386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109721866937160386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109721866937160386' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109715057536495164</id><published>2004-10-07T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T20:02:55.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-SCREAMS.&lt;br /&gt;PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY OTTERS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneychannel/playhouse/pbj/index.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109715057536495164?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109715057536495164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109715057536495164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109715057536495164' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109714714777489100</id><published>2004-10-07T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T19:05:47.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;love me love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;say that you love me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aloha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am blogging just for CHARIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-looks at charis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have a music player!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wheeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;darn happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i feel like some DJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;one more thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my peanut butter jelly sistaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;abby loh x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109714714777489100?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109714714777489100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109714714777489100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109714714777489100' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109711772817422959</id><published>2004-10-07T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T10:55:28.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;get out leave right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's the end of you and me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had lit paper today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;was ok lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;didn't know what the unseen prose was talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i did the poem about a DOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heard that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DOG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-rolls. soooo spastic can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wrote a load of crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hopefully the teacher won't think it's crap la :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as for sing to the dawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;uhhh i just sort of tried my best la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but the merchant of venice was the easiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;don't know if i'll do well though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hah! but will pass la (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HOPE. -gulps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;rahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all the way from the school bus stop to home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this erica girl [not sure of her name]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lived damn near me la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she seemed to frightened of me man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;kept walking so fast when i was behind her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she kinda pissed me off last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cos she scolded charis something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i guess there's some bad blood between her and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and am i that intimidating?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nahh don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;argh i hope i dont see her again. :l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;poo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my brother's watching the mama mia musical today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his friend had free tickets so he asked me brother along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NOT FAIR! -pouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mm why does he always get the fun stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;while i'll be at home mugging my ass off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;changed my tuition time from night to afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at 3.30 pm! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i'll have time to do stuff at night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wheee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;darn happy :D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;talking to adele now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for sec ones mgs doesn't have lit papers!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do you know how bloody unfair that is?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-pouts. hrmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;some people have all the luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109711772817422959?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109711772817422959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109711772817422959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109711772817422959' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109705055288665578</id><published>2004-10-06T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T16:15:52.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peanut Butter and Jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Written By: Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Copyright Unknown&lt;br /&gt;First you take the peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you crunch 'em,You crunch 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First you take the peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And you crunch 'em,You crunch 'em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your peanut, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And jelly&lt;br /&gt;Peanut, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;And jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you take the grapes&lt;br /&gt;And you squish 'em,&lt;br /&gt;You squish 'em&lt;br /&gt;Then you take the grapes&lt;br /&gt;And you squish 'em,You squish 'em&lt;br /&gt;For your peanut, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;And jelly&lt;br /&gt;Peanut, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;And jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you take the bread&lt;br /&gt;And you spread it,You spread it&lt;br /&gt;Then you take the bread&lt;br /&gt;And you spread it,You spread it&lt;br /&gt;For your peanut, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;And jelly&lt;br /&gt;Peanut, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;And jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you take your sandwich&lt;br /&gt;And you eat it,You eat it&lt;br /&gt;Then you take your sandwich&lt;br /&gt;And you eat it,You eat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its good, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;And jelly&lt;br /&gt;Good, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;And jelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you take the peanuts&lt;br /&gt;And you crunch 'em,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you take the grapes&lt;br /&gt;And you squish 'em,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you take the bread&lt;br /&gt;And you spread it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you take your sandwich&lt;br /&gt;And you eat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its good, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;And jelly&lt;br /&gt;Good, peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;And jelly!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109705055288665578?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109705055288665578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109705055288665578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109705055288665578' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109704959087150546</id><published>2004-10-06T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T16:08:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;on the way down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i almost fell right through&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YAYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HAVE A PET ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shared with abbbbbyyyyyyyy. -beams. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and its name is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oooh la la i love the name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i love love LOVE! the cartoon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-does the noodle dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whooo abby's got me highhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES&lt;br /&gt;ABBY AND MINE'S X)&lt;br /&gt;CLICK &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/banana.php"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR PEANUT BETTER AND JELLY TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109704959087150546?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109704959087150546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109704959087150546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109704959087150546' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109704537750369850</id><published>2004-10-06T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T14:49:37.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;do you see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;floating above your head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;history was preeeety ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;except for mapwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;l:totally cannot make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-shakes head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i totally did not see the leave THREE BLANK LINES AFTER EVERY QUESTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;on the cover page of english paper 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i finished my paper WITHOUT 3 LINES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and like lie on my table, fidget here fidget there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i STARED at the paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i read the instructions for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and whoa i said shit out loud when i read the LEAVE 3 BLANK LINES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then i rewrote EVERYTHING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;madness i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the invigilator looks weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;his head seems too big for his body. -shrugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;gonna postpone tuition from tonight to tomorrow night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cos tomorrow's not chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's LIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wish me luck man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i haven't finished reading the merchant of venice la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;how am i going to get the 10 marks for that sect. man!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-pulls hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha yanghuichun &lt;u&gt;cracks me up&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she's totally freaking out over buying a 30 cent pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:D god i love that mad woman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OH YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BREAKING NEWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ORLANDO BLOOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IS ENGAGED TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;KATE BOSWORTH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-SULKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;noooooo!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;total nightmare!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he's mine!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-glares at kate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you slut you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;manda's helping me with my temp. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hope she's ok with it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bring it on babeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109704537750369850?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109704537750369850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109704537750369850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109704537750369850' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109698191867156207</id><published>2004-10-05T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T21:11:58.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;you wanna know more, more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;more about me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as yang hui chun puts it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I AM UP TO MY EYEBALLS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've been studying all afternoon and it's already 9.06pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and i'm still cramming on MAPWORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i swear i hate historians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i really wonder how they can be so free to research on the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what's more it's already PASSED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what do you wanna know about it?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's useless!!!! -pulls hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;notes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-dutch controlled most of the trade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-able to control trade because they occupied many areas in the Archipelago including Melaka and Java.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-dutch did not want any other European power to have a share in the Archpelago trade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-did not allow the British or any other European ships to trade at any Dutch-controlled ports. (except Batavia in Java)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-dutch enjoyed a trade on MONOPOLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DO I CARE?????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-points vigorously to the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in order to do well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;in order to survive in this stupid country governed by lee hsein long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i have to learn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BLEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i hate my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109698191867156207?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109698191867156207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109698191867156207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109698191867156207' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109696141828789146</id><published>2004-10-05T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T15:30:18.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;and i love to sing sweet songs to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;because you are so dear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;rahh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sci was crap today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;hate ittttt :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;physics esp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;history tomorrow. :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-gulps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;aye don't feel like blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;just wanna say that CHARIS THINKS I'M HOT. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-goes wild. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;whoohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i love my nehnehpok charis :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109696141828789146?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109696141828789146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109696141828789146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109696141828789146' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109687486408967922</id><published>2004-10-04T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T15:27:44.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;but i won't forget all the ones that i love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm darn unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;br /&gt;i think i wrote out of point for my compo.&lt;br /&gt;second&lt;br /&gt;the freaking math paper one was so diff.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't even complete.&lt;br /&gt;and wth is an index notation and distributive law?????&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;scratch that.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna know. -rolls.&lt;br /&gt;but luckily paper 2 wasn't as bad la. (:&lt;br /&gt;that was the ONLY good thing&lt;br /&gt;third&lt;br /&gt;i broke my promise about not going to macs to eat ever again.&lt;br /&gt;cos i ate there just now |:&lt;br /&gt;and i left my nike water bottle there!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;didn't realise untile i got off bus 86 on my way home |:&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH&lt;br /&gt;i nearly got bird shitted if i didn't see the bloody bird fly past me&lt;br /&gt;and waited for it to fly past.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;to annoy:&lt;br /&gt;seriously just leave your name there&lt;br /&gt;since you hate me so much.&lt;br /&gt;and yay! i'm despo!&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109687486408967922?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109687486408967922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109687486408967922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109687486408967922' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109671491779541308</id><published>2004-10-02T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T19:01:57.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;you feel like heaven to touch&lt;br /&gt;i wanna hold you so much&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aghhh&lt;br /&gt;studied the whole day today&lt;br /&gt;my brain is going to explode from overload of information&lt;br /&gt;stressed out like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;and i am going to flunk math big time. |:&lt;br /&gt;ACKKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;how much do i hate math?&lt;br /&gt;THIS MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway just got back from tuition.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll join next yr.&lt;br /&gt;i got an E in like handing in my work?&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't. -grins.&lt;br /&gt;and it pulled down my overall&lt;br /&gt;which was a C.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;darn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;weili and hannah threw theirs in the rubbish bin&lt;br /&gt;whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interior angle of a polygon:&lt;br /&gt;(n2-4)x90degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha can't get it out of my head&lt;br /&gt;math math math.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doh!&lt;br /&gt;zhangwuji is on now.&lt;br /&gt;wahahahhah&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to catch abit of it!&lt;br /&gt;tata for now peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109671491779541308?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109671491779541308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109671491779541308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109671491779541308' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109662877041707067</id><published>2004-10-01T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T19:06:10.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Look into my eyes - you will see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Search your heart - search your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; And when you find me there you'll search no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; You know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Everything I do - I do it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Look into my heart - you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; There's nothin' there to hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Take me as I am - take my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I would give it all I would sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can't help it there's nothin' I want more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ya know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Everything I do - I do it for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; There's no love - like your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And no other - could give more love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; There's nowhere - unless you're there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; All the time - all the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I can't help it there's nothin' I want more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I would fight for you - I'd lie for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Walk the wire for you - Ya I'd die for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Ya know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Everything I do - I do it for you&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;i MELT everytime i hear this song (:&lt;br /&gt;it speaks so much.&lt;br /&gt;the words are so simple&lt;br /&gt;yet they hit the nail on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109662877041707067?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109662877041707067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109662877041707067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109662877041707067' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109662577345683649</id><published>2004-10-01T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:16:13.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;as we go on we remember&lt;br /&gt;all the times we had together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;WANT&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;PET&lt;br /&gt;ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;-nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll name it rocky&lt;br /&gt;and i'll feed it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i'll take good loving care of it&lt;br /&gt;and make sure it never goes hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A PET ROCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109662577345683649?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109662577345683649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109662577345683649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109662577345683649' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109661849010855646</id><published>2004-10-01T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:14:50.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;can't you see that i want you&lt;br /&gt;by the way i push you away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beginning to hate acsians.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109661849010855646?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109661849010855646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109661849010855646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109661849010855646' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109661263689830222</id><published>2004-10-01T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T14:37:16.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;your love is amazing&lt;br /&gt;steady and unchanging&lt;br /&gt;your love is a moutain&lt;br /&gt;firm beneath my feet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;br /&gt;ponned sch TO STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up darn early to start work ok.&lt;br /&gt;so proud of myself -beams.&lt;br /&gt;but i still have alot of work to do la. |:&lt;br /&gt;SADLY.&lt;br /&gt;nat came over.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like so much taller than her alr man...&lt;br /&gt;and she's j2! haha x)&lt;br /&gt;brother ponned sch too.&lt;br /&gt;and he was high yesterday&lt;br /&gt;whenever i said go and die&lt;br /&gt;he'll come and kill me.&lt;br /&gt;during lunch i watched harry potter and the sorcerer's stone.&lt;br /&gt;OH YES&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE RONALD SUSILO'S AUTOGRAPH!&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYY! x)&lt;br /&gt;i was so so so so so so so so so happy man.&lt;br /&gt;:D made my day.&lt;br /&gt;wheee! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;hailed a cab home.&lt;br /&gt;had to bring all our textbooks home&lt;br /&gt;so i had this huge load to bring back home&lt;br /&gt;and no way was i going to take a bus carrying all that.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah la.&lt;br /&gt;and the taxi driver kept asking me which way i wanted to take&lt;br /&gt;like the ave. 5 or highway or what.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like erm highway&lt;br /&gt;(JUST GET ME HOME)&lt;br /&gt;yeah la.&lt;br /&gt;and i sat with pei xuan today!&lt;br /&gt;didn't know she was so retarded too x)&lt;br /&gt;she kept cracking me up&lt;br /&gt;and her handwriting is oh so cute (:&lt;br /&gt;she's damn funny la. x)&lt;br /&gt;and i told her that if the kaya bun wasn't nice&lt;br /&gt;then i'll smear it on her face for facial&lt;br /&gt;and she kept like moving away from me after that.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha darn cute !!!&lt;br /&gt;talking to sab now.&lt;br /&gt;my jedi master -grins.&lt;br /&gt;oh how i miss her so! ((:&lt;br /&gt;ok i gotta go get mugging now.&lt;br /&gt;and monday's math paper. |:&lt;br /&gt;my worst subject.&lt;br /&gt;how am i ever going to survive man.&lt;br /&gt;god please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109661263689830222?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109661263689830222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109661263689830222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109661263689830222' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109653919508652500</id><published>2004-09-30T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T18:13:15.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;true to your heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo!!&lt;br /&gt;i invaded again&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;hope yoo dont mind...&lt;br /&gt;and your words are NOT&lt;br /&gt;words of wisdom..haha&lt;br /&gt;but i will listen..haha&lt;br /&gt;iloveyoo!((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takkaire and all the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;loveyoo DUO DUO!!((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/small boo(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109653919508652500?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109653919508652500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109653919508652500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109653919508652500' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109645497469495524</id><published>2004-09-29T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T18:49:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;put them together and what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;bipeedeee bopidee boo!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed my blog pic! x)&lt;br /&gt;ashlee simpson, no less (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and thanks jules for cropting my pic! :D&lt;br /&gt;it was darn bloody big at first la.&lt;br /&gt;then my wife cropted it for me ((:&lt;br /&gt;oh!&lt;br /&gt;and she invented a DRACULA SMILEY for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;it's the fangs.&lt;br /&gt;so cute right!&lt;br /&gt;never thought of it that way&lt;br /&gt;and :% is a smiley with pimples.&lt;br /&gt;the two dots are the pimples&lt;br /&gt;and the slanted dash is the mouth!&lt;br /&gt;ingenious isn't she?!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;:B is a buck tooth smiley!&lt;br /&gt;but christel already discovered it first.&lt;br /&gt;so nyeh nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;haha. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh&lt;br /&gt;tuition at 730 pm.&lt;br /&gt;i nearly fell asleep the other time pls.&lt;br /&gt;i kept excusing myself to the washroom&lt;br /&gt;to splash my face with water&lt;br /&gt;if not i will totally doze off.&lt;br /&gt;bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this to be over. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109645497469495524?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109645497469495524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109645497469495524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109645497469495524' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109644411922791109</id><published>2004-09-29T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T15:48:39.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;who is that girl i see?&lt;br /&gt;staring straight back at me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;we had to present our music project.&lt;br /&gt;the one where we last min. did it.&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;we're like the only group who&lt;br /&gt;didn't make it colourful and spectacular&lt;br /&gt;just plain and PROFESSIONAL. -nods.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;anyway we had to present this short excerpt from mulan la.&lt;br /&gt;then it's like anyhow whack can.&lt;br /&gt;man and grace sang SO HIGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;whoa. haha x) nevertheless well done la&lt;br /&gt;and charis looks damn amusing with a stick horse x)&lt;br /&gt;and during like pw and recess i STUDIED!&lt;br /&gt;:D so proud of myself. -beams.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. and now i can't stop studying!&lt;br /&gt;it seems fun. EXCEPT MATH.&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;wong gave us past papers to do.&lt;br /&gt;and like i can't even do the first question la.&lt;br /&gt;-rolls. fine. demoralise me.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;i can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school ying teng and i went to 7-11 to eat.&lt;br /&gt;and amanda said we could go into macs and eat cos she bought macs stuff.&lt;br /&gt;but then this stupid old hag told us off in front of everyone&lt;br /&gt;saying that we shouldn't be eating outside food inside macs&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;all that crap.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;i am not buying food from macs ANYMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;i love you too!&lt;br /&gt;thanks for blogging yes?&lt;br /&gt;and your wong is a nice guy la (:&lt;br /&gt;relax. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway jere and max are being retarded again.&lt;br /&gt;AS USUAL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109644411922791109?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109644411922791109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109644411922791109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109644411922791109' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109644280068578676</id><published>2004-09-29T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T15:26:40.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;invaded(:&lt;br /&gt;iloveyoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;/small boo(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109644280068578676?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109644280068578676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109644280068578676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109644280068578676' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109636368638078487</id><published>2004-09-28T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T17:28:06.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;this love has taken it's toll on me&lt;br /&gt;she said goodbye. too many times before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing the damn musicals project now.&lt;br /&gt;cindy was at my house just now.&lt;br /&gt;she was like freaking me out like mad la.&lt;br /&gt;she kept telling me ghostly stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-shudders&lt;br /&gt;ok change of subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally spoken to faith's wong. x)&lt;br /&gt;he's quite ok i guess?&lt;br /&gt;since she keeps going on on how perfect he is :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;she has good taste. -nods.&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;i better be off to work&lt;br /&gt;with the damn musicals.&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109636368638078487?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109636368638078487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109636368638078487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109636368638078487' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109626845766799426</id><published>2004-09-27T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T15:00:57.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;dancing bears, painted wings.&lt;br /&gt;things i almost remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if music be the food of love, play on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the appetite may sicken, and so die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that strain again, it had a dying fall;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that breathes upon a bank of violets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stealing and giving ordour. enough, no more;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'tis not so sweet now as it was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-orsino, twelfth night, act 1 scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful, isn't it? (:&lt;br /&gt;how does shakespeare do it?&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched vertical limit last night.&lt;br /&gt;it was so cool man!&lt;br /&gt;i wish i knew how to climb a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;but i hate the part where the evil guy used the dead guy's blood to mark the spot where they were hidden.&lt;br /&gt;darn sick.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;i'm allergic to something!&lt;br /&gt;got spots all over my upper thighs.&lt;br /&gt;ewwww. -makes a face.&lt;br /&gt;then went to the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;whoa he asked me if i needed an mc la!&lt;br /&gt;but mom said no.&lt;br /&gt;mm i should have said yes -nods. |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr foo is mean.&lt;br /&gt;i know my art sucks&lt;br /&gt;but you don't have to use two of my pieces on the same day&lt;br /&gt;and say it's horrid right?&lt;br /&gt;i know he was being polite when he said&lt;br /&gt;this peice of art in very interesting&lt;br /&gt;but she wouldn't get very high marks.&lt;br /&gt;-rolls.&lt;br /&gt;whatever lor.&lt;br /&gt;demoralise me!&lt;br /&gt;fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY starting to revise my work.&lt;br /&gt;ugh i hate myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the next two weeks to be over.&lt;br /&gt;then it's play play play! -dances around.&lt;br /&gt;wheeee! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm what other shakespeare quotes are there?&lt;br /&gt;ooh!&lt;br /&gt;here's one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but soft! what light through yonder window breaks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it is the east, and juliet is the sun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...her eyes in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would throught they airy region stream so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that birds would sing and think it were not night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-squeals.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SHAKESPEARE&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109626845766799426?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109626845766799426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109626845766799426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109626845766799426' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109618018394886310</id><published>2004-09-26T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T14:29:43.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;when i let you go baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to yishun mrt to meet charis to do project&lt;br /&gt;she was like half an hour late?&lt;br /&gt;haha but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;we went to woodlands found some shit&lt;br /&gt;on musicals.&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to borrow books!&lt;br /&gt;she made me borrow this lurlene mcdaniel book&lt;br /&gt;and the words were so huge!&lt;br /&gt;like some pri sch book.&lt;br /&gt;anyway she wanted to see me cry that's why she asked me to read.&lt;br /&gt;charis can't snort!&lt;br /&gt;so bloody cute when she tried to snort&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;i laughed until i got a headache&lt;br /&gt;while we were walking in causeway point i started feeling nauseous.&lt;br /&gt;then charis took her remedy: frozen strawberries!&lt;br /&gt;from mos burger.&lt;br /&gt;it was darn nice ok. -smacks lips.&lt;br /&gt;3 for $1. -beams. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;the test was so diff la.&lt;br /&gt;but weili and i were exchanging ans all the while.&lt;br /&gt;ahhha think the teacher knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don moen rocks (:&lt;br /&gt;however i thought the purpose of putting up the concert was all wrong&lt;br /&gt;since they focused alot on us donating money to the salvation army&lt;br /&gt;cos they needed funds for the needy.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it's depressing and all that they are in this state la&lt;br /&gt;but you don't have to make it so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;but it was a good concert.&lt;br /&gt;the songs were very meaningful (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had church!&lt;br /&gt;darn fun.&lt;br /&gt;during sermon i did something to yunying la&lt;br /&gt;really gross so i'm not going to say.&lt;br /&gt;all i have to say is my fingers were full of mucas |:&lt;br /&gt;so disgusting!!! -makes a face.&lt;br /&gt;and during bible study&lt;br /&gt;bill kept dissing people&lt;br /&gt;so mei hsin made him read romans 12 :10 everytime he did that&lt;br /&gt;he repeated it like 4-5 times i think?&lt;br /&gt;hahah was so amusing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i can't stand that ______&lt;br /&gt;wish he wasn't in my cell group.&lt;br /&gt;argh! go away! -shoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAH.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID MARCUS.&lt;br /&gt;took my template and use it for his own&lt;br /&gt;what's more he copyrighted his lah!&lt;br /&gt;say it's his own.&lt;br /&gt;pfft!&lt;br /&gt;haha but&lt;br /&gt;he's my fellow RETARD.&lt;br /&gt;so he's forgiven la. (:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha hear that marcus?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE FORGIVEN. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheets!&lt;br /&gt;today's entry is bloody long i daresay?&lt;br /&gt;-claps. applaud for kwan please! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109618018394886310?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109618018394886310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109618018394886310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109618018394886310' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109601822819729073</id><published>2004-09-24T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T17:30:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;outrageous&lt;br /&gt;when i move my body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from piano!&lt;br /&gt;had nothing to do so i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;anyways ms soon's so cool!&lt;br /&gt;since she's from sn and all.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about saint nicks&lt;br /&gt;and stuff&lt;br /&gt;darn fun!&lt;br /&gt;in the end we talked and talked until there was only 5 mins left for practise.&lt;br /&gt;so fun!&lt;br /&gt;wheee!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way back&lt;br /&gt;my new neighbour&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;they installed security cameras outside their house.&lt;br /&gt;i mean like&lt;br /&gt;come on la,&lt;br /&gt;it's not a bungalow&lt;br /&gt;or some mansion.&lt;br /&gt;it's a terrace and we all look identical.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell would you install a security camera?!&lt;br /&gt;and they placed like artefacts outside the doorstep la.&lt;br /&gt;the combination's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee!&lt;br /&gt;it's parteh time!&lt;br /&gt;actually it isn't la.&lt;br /&gt;since exams are around the corner and shit.&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for it to be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109601822819729073?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109601822819729073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109601822819729073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109601822819729073' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109600903295782761</id><published>2004-09-24T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T14:57:12.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;if love is a crime&lt;br /&gt;i'd do my time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she acted like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;she acted like she didn't say anything&lt;br /&gt;about anyone.&lt;br /&gt;she acted like our friend.&lt;br /&gt;ugh whatever lor.&lt;br /&gt;i treated her different today.&lt;br /&gt;didn't talk to her as much&lt;br /&gt;avoided her as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;during c lit our class sort of had this laughing gas&lt;br /&gt;first olivia started laughing at whatever i did.&lt;br /&gt;as in she finds it amusing even when i look at my textbook&lt;br /&gt;and then cherry and i were tearing paper&lt;br /&gt;and she started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;she laughed until she CRIED la&lt;br /&gt;tears were rolling down her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;then sinyee and yingteng started laughing&lt;br /&gt;then chuwen started laughing!&lt;br /&gt;wth?&lt;br /&gt;then i started laughing lah.&lt;br /&gt;man it's damn weird.&lt;br /&gt;seesh.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIFER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my rah, little tigress&lt;br /&gt;i love the three little pigs too&lt;br /&gt;-beams.&lt;br /&gt;and you're the big bad wolf!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109600903295782761?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109600903295782761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109600903295782761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109600903295782761' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109594289500905164</id><published>2004-09-23T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T20:43:00.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I see trees of green, red roses too&lt;br /&gt;I see them bloom for me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see skies of blue and clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Are also on the faces of people going by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do&lt;br /&gt;They're really saying I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies crying, I watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;They'll learn much more than I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;YEAH RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;IN THIS WORLD&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING'S SO WONDERFUL AND PRETTY&lt;br /&gt;AND PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;LOUIS ARMSTRONG'S JUST DELUDING HIMSELF.&lt;br /&gt;IN THIS LIFE&lt;br /&gt;IN THIS WORLD&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE BACKSTABS&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE ARE HYPOCRITES.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING IS PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;I HAD A FIRST HAND EXP.&lt;br /&gt;WITH A FELLOW "FRIEND".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109594289500905164?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109594289500905164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109594289500905164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109594289500905164' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109592958629600640</id><published>2004-09-23T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T16:53:06.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;when the stars go blind&lt;br /&gt;and the darkness starts to flood your eyes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back from chem remedial&lt;br /&gt;everyone had to stay back so.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i've been studying the wrong chapt.s for my chi test!&lt;br /&gt;wth?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;ughhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway i can't be bothered anymore la.&lt;br /&gt;so sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;anyway during lunch&lt;br /&gt;everyone was trying to copy the carlsberg ad&lt;br /&gt;where we blew into bottles.&lt;br /&gt;and man it was so weird.&lt;br /&gt;everyone said mine sounded like an owl hooting.&lt;br /&gt;bahh so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY OOH&lt;br /&gt;LALA&lt;br /&gt;HUIMIN!&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FAVOURITE PHRASE!&lt;br /&gt;HWAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE A _________.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaahhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i finally blogged about you yes?&lt;br /&gt;-nods. agree!&lt;br /&gt;-beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109592958629600640?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109592958629600640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109592958629600640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109592958629600640' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109584234356404779</id><published>2004-09-22T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T16:39:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i like the way you're making me move&lt;br /&gt;i like the way you're making me wait&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm popeye the sailor man [toot toot!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i lived in the garbage can [toot toot!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i open the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and she she on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm popeye the sailor man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness!&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone create such a highly retarded song man!!!&lt;br /&gt;was laughing till i cried when sinyee and cherry sang it.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh i'm still tearing.&lt;br /&gt;-laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;had our lit play act today&lt;br /&gt;man it was so impromptu.&lt;br /&gt;when it was our turn&lt;br /&gt;i completely forgot what my lines were&lt;br /&gt;apparantly so did everyone else in my group.&lt;br /&gt;there were many a times when we just stood there&lt;br /&gt;when no one said a word.&lt;br /&gt;quite awkward and strange&lt;br /&gt;bahh it's over la.&lt;br /&gt;glad i'm done with it.&lt;br /&gt;poo know how much i hate acting?&lt;br /&gt;THIS much.&lt;br /&gt;cindy's group was so cool man.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't even prepare a script but they did really well&lt;br /&gt;wanting was hitler&lt;br /&gt;charis was the HEAD PREFECT&lt;br /&gt;cindy was this famous historian who was against males&lt;br /&gt;and grace was juliet&lt;br /&gt;and bestlyn was romeo.&lt;br /&gt;like wth??&lt;br /&gt;hahaha darn funny&lt;br /&gt;sushi didn't like it though&lt;br /&gt;she thought it was too messy and chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our chinese ting xie test.&lt;br /&gt;mm was ok lah&lt;br /&gt;and cindy smudged her paper with red paint on her arm&lt;br /&gt;since she got 'slashed' by hitler during the play.&lt;br /&gt;haha her reaction was so retarded. -beams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's still sick.&lt;br /&gt;she watched a cartoon with me during lunch!&lt;br /&gt;something disney's recess whats-it.&lt;br /&gt;darn nice!&lt;br /&gt;and they taught some values on how&lt;br /&gt;parents often asked their children to be more like other children&lt;br /&gt;and man did it take the words out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;i was like looking at my mom&lt;br /&gt;then she went "huh? what i do?"&lt;br /&gt;she CLEARLY feels guilty.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not saying anything! -sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i have tuition tonight.&lt;br /&gt;and i haven't done my homework.&lt;br /&gt;rahh!.&lt;br /&gt;plus chinese test coming up.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;i just remembered&lt;br /&gt;i performed on this pl musical play once&lt;br /&gt;called the great i am&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm like addicted to the song! x)&lt;br /&gt;whee the gd ol' days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109584234356404779?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109584234356404779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109584234356404779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109584234356404779' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109576906676523896</id><published>2004-09-21T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:17:46.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i can't pretend that you're only my friend&lt;br /&gt;when you're holding my body tight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my piano practical!&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;praise the Lord man!&lt;br /&gt;-claps.&lt;br /&gt;:D lalala.&lt;br /&gt;i failed scales and sight reading though.&lt;br /&gt;but aural surprisingly scraped a pass!&lt;br /&gt;and my peices were a ok!&lt;br /&gt;25 27 27! whee!&lt;br /&gt;man i misread the examiner!&lt;br /&gt;he kept giving me this "man, how much more stupider can you get?" look.&lt;br /&gt;but he's a nice lovely man!&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh crap.&lt;br /&gt;i hate e lit.&lt;br /&gt;i hate sushila.&lt;br /&gt;for the zeep play we have to memorise our lines?&lt;br /&gt;wth???&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sick&lt;br /&gt;no one told me the script.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;and they expect me to memorise it?&lt;br /&gt;HUH?????&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head&lt;br /&gt;i so hate my life sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off,&lt;br /&gt;i have stupid ting xie test tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;which i'm mugging for right now&lt;br /&gt;and there's a hmt test this friday.&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;exams are around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;god, please save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109576906676523896?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109576906676523896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109576906676523896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109576906676523896' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109573169541215703</id><published>2004-09-21T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:11:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i can't stop this feeling&lt;br /&gt;deep inside of me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during recess ada was so sick man.&lt;br /&gt;cos i was in class with like grace and tiak hui and celery and jieyi&lt;br /&gt;not many people&lt;br /&gt;so she went up to me&lt;br /&gt;ada: sam kwan! no one wants to go recess with you? aww poor thing. wanna join us not? i'll give you a ( spanks butt ) spanking good time. (winks)&lt;br /&gt;me: ADAAAAA! SICK KNOW YOU!&lt;br /&gt;damn sick la she!&lt;br /&gt;hahah but she ALWAYS cracks me up&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick again!&lt;br /&gt;but this time mom's sick with me too.&lt;br /&gt;so she's got an mc and is sleeping soundly now.&lt;br /&gt;as for me?&lt;br /&gt;well i got up just to do the freaking musical ppt.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's due TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;and since charis and cindy have more supposedly pressing matters to attend to,&lt;br /&gt;they left gracie and me with all the work.&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot, charis and cindy.&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;br /&gt;what are friends for man.&lt;br /&gt;lalala..&lt;br /&gt;no one's online.&lt;br /&gt;rahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;can't stand being sick.&lt;br /&gt;aching all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109573169541215703?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109573169541215703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109573169541215703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109573169541215703' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109566314296664117</id><published>2004-09-20T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:10:41.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;stand up&lt;br /&gt;stand up for jesus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been blogging&lt;br /&gt;cos i don't have the time to use the com&lt;br /&gt;anyway shall blog about weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell sick!&lt;br /&gt;but still went for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;mom got sick too.&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo ):&lt;br /&gt;watched a show called plunkett and machleane.&lt;br /&gt;darn nice&lt;br /&gt;cos liv tyler was in it. x)&lt;br /&gt;haha but the storyline was great.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for church!&lt;br /&gt;bloddy hell it was so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;jane knocked her head on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;then 3 seconds later she said "wa kao"&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;so slow.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha couldn't stop laughing man.&lt;br /&gt;i was having the fits.&lt;br /&gt;but bible study was ok la.&lt;br /&gt;just that jane kept doing retarded things to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;which made me burst into fits&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109566314296664117?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109566314296664117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109566314296664117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109566314296664117' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109540966034180770</id><published>2004-09-17T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T16:27:40.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;SCREW YOU LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109540966034180770?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109540966034180770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109540966034180770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109540966034180770' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109540335897752673</id><published>2004-09-17T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T14:42:38.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;with a taste of your lips&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a ride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so bored.&lt;br /&gt;i changed my blog picture.&lt;br /&gt;and made another blog for some other purposes.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;and i never realised cheryl was so spastic!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109540335897752673?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109540335897752673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109540335897752673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109540335897752673' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109538766287265111</id><published>2004-09-17T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T10:21:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;all this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;so much for my happy ending&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is it wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to feel this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i have to stop this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't carry on anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;killing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109538766287265111?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109538766287265111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109538766287265111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109538766287265111' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109538307735922791</id><published>2004-09-17T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T17:01:11.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm here without you baby&lt;br /&gt;but you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm SICK today.&lt;br /&gt;sore throat and fever.&lt;br /&gt;went to the doctor's just now.&lt;br /&gt;gave me a whole lot of medicine.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sick! |:&lt;br /&gt;but now it's like damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;cos sooo little people are online.&lt;br /&gt;talking to nette so it lightens things up (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh damn&lt;br /&gt;i just realised&lt;br /&gt;i studied for my chem test last night!&lt;br /&gt;and now i can't take the test.&lt;br /&gt;i mean&lt;br /&gt;it's good la -winks.&lt;br /&gt;but then i studied for nothing!!! -groans.&lt;br /&gt;stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;br /&gt;nothing else to blog.&lt;br /&gt;today's basically boring la k.&lt;br /&gt;since i can't see all my friends in sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHARIS, CINDY&lt;/span&gt;,grace, cherry, sin yee, and huimin. )):&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;br /&gt;will blog later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109538307735922791?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109538307735922791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109538307735922791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109538307735922791' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109532659548348178</id><published>2004-09-16T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T17:23:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;1985&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie just hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;she didn’t have it all&lt;br /&gt;one Prozac a day&lt;br /&gt;husbands a CPA&lt;br /&gt;her dreams went out the door&lt;br /&gt;when she turned twenty four&lt;br /&gt;only been with one man&lt;br /&gt;what happen to her plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was gonna be an actress&lt;br /&gt;she was gonna be a star&lt;br /&gt;she was gonna shake her ass&lt;br /&gt;on the hood of white snake’s car&lt;br /&gt;her yellow SUV is now the enemy&lt;br /&gt;looks at her average life&lt;br /&gt;and nothing has been alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springstein, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;way before Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;there was U2 and Blondie&lt;br /&gt;and music still on MTV&lt;br /&gt;her two kids in high school&lt;br /&gt;they tell her that she’s uncool&lt;br /&gt;but she still preoccupies&lt;br /&gt;with 19, 19, 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;(1985)&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s seen all the classics&lt;br /&gt;she knows every line&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink&lt;br /&gt;even Saint Elmo’s Fire&lt;br /&gt;she rocked out to wham&lt;br /&gt;not a big Limp Biscuit fan&lt;br /&gt;thought she’d get a hand&lt;br /&gt;on a member of Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s the mini-skirt made of snake skin&lt;br /&gt;and who’s the other guy singing in Van Halen&lt;br /&gt;when did reality become T.V.&lt;br /&gt;what ever happen to sitcoms, game shows&lt;br /&gt;(on the radio there was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springstein, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;way before Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;there was U2 and Blondie&lt;br /&gt;and music still on MTV&lt;br /&gt;her two kids in high school&lt;br /&gt;they tell her that she’s uncool&lt;br /&gt;but she still preoccupies&lt;br /&gt;with 19, 19, 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hates time make it stop&lt;br /&gt;when did Motley Crew become classic rock?&lt;br /&gt;And when did Ozzy become an actor?&lt;br /&gt;Please make this stop&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;And bring back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springstein, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;way before Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;there was U2 and Blondie&lt;br /&gt;and music still on MTV&lt;br /&gt;her two kids in high school&lt;br /&gt;they tell her that she’s uncool&lt;br /&gt;but she still preoccupies&lt;br /&gt;with 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Springstein, Madonna&lt;br /&gt;way before Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;there was U2 and Blondie&lt;br /&gt;and music still on MTV&lt;br /&gt;her two kids in high school&lt;br /&gt;they tell her that she’s uncool&lt;br /&gt;but she still preoccupies&lt;br /&gt;with 19, 19, 1985&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109532659548348178?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109532659548348178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109532659548348178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109532659548348178' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109531633421465535</id><published>2004-09-16T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:32:14.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;baby stop you're surrounded&lt;br /&gt;by my love all around you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home!&lt;br /&gt;got a lift home from dora's mom (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway today during cme lesson&lt;br /&gt;doris tan brought us to the com lab&lt;br /&gt;and everyone started signing in to msn!&lt;br /&gt;haha was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;then we started shouting each other's email add&lt;br /&gt;and asking who's charlie_123456789_0@hm??/&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and she knows la.&lt;br /&gt;but she didn't mind&lt;br /&gt;sometimes she's damn nice&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes she's rotten bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't understand why my family wants to have prayer time&lt;br /&gt;everyday at 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;i mean it's good that they want a bond linkage la.&lt;br /&gt;but i really don't think it's necessary for us to have prayer time EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;once a week or even every fortnight would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;but everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;before i forget.&lt;br /&gt;olivia loves the name superfly.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;so funny and amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109531633421465535?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109531633421465535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109531633421465535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109531633421465535' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109523286073018005</id><published>2004-09-15T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:21:00.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;if loving you with all my heart's a crime&lt;br /&gt;then i'm guilty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had compo trial test today.&lt;br /&gt;stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway shared a cab home with crystal and her friend alyssa.&lt;br /&gt;the taxi driver was so cool ok!&lt;br /&gt;he's from acs and like all the guys in his family are from acs as well&lt;br /&gt;so cool la!&lt;br /&gt;hahah he was damn friendly.&lt;br /&gt;but quite lame sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;haha who cares???&lt;br /&gt;an acsian is driving me! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;anyway he says his son what got alot of sn girls like him and crap.&lt;br /&gt;like whatever?&lt;br /&gt;haha nvm la.&lt;br /&gt;acsian remember!&lt;br /&gt;lalalaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;acsians seem to dominate the world.&lt;br /&gt;-scratches head.&lt;br /&gt;which is kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;hah! ah well&lt;br /&gt;ac rocks what can i say (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109523286073018005?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109523286073018005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109523286073018005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109523286073018005' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109515497015831563</id><published>2004-09-14T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T17:42:50.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;cos you bring out the best in me&lt;br /&gt;like no one else can do &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO ADD.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chewhuimin&lt;/span&gt; reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;sin yee, joanne, huimin and me told ghost stories today&lt;br /&gt;and when joanne or sinyee told the stories&lt;br /&gt;i used huimin's singapore flag&lt;br /&gt;and waved it and waved it.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;talk about patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;it was fun la.&lt;br /&gt;sighh.&lt;br /&gt;relaly gonna miss 1 grace.&lt;br /&gt;though i always say i hate this class&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes&lt;br /&gt;my friends really make a big difference in my life.&lt;br /&gt;they're a part of me (:&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;-tears.&lt;br /&gt;bahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109515497015831563?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109515497015831563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109515497015831563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109515497015831563' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109514755324496588</id><published>2004-09-14T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:39:13.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;get on up when you're down&lt;br /&gt;baby take a good look around&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was like totally bezerk and fun!&lt;br /&gt;mr wong decided to un-deduct the marks whereby we didn't add the statements.&lt;br /&gt;which he normally doesn't deduct on other tests.&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i get 3 extra marks!!! -cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah a PIDGEON flew into our classrooms during recess&lt;br /&gt;and everyone was like screaming their heads off&lt;br /&gt;i was of no exception la.&lt;br /&gt;i tried to get the bird down from the transparancy screen using a broom&lt;br /&gt;but the bird just flew up abit then landed back down.&lt;br /&gt;then i screamed.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha it so was stupid...&lt;br /&gt;we caused such a riot that the sec 4 teachers came down and speculated what was happening...&lt;br /&gt;in the end at history we took matters into our own hands la.&lt;br /&gt;and caught the bird and put it in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha and miss keh told us to be calm.&lt;br /&gt;but when the pidgeon flew to her leg she jumped up and ran to a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school went to 7-11 to eat cup noodles with cindy, ris and wan&lt;br /&gt;was tons of fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know what?!&lt;br /&gt;our exams are 2 and a half weeks away!!!&lt;br /&gt;wth?! and they haven't even distributed the exam time table yet!&lt;br /&gt;what madness is this?!&lt;br /&gt;i want my lawyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109514755324496588?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109514755324496588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109514755324496588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109514755324496588' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109506393616489251</id><published>2004-09-13T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T16:25:36.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;we did it all&lt;br /&gt;for the glory of love (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="RTE"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Die  For Love &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I sit in  the park where I dwell, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;For this  boy I love so well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He took my  heart away from me, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Now he  wants to set me free. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I see a  girl on his lap, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He says  things to her he never said to me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I ran home  to cry on my &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Bed" target="_blank"&gt;bed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Not a word  to mother was said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Father came  home late that night, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He looked  at me from left to right. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He saw me  hanging from a rope, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He took his  &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Knife" target="_blank"&gt;knife&lt;/a&gt; to cut me down. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And on my  dress a note was found: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dig my  grave, Dig it deep. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dig my  grave, From head to feet. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And on the  top place a dove. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And  remember this, I died for love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- pch --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109506393616489251?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109506393616489251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109506393616489251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109506393616489251' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109506350073901214</id><published>2004-09-13T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T16:18:20.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;i am seeing in me now&lt;br /&gt;the things you swore&lt;br /&gt;you saw yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;i got the music player!&lt;br /&gt;all thanks to manda! ((:&lt;br /&gt;thanks mandaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;-hugs.&lt;br /&gt;love you sweets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109506350073901214?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109506350073901214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109506350073901214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109506350073901214' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109505914673285844</id><published>2004-09-13T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T15:05:46.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;cos perfect&lt;br /&gt;didn't feel so perfect&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;i'm catching the a cinderella story craze now... |:&lt;br /&gt;-gulps.&lt;br /&gt;CHAD!!!!!!!!!!! -screams. :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i got my math test back&lt;br /&gt;for the first time ever i did quite well!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;25.5/35&lt;br /&gt;well it's good to me la&lt;br /&gt;since i always scrape a pass or worse, FAIL. |:&lt;br /&gt;so yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's pe was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;we had a treasure hunt.&lt;br /&gt;and wanting, pin fang, sin yee and i were like hunting like mad&lt;br /&gt;we were like one of the last la.&lt;br /&gt;haha cos we didn't wanna give up on any clues.&lt;br /&gt;which was quite stupid. heh.&lt;br /&gt;then we tried to cheat by trailing some groups.&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately it didn't work la so.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. ah well!&lt;br /&gt;charis's group won! :D&lt;br /&gt;and they helped us by giving us the answers for the later part la.&lt;br /&gt;haha (;&lt;br /&gt;what are friends for? x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;i so hate myself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;don't know what i want.&lt;br /&gt;seesh.&lt;br /&gt;bad sammy bad sammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109505914673285844?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109505914673285844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109505914673285844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109505914673285844' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109496746360980254</id><published>2004-09-12T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T13:37:43.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;so i will run to you&lt;br /&gt;with open arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from bible study.&lt;br /&gt;teaching joshua how to smile x)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;today's sermon by lynette was kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;i kept dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;had to even pinch myself to keep me awake.&lt;br /&gt;seesh&lt;br /&gt;and when she prays..&lt;br /&gt;man it calls for nap time.&lt;br /&gt;even my mother agrees.&lt;br /&gt;she kinda beats about the bush?&lt;br /&gt;but never mind&lt;br /&gt;she still teaches us good stuff about god.&lt;br /&gt;and bible study&lt;br /&gt;mei hsin did a really good job on conveying the bible message.&lt;br /&gt;man i really take my hat off her.&lt;br /&gt;ooh yah!&lt;br /&gt;now that i no longer like _____________&lt;br /&gt;he like appears in front of me more than last time!&lt;br /&gt;seesh talk about bad timing!&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;ah well i'll put the past behind me yes? -nods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;and the exams are drawing nearer and nearer&lt;br /&gt;better start mugging if i wanna go out during dec hols.&lt;br /&gt;if not..&lt;br /&gt;say bye bye to freedom and enjoyment in dec. -sulks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109496746360980254?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109496746360980254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109496746360980254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109496746360980254' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109490010452276518</id><published>2004-09-11T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T18:55:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;come on baby do it to me good now&lt;br /&gt;do it to me slowly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi!&lt;br /&gt;just got back from tuition&lt;br /&gt;it was the maddest tuition session ever.&lt;br /&gt;we were all behaving like uncivilised people.&lt;br /&gt;and beating each other repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;totally bonkers man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm&lt;br /&gt;mom's watching this dance competition on channel news asia.&lt;br /&gt;looks quite cool&lt;br /&gt;wish i could dance like that&lt;br /&gt;and it's not ballet&lt;br /&gt;it's tango and salsa&lt;br /&gt;those really difficult moves that require quick reflexes.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousins coming over for a gathering later&lt;br /&gt;well marc joe and kristian and family are anyway.&lt;br /&gt;just them.&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;think we'll jam at the x box.&lt;br /&gt;yay! haven't been playing in a long while (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109490010452276518?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109490010452276518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109490010452276518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109490010452276518' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109488323491889509</id><published>2004-09-11T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T14:13:54.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;why can't i breathe&lt;br /&gt;whenever i think about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a load of me, get a load of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Walkin' down the street, and I hardly  know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's just like we were meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Holding hands with you,  and we're out at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Got a girlfriend, you say it isn't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I've  got someone waiting too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is, this is just the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We're  already wet, and we're gonna go swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I  think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's  inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why  can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Isn't this the best part of  breakin' up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Finding someone else you can't get enough of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Someone who wants  to be with you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Gonna  take a while for this egg to hatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But wouldn't it be beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here  we are, we're at the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We haven't fucked yet, but  heads  spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't I  speak whenever I talk about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna  get down to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd love for you to make me wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where it's goin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd love  for you to pull me under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somethin's growin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;for this that we can  control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby I am dyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't I breathe  whenever I think about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't I speak whenever I talk about  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So tell  me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109488323491889509?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109488323491889509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109488323491889509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109488323491889509' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109488182496696356</id><published>2004-09-11T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T13:50:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'll be loving you..&lt;br /&gt;love me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jun &amp; Jen were a pair of young couple...&lt;br /&gt;Jun  was veri charming &amp;amp; many girls could`t help falling in love with  him...&lt;br /&gt;therefore, he became quite a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;As for Jen, she was an ordinary  girl with average looks.&lt;br /&gt;Although there were quite a number of guys chasing  her, jen only had Jun in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;altought She knew that one day Jun would  eventually leave her..she still continued to love him whole heartedly...&lt;br /&gt;Jen  loves rainy days...she loves playing in the rain, &amp; whenever Jun wanted to  join her, she'll always stop him from joinin.&lt;br /&gt;Jun then ask her; Why don't you  let me join you?&lt;br /&gt;Jen replied;Err..er..because i don't want you to fall  sick.&lt;br /&gt;Jun then ask her again;If playing in the rain will make me fall sick,  then why are you still doing it?&lt;br /&gt;But each time Jen will always keep quiet  &amp; smile at him...&lt;br /&gt;Although Jun was`t able to join her, he felt  happy.&lt;br /&gt;To him, as long as Jen was happy, he'll be happy as well.  :)&lt;br /&gt;However, nothin last long... Jun soon fell for another girl after two  months.&lt;br /&gt;He even love the girl more deeply den he love jen.&lt;br /&gt;One day, while  Jun &amp;amp; Jen were having their dinner , Jun told Jen that this would be their  last dinner together... Jen looked at him.&lt;br /&gt;She knew dat this was going to  happen, but she choose not to ask any farther...Jun then requested for a break  up.. And Jen...she accepted willingly... partly because, she knew...Jun was just  like the wind...never stop at any point.&lt;br /&gt;That night..it was to be the last  time Jun send Jen home.&lt;br /&gt;. Jen kept veri quiet...although deep down she wanted  to know the reasons but she choose not to ask. Just when Jen was about to step  into the lift, Jun stop her.&lt;br /&gt;He said:Jen, I'm really sorry that i've let you  down.&lt;br /&gt;But i'll never forget those days when i see you playing in the  rain...&lt;br /&gt;those are the most happy &amp;amp; unforgottable memories i had with  you&lt;br /&gt;After listening to Jun, Jen could't help it but cried..&lt;br /&gt;Jun hugged her  tightly.&lt;br /&gt;He said:Jen, There's one question i wanted to ask you long ago...  Why is it everytime when you are playing in the rain, you just would`t allow me  to accompany you?&lt;br /&gt;Jen was stunned..&lt;br /&gt;pausing for a few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;Jen  replied...Because...&lt;br /&gt;Because i don't wish to let you  know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I was crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109488182496696356?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109488182496696356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109488182496696356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109488182496696356' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109487311747045200</id><published>2004-09-11T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T11:25:17.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;is there any wish&lt;br /&gt;that's better than this&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;but just gazing into the sky,&lt;br /&gt;while all their friends are having fun with their  beloved half.&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time  with.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who  isn't with a date now.&lt;br /&gt;(both sigh in silence for a while)&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I think I have a  good idea. Lets play a game&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Eh? What game?&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Eem..It's quite  simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100  days. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Oookay..Anyway I don't have any plan for the next  few months.&lt;br /&gt;Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer  up.Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go?&lt;br /&gt;Peter:  What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater  now.&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Lets move.&lt;br /&gt;(went to  watch their movies and sent each other home)&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:Peter and Tina went to a  concert together,&lt;br /&gt;and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:They went  shopping together for a friend's birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;Shared an ice-cream together  and hugged each other for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7:Peter drove Tina up onto a  mountain and they watch the sunset together.&lt;br /&gt;When the night came and the moon  glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed  by. Tina mumbled something.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25:Spend time at a theme park and got onto  rollercoasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy.&lt;br /&gt;Peter and Tina got in the  haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand by  accident. They laughed together for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Day 67:They drove pass a circus and  decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his  assistant in the magic show. Went around to see other entertainments around after  the show. Came to a fortune teller and she just said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treasure every moment from  now on&lt;/span&gt;" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Day 84:Tina suggested  that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They had their  first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting.&lt;br /&gt;Day 99:They decided to  have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around thecity. They sat down  onto a bench.&lt;br /&gt;1:23 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tina: I'm thirsty. Lets rest for a while first.&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Wait  here while I'll go buy some drinks. What would you like?&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Eem...Apple juice  will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;1:43 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tina's been waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter hasn't  returned.&lt;br /&gt;Then someone walked up to her.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Is your name Tina?&lt;br /&gt;Tina: Yes, and  may I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Just now down there on the street a drunk driver has  crashed intoa guy. I think its your friend.Tina ran over to the spot with the  stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple  juice still in his hands. The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with  Peter.Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The  doctor came out, and he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;11:51 pm&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we  could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon.  We found this letter inside his pocket.The doctor hands over the letter to Tina  and she goes into the room to see Peter. He looked weak but peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Tina read the  letter and then she burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;Here is what the letter said.&lt;br /&gt;Tina, our 100  days is almost over. I had fun with you during all thesedays. Although you may  be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my  life. I have realized that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never  taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish  that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you  can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;11:58&lt;br /&gt;Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did  you know what was the wish I made on the night here was a meteor. I asked God to  let us last forever. We were suppose to last 100 days so Peter! You can't leave  me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU.As  the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped beating. It was 100 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109487311747045200?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109487311747045200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109487311747045200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109487311747045200' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109482091731880936</id><published>2004-09-10T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T20:55:17.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;and wake my dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched &lt;a href="http://www.acinderellastory.com"&gt;a cinderella story&lt;/a&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;was bloddy good!&lt;br /&gt;they picked the right person to play the "prince" la. x)&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch it again!&lt;br /&gt;and again and again and again!&lt;br /&gt;whahahaa&lt;br /&gt;but there were these 3 girls in front of us&lt;br /&gt;and they were like making so many comments LOUDLY.&lt;br /&gt;like, "oh gosh the prince is damn shuai can?"&lt;br /&gt;-rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;ok la i agree but!&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to tell the whole world!!!&lt;br /&gt;they were like the typical ah lians&lt;br /&gt;so i wouldn't blame them for being so..&lt;br /&gt;vocal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm coming down with a fever...&lt;br /&gt;|:&lt;br /&gt;i feel so cold and hot at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;and my big toe's like cramping up.&lt;br /&gt;it always cramps up when a fever's coming.&lt;br /&gt;it's like some sick warning signal.&lt;br /&gt;-shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;but not during the weekends!!!&lt;br /&gt;then i can't do stuff!&lt;br /&gt;-groans.&lt;br /&gt;ok i have to go drink more water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109482091731880936?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109482091731880936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109482091731880936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109482091731880936' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109469834893496540</id><published>2004-09-09T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:52:28.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i need some hot stuff baby this evening&lt;br /&gt;i need some hot stuff baby tonight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;in the morning&lt;br /&gt;seesh brother brought his friend to play x box.&lt;br /&gt;so i can use the com!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;going out later with mom and bro&lt;br /&gt;to buy stuff (:&lt;br /&gt;SHOPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then christel's coming over for a sleepover!&lt;br /&gt;wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;then we're going out tomorrow with mom&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;oh! tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109469834893496540?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109469834893496540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109469834893496540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109469834893496540' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109455751189020800</id><published>2004-09-07T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T20:13:39.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;fairytales;&lt;br /&gt;you were mine come true&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;he said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she asked him if he would want to be with her forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and he said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she then asked him if she were to leave would he cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and once again he replied with a no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;she had heard enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;as she walked away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tears streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and said youre not pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;youre beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i dont want to be with you forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i NEED to be with you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and i wouldnt cry if you walked away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'd die.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ohmigosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i want that boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;joking. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109455751189020800?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109455751189020800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109455751189020800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109455751189020800' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109454950470531059</id><published>2004-09-07T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T17:31:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;they'll come to get you&lt;br /&gt;when you're sound asleep in your bed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;MARCUS IS SO MEAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm still shaking ok.&lt;br /&gt;from what he did to me&lt;br /&gt;he sent me this freaky game.&lt;br /&gt;and when you click start this whole group of smileys move around.&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly A HUGE GHOSTLY AND HORRID FACE POPS OUT&lt;br /&gt;and you cannot close the damn window.&lt;br /&gt;wa lao i died ok.&lt;br /&gt;i screamed and ran down the flight of stairs.&lt;br /&gt;and made my maid turn off the main switch cos i know the face was still there.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is,&lt;br /&gt;there are mean people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;really REALLY mean people. -glares at marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but don't worry&lt;br /&gt;i'll get you back one day&lt;br /&gt;just wait and see (:&lt;br /&gt;-smiles really sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;you JUST WAIT AND SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109454950470531059?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109454950470531059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109454950470531059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109454950470531059' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109454886048399650</id><published>2004-09-07T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T17:21:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;hate&lt;br /&gt;marcus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCUS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I SO HATE YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WTH MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;UGH!&lt;br /&gt;GO AND DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to get back at you one day!&lt;br /&gt;just you wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;just WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;do you see them?&lt;br /&gt;they talk about us&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;don't know what is wrong with my damn com.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't sign in to blogger just now.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway here i am! ta daaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at nine fifteen today&lt;br /&gt;got ready for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;and whilte waiting for laoshi to come&lt;br /&gt;there was this really cool show called worse case scenerios&lt;br /&gt;and this lady who was freaking scared of rats had to be locked up in a room full of it. -grins evily.&lt;br /&gt;quite cool la.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. i 'm scared of rats too. -shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and afternoon they had looney tunes when they were babies!!! x)&lt;br /&gt;so cute ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;my brother was staring at me&lt;br /&gt;cos i watched theese kinda baby shows.&lt;br /&gt;then he said two words: GROW UP.&lt;br /&gt;hawhawhaw&lt;br /&gt;was totally boring today.&lt;br /&gt;called christel&lt;br /&gt;and we played this movie game&lt;br /&gt;where we took turns to name movies.&lt;br /&gt;sounds easy?&lt;br /&gt;wait till you try it.&lt;br /&gt;your mind goes totally blank i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhh.&lt;br /&gt;brother won't be back for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucram&lt;/span&gt; is retarded.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are x)&lt;br /&gt;but he rocks alot yes?&lt;br /&gt;bahh&lt;br /&gt;not as much as i do. -nods.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nawk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;according to sucram.&lt;br /&gt;wahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;that retarded fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T TAKE YOU&lt;br /&gt;DOING THAT THING&lt;br /&gt;YOU DO!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lady's going to blog hop!&lt;br /&gt;lalalaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;ciao and adios&lt;br /&gt;in the nawk language:&lt;br /&gt;JKSLANCWEGHK&lt;br /&gt;that's gdbye in nawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109454706356702418?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109454706356702418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109454706356702418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109454706356702418' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109445825090755874</id><published>2004-09-06T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:10:50.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i can't take you&lt;br /&gt;doing that thing you do!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;MARCUS IS LIKE THE MOST RETARDED PERSON I'VE EVER SEEN LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marc.us. says:&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE ME BLOG &lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahah&lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE MINE TOO&lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marc.us. says:&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE MINE BETTER  &lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE MINE BETTER     &lt;br /&gt;marc.us. says:&lt;br /&gt;but you said mines better just now      &lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;no i just said why ur blog so nice huh huh huh never say it's nicer than mine                   &lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;haha okay&lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY I LIKE THT SONG!&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;HOHO&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;  I GOT IT FIRST&lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO&lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME MY BLOG PUT THT SONG OK&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;its called doinf that thing you do right&lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;YEP&lt;br /&gt;this is SO wrong says:&lt;br /&gt;BY THE BEATLES&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA  &lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; says:&lt;br /&gt;xiao ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;cause in trying trying to forget&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; says:&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; says:&lt;br /&gt;noo!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; says:&lt;br /&gt;it's cos i try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; says:&lt;br /&gt;but it's just so hard to do!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; says:&lt;br /&gt;i can't take you doing tht thing you do!!!&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah not bad&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;i LOVE that song can&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;whats the song of the name?&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;name of thesong&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;doing that thing you do i think&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.            your doing that thing you do says:&lt;br /&gt;HOI&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;EH!&lt;br /&gt;UR NICK!&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahhaha &lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;nehnehpok la you1&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;hey i shall blog tt!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;I BLOG NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEE&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;whast the name of the song again?&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;doing tht thing you do&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHAT UR DOING&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;-GASPS&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;THEY DON;T HAVE IT&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;what&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA &lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHAA&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;UR TRYING TO FIND THE BLOG SONG!&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;who said i am i dont need to FIND IT&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;haahah they have it lahj&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;my friends blog is playing it &lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;OH&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;WAHS&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;WHERE AH&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW COME I CANT FIND IT&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;PFFT&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS UR FRINED&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;*FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;cause LOSER&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;TSK!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME WHO IS UR FRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;its an imaginary friends    &lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;GO AND DIE!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt; hahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;have you found it? -smiles really relaly sweetly&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE THE CODE &lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;ahha&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;ARGH DAMMIT&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;im putting it on my blog&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;I'LL FIND IT DON'T WORRYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU... NEHNEH!&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;go see&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO HAVEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg ur so retarded man.&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;IM FRIST&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;you too&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;FRIST?&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;WTH IS THT&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;dont you love the song on my blog &lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;omg dont you love iT?&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;MY BLOG ALSO HAVE&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;SHUDDAP!&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;your doing that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF IT'S THE RIGHT ONE.&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;MY SONG NICER&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;brekaing my heart in to a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;like you always so&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahhahah&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;*do&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;always dooo&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;you never even&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;nknew about&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;the&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;paryt&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;tyring trying to forget you girl but its so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;everytime your doing&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;that thing you do!!!&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;sigh i better stop&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;my fingers hurt&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;stupiddd&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;you see&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;your isnt GOOD&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;it changes when you press&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;NAVIGATION&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;to michlel branch&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;mine doesnt  &lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW LA&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN;T MADE THE NECESARY CHANGES LA YOU TOOT!&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha okay&lt;br /&gt;marc.us.           cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;OKAY chill&lt;br /&gt;THE BEATLES ; cos i try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do. i can't take you doing that thing you do! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109445825090755874?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109445825090755874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109445825090755874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109445825090755874' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109444796018119270</id><published>2004-09-06T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T13:19:20.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;why can't i breathe&lt;br /&gt;whenever i think about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand ________&lt;br /&gt;i am not putting the name in case unauthorised personel get here.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;but who does he think he is?&lt;br /&gt;he's 18 and he's still behaving like a 5 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;what a croc.&lt;br /&gt;so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;i love michael jackson man...&lt;br /&gt;he has like 100 hits i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no one wants to be defeated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;so nice !!!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huimin&lt;/span&gt;: see my mood first la k?&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not doing ur evonne and you blog&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm not included and it's like so k po like tht.&lt;br /&gt;so you figure it out la!&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;if ______ is gone.&lt;br /&gt;seesh.&lt;br /&gt;can't stand him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109444796018119270?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109444796018119270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109444796018119270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109444796018119270' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109439009672092717</id><published>2004-09-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T13:09:09.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;sorry for hacking into ur account ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but i jus felt like hacking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;because you refused to send me that pic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;must help me do &lt;a href="http://chewingum-.blogspot.com/"&gt;my&lt;/a&gt; template ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and the joint blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but i like my template just the way it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;just make some amendments to it la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to make it perfect.sorry if i sound too demanding though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;gtg now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;/&lt;u&gt;hui&lt;/u&gt;min &lt;strong&gt;twinnie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109439009672092717?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109439009672092717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109439009672092717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109439009672092717' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109437026115420209</id><published>2004-09-05T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T15:57:23.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;crucified, laid behind a stone&lt;br /&gt;you lived to die, rejected and alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had church today!!!&lt;br /&gt;today's message was damn good.&lt;br /&gt;well i got confused with a bible verse la.&lt;br /&gt;but clarified that with mom.&lt;br /&gt;hee x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met mom at ghim moh hawker centre |:&lt;br /&gt;then we went plaza sing to SHOP!!!&lt;br /&gt;whoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;bought sandals from URS inc&lt;br /&gt;and two skirts and a top from gg&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;so happy! lalala.&lt;br /&gt;shopping makes me happpy (:&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;cafe something something sells really good food.&lt;br /&gt;and not to mention the serving was bloddy big la.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't even finish half of the beef lagsana.&lt;br /&gt;MEAT again.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;i promised i would go on a diet.&lt;br /&gt;i'm alr HEALTHY weight.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be UNDERweight.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;school holidays are here!!!! -cheers.&lt;br /&gt;but can't see _______ until thurs/ fri. ):&lt;br /&gt;went for camp. aghhhhhhh |:&lt;br /&gt;my life is so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;shitte la.&lt;br /&gt;chem practical test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hope i remember to put my goggles on!!!&lt;br /&gt;since i don't wear glasses. -sulks.&lt;br /&gt;praveena deducted a mark just cos i didn't wear it.&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109437026115420209?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109437026115420209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109437026115420209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109437026115420209' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109429541242910898</id><published>2004-09-04T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T20:15:43.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;let's talk this over&lt;br /&gt;it's not like we're dead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thin long sharp the blade was brought forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;gently placed on human skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;slowly coming closer to the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;too afraid to move a muscle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;too afraid to say a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;the panic makes it hard to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;short stab makes the knife penetrate the eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;leaning backwards to see the eye drip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;filling up with blood inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;all this time he keeps on blinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;smearing the eye down his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;stringy messy bloody gore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;time to hurt his other eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;piercing gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;slicing just an inch or so the eye bursts slowly drips down the chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;not a sound stunned by pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;both his eyes are punctured smearing out stringy tissue and blood dripping down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;sitting up with his face all smeared gasping with an open mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;still no sound no sign of pain no movement not a single moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;this spectacle makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;strike again with more aggression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;with a single violent blow, face is damaged nose is gone now he screams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;finally this fucker suffers he's lashing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;attempts to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;blinded by my work on his eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;he's not hard to throw down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;weeping begging for a swift end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;poking stabbing in his gut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;blood starts gushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;stab some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;i stand up taking aim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;heaving body weight upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;his kneecaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;legs bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;crippled bum left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;broken bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;punctured eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;leaving with a big grin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my work is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;how sadistic can people get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109429541242910898?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109429541242910898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109429541242910898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109429541242910898' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109428952589937521</id><published>2004-09-04T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T17:18:45.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;love lifts us up&lt;br /&gt;like we are fools&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;i hate making templates sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid navigate shit and everything.&lt;br /&gt;marcus knows la.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i got so pissed i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;i could see it but others can't&lt;br /&gt;oh man&lt;br /&gt;that sounded like something&lt;br /&gt;people in horror movies say.&lt;br /&gt;-gasps. AHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;okok snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go for tuition today.&lt;br /&gt;since the hols are here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy la.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and brother has gone to attend his teacher's malay wedding.&lt;br /&gt;MALAY.&lt;br /&gt;wedding&lt;br /&gt;so weird.&lt;br /&gt;i've never been to one.&lt;br /&gt;should be a culture shock la.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom wants to watch garfield.&lt;br /&gt;and a cinderella story.&lt;br /&gt;like huh???&lt;br /&gt;that's SO not her.&lt;br /&gt;don't know what she's up to.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm watching a cinderella story with someone else already.&lt;br /&gt;just that she doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;aeii i don't mind watching twice la. (:&lt;br /&gt;as for garfield..&lt;br /&gt;well it's better than staying at home la.&lt;br /&gt;i guess :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109428952589937521?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109428952589937521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109428952589937521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109428952589937521' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109421792011945545</id><published>2004-09-03T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T21:25:20.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;the test&lt;br /&gt;of insanity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;this is like&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;i laughed till i cried ok&lt;br /&gt;who will be so retarded to think of this man!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot breathe.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/insanity_test.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109421792011945545?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109421792011945545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109421792011945545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109421792011945545' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109420699524772851</id><published>2004-09-03T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T18:31:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;kiss me&lt;br /&gt;beneath the milky twilight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huimin FORCED me to blog this.&lt;br /&gt;cos she threatened me.&lt;br /&gt;so yes&lt;br /&gt;-clears throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huimin is MY sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;she came to school today with terribly puffy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;oh poor her!&lt;br /&gt;seeing her in that state simply tore my heart apart!&lt;br /&gt;the pain!!!! the pain!!!&lt;br /&gt;she's a VERY special person to me (:&lt;br /&gt;i take her stuff when i THINK she doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;but she sort of has more than a pair of eyes.&lt;br /&gt;so she knows that i take her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huimin is MINE&lt;br /&gt;not sean biggerstaff's&lt;br /&gt;not casillas's&lt;br /&gt;not oliver wood's&lt;br /&gt;not orlando bloom's&lt;br /&gt;not legolas's.&lt;br /&gt;NOT MARK CHAY'S&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S MINE AND MINE ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;-cackles.&lt;br /&gt;and no one can take her away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109420699524772851?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109420699524772851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109420699524772851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109420699524772851' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109420237735716391</id><published>2004-09-03T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T17:06:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;hello there&lt;br /&gt;angel from my nightmare&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recess was fun today!!&lt;br /&gt;had fighting 'training' with charis&lt;br /&gt;cindy and bestlyn!!!&lt;br /&gt;didn't wanna fight with charis&lt;br /&gt;cos she hits you at the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;and cindy fights like a cat ok!&lt;br /&gt;she uses her fingernails to scratch people!&lt;br /&gt;and looks totally retarded la!&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stop laughing when i fought with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;i saw lisa!&lt;br /&gt;but she PURPOSELY avoided me!&lt;br /&gt;so i wouldn't call her my MISTRESS!&lt;br /&gt;wahahhahah!&lt;br /&gt;but i shouted to her so she HAD to hear it ! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's the hols now!!!&lt;br /&gt;but damn&lt;br /&gt;still have much work to do man...&lt;br /&gt;don't teachers know the meaning of HOLIDAY&lt;br /&gt;means REST&lt;br /&gt;PLAY&lt;br /&gt;you know?&lt;br /&gt;RELAXING?!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;but what are they doing to us during the hols??&lt;br /&gt;STRESSING US!&lt;br /&gt;ugh. homework hater!!! |:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch predator 2!&lt;br /&gt;my brother downloaded the movie.&lt;br /&gt;oooh!&lt;br /&gt;i'm on an alien movie spree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109420237735716391?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109420237735716391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109420237735716391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109420237735716391' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109412160313842720</id><published>2004-09-02T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T18:40:03.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;you were everything&lt;br /&gt;everything that i wanted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and i just found out from charis that&lt;br /&gt;there's math common test tomorrow!!! |:&lt;br /&gt;crap la.&lt;br /&gt;going to flunk it!!&lt;br /&gt;i have to get last min. tuition from cherry.&lt;br /&gt;oh else i can forget about going out during dec! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109412160313842720?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109412160313842720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109412160313842720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109412160313842720' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109403727399324844</id><published>2004-09-01T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:14:33.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;alien&lt;br /&gt;vs&lt;br /&gt;predator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home!&lt;br /&gt;from orchard&lt;br /&gt;had alot of fun today!&lt;br /&gt;was super freaked out to see jere again...&lt;br /&gt;|:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but we had fun!&lt;br /&gt;and alien vs predator was cool!&lt;br /&gt;though i covered my eyes like whenever the alien breeded inside the human.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, come on!&lt;br /&gt;the bloody creature blasted out from the human's stomach!&lt;br /&gt;how sick is that man!&lt;br /&gt;wahahha.&lt;br /&gt;but jasmine was like&lt;br /&gt;whoa&lt;br /&gt;super brave&lt;br /&gt;she watched the entire thing la.&lt;br /&gt;well more than me anyway&lt;br /&gt;ah well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought lots of small stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;last night my black hairband broke!!! )):&lt;br /&gt;bought it all the way from m'sia la.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i found one at heeren.&lt;br /&gt;and bought like another extra blue one.&lt;br /&gt;cos i liked the colour.&lt;br /&gt;ok why am i saying all this.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;i bought a beauty box!&lt;br /&gt;damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't resist not buying!.&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;but got home quite late la.&lt;br /&gt;at around 7?&lt;br /&gt;and mom sort of got pissed at me&lt;br /&gt;cos i told her i was supposed to be home before 6&lt;br /&gt;oops? heh.&lt;br /&gt;aeii but i had alot of fun la.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109403727399324844?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109403727399324844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109403727399324844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109403727399324844' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109400802668942588</id><published>2004-09-01T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T11:07:06.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;paint my love&lt;br /&gt;it's a picture of a thousand sunsets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;busy la.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway my stupid brother's always home nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day today.&lt;br /&gt;going out with sam jere and jas later&lt;br /&gt;watching ALIEN VS PREDATOR la.&lt;br /&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;nvm&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;late already.&lt;br /&gt;cheerio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109400802668942588?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109400802668942588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109400802668942588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109400802668942588' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109369990963691732</id><published>2004-08-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T21:31:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i tried my best to feed her appetite&lt;br /&gt;keep her coming every night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition today was a drag man...&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;every 5 mins were like&lt;br /&gt;1hr to me. |:&lt;br /&gt;nearly died of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;but i managed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;church tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;format x.&lt;br /&gt;quite excited actually.&lt;br /&gt;they're doing something diff. about this month's format x.&lt;br /&gt;something to do with feeling god's presence!&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;yay? haha. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;sian la.&lt;br /&gt;tht's why i blogged.&lt;br /&gt;watching avp with jere and sam.&lt;br /&gt;and max and kenneth were damn mean just now la.&lt;br /&gt;they kept telling me the storyline of avp.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out to be fake so..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;br /&gt;so late already.&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109369990963691732?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109369990963691732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109369990963691732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109369990963691732' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109366907703994027</id><published>2004-08-28T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T12:57:57.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;she's so high&lt;br /&gt;high above me&lt;br /&gt;she's so lovely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man&lt;br /&gt;my family is the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;as in my cousins, uncles and aunties&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;the sweetest bunch yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since yesterday was my dad's birthday&lt;br /&gt;we were planning to celebrate the big 5-0 of his life&lt;br /&gt;with only the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;mom, bro, me and him.&lt;br /&gt;but my mom and bro had something planned&lt;br /&gt;and when we got there&lt;br /&gt;my uncles aunties and cousins were like all sitting there&lt;br /&gt;getting ready for the guest of honor [dad]&lt;br /&gt;to come&lt;br /&gt;and they planned a surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;my dad was so emotional&lt;br /&gt;he cried!&lt;br /&gt;CRIED!&lt;br /&gt;tht old man NEVER cries!!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit&lt;br /&gt;it was really damn damn sweet. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;my mom made me wear her boots&lt;br /&gt;she bought from hongkong.&lt;br /&gt;she wanted me to season them&lt;br /&gt;and it was like 2 and a half inches la!&lt;br /&gt;the heels i mean.&lt;br /&gt;as if i'm not tall enough.&lt;br /&gt;i felt as though i was walking on stilts.&lt;br /&gt;and my dumb brother said i walked damn awkwardly.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha but i guess it's true.&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the night my feet were killing me!!!&lt;br /&gt;sooo painful.&lt;br /&gt;i'll never wear those boots again.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking forward to sundays now.&lt;br /&gt;cos of feelings that have changed&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still looking forward to service!(:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;br /&gt;shall try to blog tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;there's this soccer match thing our church it organising&lt;br /&gt;and it ends at 5... so..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109366907703994027?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109366907703994027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109366907703994027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109366907703994027' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109359604690040724</id><published>2004-08-27T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T16:40:46.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;baby set me free&lt;br /&gt;from this misery&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pissed with everyone today&lt;br /&gt;and really&lt;br /&gt;feel damn bad now&lt;br /&gt;but anyway&lt;br /&gt;something cheered me up ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;MARK CHAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x))))))&lt;br /&gt;he came to our sch&lt;br /&gt;with his band, the swim shadys&lt;br /&gt;call me crazy but i bought the album&lt;br /&gt;and got their autographs la.&lt;br /&gt;and kenneth goh is like really really cute&lt;br /&gt;grace was obsessing over him la&lt;br /&gt;but i think mark's cuter.&lt;br /&gt;and kenneth said hi to meeee! x)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;okok i'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;but i so so so so so love today!!!&lt;br /&gt;mark chay ! is! so! cute!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;i was being bimbotic.&lt;br /&gt;dad's birthday today&lt;br /&gt;kinda forgot.&lt;br /&gt;luckily mom reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do anything for him la!&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;my phone got confiscated AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;by mom, no less.&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;my bill went down already!!!&lt;br /&gt;from $169 to a $100&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it's still bad la.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve it. |:&lt;br /&gt;hate it when i don't have a phone.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh!&lt;br /&gt;i have puppetry tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;missed the previous practice.&lt;br /&gt;aunty mag is so going to kill me!!!&lt;br /&gt;but i can't perform cos  have stupid tuition class&lt;br /&gt;which i don't think benefits me at all&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;my parents won't let me quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahhh&lt;br /&gt;bad mood's coming back again.&lt;br /&gt;bahh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109359604690040724?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109359604690040724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109359604690040724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109359604690040724' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109352543473575881</id><published>2004-08-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T21:03:54.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;so i will run to you&lt;br /&gt;with open arms&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our sec four farewell party today&lt;br /&gt;realised that i'll miss the sec 4s ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;cried when the sec 3s did their skit.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah&lt;br /&gt;it was damn emotional and everything.&lt;br /&gt;sighhh&lt;br /&gt;it'll never be the same without them la.&lt;br /&gt;basically.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you forever and always sec 4s!&lt;br /&gt;and they made our present&lt;br /&gt;it's like this small booklet&lt;br /&gt;with all their pics in it&lt;br /&gt;and they wrote really really encouraging notes in it&lt;br /&gt;when i saw yanni's one i just burst into tears.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't control my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;man, i'm too soft hearted.&lt;br /&gt;and i LOVE the song the sec 4s sang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm leaving on a jet plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't know when i'll be back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hold me like you'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's fridayyyyy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;haawhawhaw&lt;br /&gt;i'm high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109352543473575881?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109352543473575881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109352543473575881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109352543473575881' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109342990863016643</id><published>2004-08-25T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T18:31:48.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm everything i am&lt;br /&gt;because you loved me &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey!&lt;br /&gt;sorry haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;busy with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;alot's happened&lt;br /&gt;for the better (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 farewell's tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;)):&lt;br /&gt;we stayed back today to finish up our -ahems-&lt;br /&gt;shall not mention in case this info leaks out&lt;br /&gt;to those who aren't supposed to know&lt;br /&gt;mainly the sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;but man&lt;br /&gt;our mamas are leaving us.&lt;br /&gt;what would we do without em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chem practical test was today.&lt;br /&gt;i totally forgot to wear the goggles la!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and praveena was like looking at me and jing&lt;br /&gt;cos we weren't wearing glasses and yet&lt;br /&gt;didn't put the goggles on.&lt;br /&gt;i am damn sure she deducted marks for that.&lt;br /&gt;|:&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;this next song&lt;br /&gt;which i found really really sweet and everything&lt;br /&gt;is going out to the sec 4s mainly&lt;br /&gt;and charis, ally, jas, ______, chun, sin yee.&lt;br /&gt;and others la.&lt;br /&gt;but those were the few i had to make special shoutouts to(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; For all those times you stood by me&lt;br /&gt; For all the truth that you made me see&lt;br /&gt; For all the joy you brought to my life&lt;br /&gt; For all the wrong that you made right&lt;br /&gt; For every dream you made come true&lt;br /&gt; For all the love I found in you&lt;br /&gt; I'll be forever thankful baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You're the one who held me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Never let me fall&lt;br /&gt; You're the one who saw me through through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt; You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt; You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt; You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt; Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt; You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm everything I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Because you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You gave me wings and made me fly&lt;br /&gt; You touched my hand I could touch the sky&lt;br /&gt; I lost my faith, you gave it back to me&lt;br /&gt; You said no star was out of reach&lt;br /&gt; You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;br /&gt; I had your love I had it all&lt;br /&gt; I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;br /&gt; Maybe I don't know that much&lt;br /&gt; But I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt; I was blessed because I was loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt; You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt; You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt; You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt; Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt; You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt; I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt; Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You were always there for me&lt;br /&gt; The tender wind that carried me&lt;br /&gt; A light in the dark shining your love into my life&lt;br /&gt; You've been my inspiration&lt;br /&gt; Through the lies you were the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My world is a better place because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt; You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt; You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt; You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt; Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt; You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt; I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt; Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt; You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt; You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt; You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt; Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt; You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt; I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt; Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt; Because you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109342990863016643?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109342990863016643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109342990863016643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109342990863016643' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6491519.post-109325883230703636</id><published>2004-08-23T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T19:00:32.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'll bring you more than a song&lt;br /&gt;for a song in itself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back from theory&lt;br /&gt;had a surprisingly fun time&lt;br /&gt;dora didn't come though.&lt;br /&gt;too bad for her!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;well, we gossiped about the super skinney lady&lt;br /&gt;where i took my piano exam.&lt;br /&gt;she was so intolerable ok.&lt;br /&gt;she wore this like bareback dress&lt;br /&gt;which looked like it was made from scarves.&lt;br /&gt;[ can you imagine how TRANSPARENT that is?! ]&lt;br /&gt;which i can see the BLACK BRA she wore.&lt;br /&gt;and she flirted with all the examiners who arrived ok.&lt;br /&gt;it was sick man, sick.&lt;br /&gt;and she laughed so precautiously&lt;br /&gt;and touched the examiner's shoulder when he said something&lt;br /&gt;which wasn't supposed to be funny?&lt;br /&gt;but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;seesh.&lt;br /&gt;one word: DESPOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that teachers' day is like next week&lt;br /&gt;and not this week.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was this week la!&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6491519-109325883230703636?l=kwann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109325883230703636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6491519/posts/default/109325883230703636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kwann.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109325883230703636' title=''/><author><name>samantha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07191816353376714899</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></entry></feed>
