<?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-6785627</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:14:39.890+08:00</updated><category term='RARRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH'/><title type='text'>me to you!</title><subtitle type='html'>Its going to be my blog!My blog is going to be great!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785627.post-2015877324647879884</id><published>2007-03-16T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:27:22.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BTmTvbvj6eo/RfpiSxEwiTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-VJ_ere18Ws/s1600-h/IMG_0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042450807345154354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BTmTvbvj6eo/RfpiSxEwiTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-VJ_ere18Ws/s200/IMG_0756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you have any idea how much i miss you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-2015877324647879884?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/2015877324647879884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/2015877324647879884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2015877324647879884' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BTmTvbvj6eo/RfpiSxEwiTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-VJ_ere18Ws/s72-c/IMG_0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6785627.post-117341471540169481</id><published>2007-03-09T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T17:28:59.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RARRRRRRHHHHHHHHHH'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/92/385/1600/5706/IMG_0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/92/385/200/845637/IMG_0848.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you go&lt;br /&gt;would you even turn to say&lt;br /&gt;' i don't love you like i did yesterday' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i hate blogger. i hate seeing chinese words and not knowing where and what to click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP SHOWING ME CHINESE WORDS. RARRH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-117341471540169481?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/117341471540169481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/117341471540169481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#117341471540169481' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-116669226372909542</id><published>2006-12-21T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:12:44.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="file:///F:/Xinlin's/P1010325.JPG" width="227" height="170" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-116669226372909542?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/116669226372909542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/116669226372909542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116669226372909542' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113889237985940567</id><published>2006-02-02T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:18:31.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have this sudden urge to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, being alone in the bus makes me feel very good today. BUT, the bus driver didnt notice i was on the bus and didnt let me off the bus i had to press the bell for him to notice. sometimes i guess it's like that, when a person gets too quiet, she is left unnoticed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was reaching home, a car horned and the driver waved at me. hmm... what's wrong with him? then, i was in the lift and this uncle smiled and nodded at me before he walked outta the lift. hmm.. what's wrong with these people?! i didn't wave back to the driver, i didn't smiled back to the uncle. erm.. cos, i'm not friendly? haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i realised something today. i have 3 friends whom i've known them for 10 years. pangsai, yingjie and weiying. (: after today's retreat, i've learnt that we'll be friends for life. haha. oh yes, not forgetting friends friends whom i've known for 4 yrs. i'm sure we'll be good friends next time as well. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i made a discovery today. i can see anderson sec from my hse. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh man. what a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113889237985940567?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113889237985940567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113889237985940567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113889237985940567' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113777138086891168</id><published>2006-01-20T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:27:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello people. i cant believe i'm blogging but yes, i am. i really hope this entry will show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's FRIDAY, FINALLY :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, before i forget. can someone just remind me on sunday that Art O levels proposal is due on MON!? haha. i always thought it's to be handed in on week 6. ok, there's something wrong with my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;went mad during cca time with pang yesterday(as usual). if caifen's coming back next week, i think we'll go wild. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i cant stand the bio clown anymore and what did she scold us today!? bu.. what?! haha, i dont know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i'm dreading chinese new year already. personally, i think that cny is rather boring, it's like the adults cant stop talking and the children are just left staring at each other, or in my case, stoning. (because we only see each other ONCE a year and there's really nothing to tell each other) i think chinese new year means a few days of stoning and eating to me. ok, maybe not afew days of eating, it's one month of eating, because my mummy always buys alot of food.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey, people. why do you all not know what's a DINOSAUR? (the milo/horlicks dinosaur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113777138086891168?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113777138086891168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113777138086891168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113777138086891168' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113628545124773442</id><published>2006-01-03T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:50:51.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;HELLO. HELLO. HELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113628545124773442?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113628545124773442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113628545124773442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113628545124773442' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113522565288998329</id><published>2005-12-22T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T13:12:48.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am very sleepy now although i just woke up. /: i can feel the many many many many many small small small tiny tiny tiny cracks on my shoulders and back. i didn't sleep well because of that.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i like the redness of my skin now, but not the pain. haha. ok, i'm weird according to pang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i will not be using the internet for 5 days so i'm blogging now. i know i should finish all the hmwk which need the internet but i dont care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;three truth rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;went for class chalet. it was fun and fiona provided us with more entertainment with her gf. rach, xinlin and i went to the (dirty)beach and enjoyed the breeze while the others went cycling. ok, so we were supposed to meet the others at the "very fun" playgrnd before gg for dinner and we walked and walked and walked and still did not reach the playgrnd. ok, so we made this discovery after crossing a bridge : pasir ris is linked to tampines park. (: went BK for dinner and tattoo-ing after that. kewl. i love my ah long dragon tattoo. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;watched proj runway and off to bed with cheryl, amelia, rach, xinlin. hahaha, xinlin said we were sleeping like colour pencils which is very true. there wasnt enough space to move. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wild wild wet the next day(: the three of us were there since the morning cause we didnt want to go escape. (that's why we've got sun burnt so badly) wild wild wet was fun even though we lost 15 dollars at the shiok pool and the funkey card. ok, the yakult big pail which poured water down every dont know how many mins was dumb. :D but generally, the slides were fun and the tsunami (wave pool) was great and very funny too. haha:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;bbq and trustar award after that. the ACES headed home after receiving the rock band award. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;three truth rocks (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i look like a drunk rudolf now or maybe a lobster. i feel like scraping my skin off. hahaha. EW. gross. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;kor just called me to ask who's gerald. ok, gerald, whoever you are. i dont care who you are but my kor's very interested to know you, that "me" who tagged "who are you?" is my kor, go find him instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113522565288998329?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113522565288998329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113522565288998329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113522565288998329' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113449091284434259</id><published>2005-12-14T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T00:21:52.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;All I know, time is a valuable thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's so unreal, didnt look out below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch the time go right out the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to hold on but didnt even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wasted it all just to watch you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113449091284434259?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113449091284434259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113449091284434259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113449091284434259' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113402895425378156</id><published>2005-12-08T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:13:03.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;WARNING: dont ever talk/call me from the back when i'm walking alone on the streets. DONT ever scare me fm the back. I AM VERY AFRAID OF MAD PEOPLE WHO ROAM ON THE STREETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still recovering from the shock that steven 'cher gave me. as i was going to yishun mrt station, i heard this deep voice coming from my back.&lt;br /&gt;"siao jie, ni yao song wo hui jia ma?"&lt;br /&gt;i was so shocked, i thought that voice belonged to some siao tingtong AH PEK and i swear i jumped up upon hearing that, i turned my head slightly (not daring to take a good look at whoever who was calling me) and realised it was steven 'cher. i looked down and went, "bu yao." and i walked away. he managed to chase up and he started a convo.&lt;br /&gt;cant really remeber what he said... errs..his grandma lives at amk. he slept at 3 ystdy night and went for some nus meeting? because i didnt know what to tell him and i said i want to sleep. oh ya, his psle score was 236 and he was fm naval base sec and den yishun junior college... and he lives at yishun junior college and told me to visit him. errs! lame. right, like i believe you live at yishun junior college.:p errs.. errs.. errs..oh ya, they were giving out free biscuits and he asked if i want, i shook my head and wriggled my way through the crowd.. errs, cant remember what else we said, i shall tagged ur board if i remember something else k, xinlin. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh ya oh ya! his jaws dropped open when i told him my school just dumped the scholars into our class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113402895425378156?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113402895425378156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113402895425378156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113402895425378156' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113377415167174743</id><published>2005-12-05T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T17:15:51.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i cant bring myself to do any work so i'm back here again ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i continued sleeping and watched kids central. oppsie, sorry kor. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to xinlin: i dreamt of lester yesterday night! haha, aft u told me about the weird dream of yours, i dreamt of him too. but my dream is not as interesting as yours, it's jus about tuition and i um... stared at him and he laughed!?  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, off to do some bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113377415167174743?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113377415167174743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113377415167174743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113377415167174743' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113362146160428349</id><published>2005-12-03T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:51:01.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;DEAR FWEE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PLEASE DO NOT READ MY BLOG AGAIN, OR ELSE I'LL SET PASSWORD OR JUST CLOSE DOWN THE BLOG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113362146160428349?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113362146160428349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113362146160428349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113362146160428349' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113345277434522573</id><published>2005-12-01T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:36:28.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;to sam: what!? i thought u said you're not going to buy a DRESS. well, you've bought one, that means the dress very nice la(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have a &lt;em&gt;fear&lt;/em&gt; of mad people (mentally mad), although i think i am one of them. whenever i see someone walking towards me and when i'm walking alone, i'll suspect that he/she is mentally insane. i dont know why but i suspect almost everyone who walks alone and i'll be afraid that they're mad therefore i'll walk faster and my heart will beat faster too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've had enough of these people! why do i always bump into them! there was once i was alone in a bus with this old woman and she was sitting beside me, she just turned and started pointing at me and she was scolding some words which i didn't understand. i was so freaked out i alighted at the next bus stop. there were even more frightening incidents where this woman with scary slutty eyes sat so close to me at the bus stop and raised her hand, wanting to slap me. i stood up immediately and walked away. To my horror, she roared into laughter. i can still remember her disgusting look and she has no teeth. there're still many of these people roaming around the streets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;let me say this once more. THESE PEOPLE, PLS DONT COME NEAR ME. I AM AFRAID OF YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw your smile today, it was so&lt;em&gt; forced&lt;/em&gt;. i dont think you're ever gonna read this, cos we have changed and the way you're treating me now is as if i'm carrying a bomb which might explode anytime. seriously, are you that sick of me!? but i'll still say this, i miss your smile. i can never forget the &lt;em&gt;last sincere smile&lt;/em&gt; that you gave me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113345277434522573?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113345277434522573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113345277434522573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113345277434522573' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113297969283082238</id><published>2005-11-26T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T12:35:54.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt; and useless. maybe just sitting down and stoning makes you feel extrememly FAT. i just dont feel like moving.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a habit of cutting my toe nails and i tried cutting my nails to at least &lt;em&gt;do something&lt;/em&gt;. god, even bending down to cut my toe nails makes me feel nothing but FAT.and i must add that my toenails are &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt;. i thought that the nail clipper was about to break before my toe nail does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order not to feel fat and useless. i made a haiku for pang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so fat.&lt;br /&gt;being trapped in holidays.&lt;br /&gt;pangsai save me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pang said well done and my haiku makes sense therefore it's not as good as hers. to have a good haiku your haiku must not make sense? hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother and i created havoc at the dinner table yesterday because there were only the two of us eating. HAHA. we started playing with our food and laughing at everything that's NOT FUNNY. hahaha. god, &lt;em&gt;why do idiots like us exist&lt;/em&gt;. we were just acting stupid and somehow everything that we said was very funny to us and i started slamming the table and beating my bro while laughing.&lt;br /&gt;" do not touch above this line." my brother said seriously while drawing an invisible line using his finger at his right elbow. of course i went touching him and we started laughing again. hahaha, okay, as you can see we laugh at every single thing that we did.&lt;br /&gt;"eat! eat!"i picked up the whole slice of fish using my chopsticks and slowly slowly moved towards my bro's bowl. and then i threw vegetables into my brother's bowl and told him to eat. then, you might have guess it. we started giggling again.&lt;br /&gt;"your acting sucks," bro said.&lt;br /&gt;"you too." -burst out into laughters-&lt;br /&gt;my bro then tried to tell me something about the maid and he had to lower his voice. (i dont think there's any sound coming out fm his mouth)&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT LAH. i cannot hear you! i'm deaf. WHAT!" -LAUGHS LAUGHS LAUGHS-&lt;br /&gt;ok, for whoever who has actually read until here, i'm suprised that you did. i dont see any point in carrying on about the dumb dinner of ours, cos it's just.... TOTALLY DUMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro and i actually played soccer with a tennis ball, he tried to show me how to "dance on the field with the ball to score a goal". i thought he looked like a clumsy elephant dancing. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the result of rotting at home with an idiotic bro -MADNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113297969283082238?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113297969283082238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113297969283082238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113297969283082238' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113267588408977681</id><published>2005-11-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:11:24.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it has been raining raining raining AND raining today. i'm &lt;em&gt;freezing&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haven't been doing anything, just sleeping and eating, living like a pig. almost everyday has been like that. in no time, i shall look like a pig. oink oink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, i shall TRY to start work tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;goodnight world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113267588408977681?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113267588408977681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113267588408977681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113267588408977681' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113221544794353008</id><published>2005-11-17T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T00:36:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i just found out that it's meet the parents session tmr. i forgot all about it and i cant believe that my mummy remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i definitely love sleeping and dreaming. i dreamt that we had swimming lessons in school and it was ssoooo damn fun.i was so excited cos i finally got to wear my pink swim suit again. HAHA. ( it has been mths since i last touched it ok) i dreamt that i had to overcome these waves in the swimming pool and it was very tiring. i found myself lying face-down on the bed in the morning. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, i shall go to dreamland again. good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113221544794353008?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113221544794353008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113221544794353008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113221544794353008' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113221438706810627</id><published>2005-11-17T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:02:12.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;while everyone's working i'm at home eating and sleeping, eating and sleeping. my brother said i spend my holidays sleeping only. hey, i think i better sleep more now before sch reopens. ape, how your week rotting at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/92/385/200/red%20riding%20hood%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/92/385/200/red%20riding%20hood.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/92/385/200/red%20riding%20hood%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;old granny, big black wolf and little red riding hood. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;as you can see, i'm reeallllyyy bored. i've started playing with toys which i'll be giving away real soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113221438706810627?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113221438706810627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113221438706810627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113221438706810627' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113170502408524001</id><published>2005-11-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T18:30:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M VERY ANGRY NOW. TMD AH. THE MORE I TYPE THE ANGRIER I GET AND THE MORE I TALK TO APE THE MORE I WANT TO TYPE. TMD TMD TMD. I WANT TO GET BASEBALL BAT/ SOCCER BALL/ BASKET BALL/TENNIS BALL/SHUTTLE COCKS AND APE SHALL BORROW HOCKEY STICK ROTTEN EGGS AND WADEVA LA TO________ THEM. (fill in ur own blanks)  rarrh. WE WANTED TO GO ANTARTICA FOR HONEYMOON ONE LEH, BUT NOW, WE HAVE NO WHERE TO GO... HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M MAKING NO SENSE. NVM, I SHALL GO TAKE OUT MY CONTACTS AND BATHE NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant stop saying tmd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113170502408524001?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113170502408524001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113170502408524001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113170502408524001' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113116745795668857</id><published>2005-11-05T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T13:10:57.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/92/385/1600/collage%20rubbish%20dump%20confirm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/92/385/320/collage%20rubbish%20dump%20confirm.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;                                     &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is like a rubbish dump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;GAWD. I FEEL DAMN RETARDED. I AM RETARDED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;blogger actually helps you upload pictures and i just realised it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyw, thank you xiangli for telling me how to use microsoft frontpage. though i haven't tried it yet cos imagestation cant work. 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/6785627-113116745795668857?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113116745795668857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113116745795668857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113116745795668857' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-113033854208044252</id><published>2005-10-26T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:55:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"dengue is very naughty" quoted from my lao hou zi's doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i must say dengue is very naughty and MOSQUITOES are very naughty! they make human beings ill, they breed rapidly and spread diseases. evil creatures. my greatest wish is to kill them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lao hou zi! get well soon! :D well, if u can even find the energy to make your way here to read this. and i just feel like calling u lao hou zi la. (: and of cos i noe that monkeys do not spread dengue, even if u spread, u wun spread to me rite, darling ape? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-113033854208044252?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113033854208044252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/113033854208044252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113033854208044252' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112973512925919073</id><published>2005-10-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:18:49.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;took back every paper alrd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;failed two papers. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, shall thank jean and soh theng for helping me calculate and alerting the very BLUR me that wang counted wrongly, it should be TEN mks more. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont like chin, eng, math, sci.... i dno what i like. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I HATE SKEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112973512925919073?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112973512925919073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112973512925919073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112973512925919073' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112920044282907736</id><published>2005-10-13T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T18:47:22.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;games carnival today(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was fun today compared to two years ago when i had to run aimlessly around the school for games carnival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;carrom was fun. it's not a losers game ok. tracie was my partner and we made a good pair! we won all of the matches except the last one which was rather CONFUSING i must say with her using the two pieces thick striker.it's like aft xinlin's turn she would always want the striker to be removed from the board and would want to use her own striker. but nevertheless, we did a great job! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;then went to watch soccer, it was fun cheering for three truth. three truth is united(: that's the only thing i can say. we still have something ok. (: though we went back after our carrom semis and only saw the losing penalty kick, but i think we did our best (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's okay if we didn't win anything. we're still winners aren't we? isn't it a pleasant sight to see a bonded three truth? (well i think i'm talking to myself) but it was really nice and pleasant to be bonded. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112920044282907736?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112920044282907736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112920044282907736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112920044282907736' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112607427234573254</id><published>2005-09-07T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:24:32.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i knew it. that's why i went to flip open the book. and true enough the first thing i saw was the exact same page of exercise 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i seriously dont understand why they made us buy tys and then photocopy stacks of worksheets for us which are exactly from the book itself. WHY. why waste paper, cant they just tell us which page to do since we all have the book cause they said in the beginning of the year it's COMPULSORY for everyone to get the book... WHY.. is this how human waste paper. by photocopying pages and pages of worksheets which are in tys. i feel sorry for the trees out there. all they did is to add in the school's name and exercise ___  or level ___ what's the point? even if they want us to get tys, why dont they ask us to buy another version of tys since they're gonna photocopy from this version. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;what is worse is that the tys they made us buy are not even good. esp bio, some of the answers are wrong and poorly phrased. the chemistry book doesnt even have answers for structured questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-sighs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;WHY. i dont understand why these human beings are doing something so dumb. someone please enlighten me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112607427234573254?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112607427234573254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112607427234573254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112607427234573254' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112599902433299197</id><published>2005-09-06T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:30:24.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A man can go two weeks without eating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But if he doesn't rest at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; he can only survive for one week.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sleeping provides us the time to rest our internal organs, eyes and brains.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poor sleep quality can cause internal damage to our internal organs and brains.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, sleeping is very important to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. i received this stupid email.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112599902433299197?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112599902433299197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112599902433299197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112599902433299197' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112599864138606070</id><published>2005-09-06T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:24:01.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm here to announce that i did 9 questions of A MATH since 10 in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. random. i shall sleep now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112599864138606070?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112599864138606070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112599864138606070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112599864138606070' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112593434129431897</id><published>2005-09-05T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T23:32:21.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;mosquitoes mosquitoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;KILL THEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm using tiger balm like soap now cause my whole body's itching and i cant stop scratching! thank you tracie for recommending mopiko but i have to finish two bottles of tiger balm first. haha. but due to the rate i'm using tiger balm, i think i can finish using the two bottles in no time. :D they bite the weirdest place like my toes, stomach and even my butt, thats why i'm smearing tiger balm all over my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;GO AWAY MOSQUITOES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you tracie again for reminding me that i have about three bottles of insect repellent spray at home. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate the way how this world changes. (haha RANDOM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn. i can feel the tiger balm burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112593434129431897?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112593434129431897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112593434129431897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112593434129431897' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112541463645212962</id><published>2005-08-30T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T23:10:36.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;today is such a &lt;em&gt;wahlao&lt;/em&gt; day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is not the first time and its annoying. why does this always happens at the chicken rice stall!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hello, i was queueing behind you just now. me? i cut your queue. stupid. i went over because rachel signalled me to come over and we were just standing there when ape and pang joined us. cant stand it when this two pigs just went " why are they cutting queue?" and whats worse was that they pretended to be whispering about us and was definitely annoying us. b***** can. ape and i just went "WAHLAO whats the problem" together, hahaha, i thought that was funny. ape was just not satisfied and we went back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"rachel,  we're going over the other side"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"yeah, we're &lt;em&gt;not buying&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, yeah. with that we went over to the other side to buy food. i was satisfied(: dont know if ape was satisfied? hey. we can work quite well together dont we? haha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the other time was also at the chicken rice stall. irritating. hello!? the auntie was looking at me when she asked me la and it was your fault that the auntie didnt notice you cos you were studying! it was very annoying when she went " haii...tsk tsk tsk tsk...."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;like is that a problem that the auntie didnt notice you and noticed me instead? just stop studying, i didnt cut your queue ok!  dont you agree with me, pang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;why am i talking about something so insignificant? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;wahlao, pigs, b****, stupid, idiots are very crude words but i cant help it. i feel crude today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112541463645212962?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112541463645212962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112541463645212962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112541463645212962' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112455680539815038</id><published>2005-08-20T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:53:25.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i went to my cousins' house today and we watched videos which my uncle had filmed many years ago, when i was still a sweet cute girl(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;GAWD. i cant believed that was myself that i was watching. i was very &lt;em&gt;attention seeking&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;talkative&lt;/em&gt;! oh ya. i noticed i kept brushing my hair behind my ears in the video.  i looked round. ok, everyone looked round cos we were still CHILDREN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to be a child again! i dont want to change! &lt;em&gt;i hate changes&lt;/em&gt;.  i realised that things have changed alot after watching the video.  some of the furnitures and TOYS are not there anymore. my gong gong's not coming back to hold my hand anymore and many of us lost our baby fats as we grew older, as for the adults, many of them gained weight... haha..family gatherings were definitely more enjoyable then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i want to be that happy small girl again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112455680539815038?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112455680539815038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112455680539815038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112455680539815038' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112446513776426765</id><published>2005-08-19T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T23:25:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;won't you take me by the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;take me somewhere new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112446513776426765?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112446513776426765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112446513776426765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112446513776426765' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112435984661828541</id><published>2005-08-18T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T18:10:46.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tracie and macie! you guys better come back and read this to know how much i've suffered with the HUI AND HUI's Pte Ltd! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, this is really disappointing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cause the ACES only left with A FEW pathetic crumpled gold ingots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;althea sent me a chinese letter asking the ACES to return 100 gold ingots back to them by 18/8/05, which is today! cause stealing is a crime and we should stop our illegal activities. i ignored the 3 letters of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i tried stealing one gold ingot on althea's lap by giving her a shock by pouncing on the table and snatching the ingot, but jean caught my arm and we were struggling to get the gold ingot. (by the way, i was struggling on the table - very unsightly) it was very tiring to be lying on the table, laughing and trying to snatch the ingot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;althea left the ingot on the table after chinese lesson and i stole it, the hui and hui then attacked me! they were trying to pry open my clenched fist to pull out the gold ingot and they were grabbing my arms and it was chaotic struggling on the floor with them. i clenched my fist as tightly as possible, i did not give up so easily ok! i've even bitten jean and licked althea. it was definitely a very LONG and EXHAUSTING struggle/fight and they gave up eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;they came back after a few minutes and they make a raid at our place. THEY RANSACKED OUR PLACE AND TOOK ALL OUR GOLD INGOTS AWAY!!! rarRRHH. i managed to snatched some pathetic gold ingots from them.  i threw my shoe at them and they took my shoe away and left it on top of the windows la! frustrating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;AHHH. today was a total waste of energy with the HUI and HUI. i'm so darn tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i shall write a letter to them tomorow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hey! ACES! come back and show hui and hui what we're really made of okay! kick their butts man! ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112435984661828541?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112435984661828541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112435984661828541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112435984661828541' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112326020230057318</id><published>2005-08-06T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:43:22.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;eleven more days to perth for the ld girls and i would be left with gen, jean, althea, pang, ape, and&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;....yuchang..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hui and hui's gonna bully me man! they're gonna make me buy their stupid ducks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112326020230057318?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112326020230057318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112326020230057318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112326020230057318' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112308209073494806</id><published>2005-08-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:00:55.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a little knowledge withheld is a great advantage one should store for future use. &lt;em&gt;the strongest wind cannot be seen&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHESS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i shall learn how to manipulate and see the end of the game before it even starts and i think i definitely need to learn how to control my feelings and not burst into my SUDDEN evil laughter after self-amusing myself with my stupid moves. yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know why, but althea and jean brought their chinese chess sets to school and we started playing during lessons. maybe we're just self-amusing ourselves, trying to be like waverly jong. okay, sorry jean and althea for always putting my face so near to the chess board everytime i think, but that's how i concentrate, by staring close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PE is the only period i'm enjoying in school now, despite the fact that we play softball like we were playing rugby. ok, rather, i play like it's rugby. haha. i dont know if shiying was angry with me or not, she seemed quite expressionless, but i did say sorry alot alot of times ok! well, i guess i'm kinda stupid to run straight into her direction. bleahs. anyway, softball was very fun(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;rarrh. i dont want to go to church.... ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112308209073494806?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112308209073494806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112308209073494806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112308209073494806' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112239316123610868</id><published>2005-07-26T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:02:53.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;FINALLY. WE'VE DECIDED ON A JOB. KHL Printing Co Pte Ltd. ok. this is crazy. my dearest ah dao and i are gonna answer phone calls and erm.. stack up papers? haha. no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose : to have experience working in a printing company&lt;br /&gt;Nature Of Job : customer service and business operation&lt;br /&gt;Work Days : 5 days/week&lt;br /&gt;Working Hours :08:00 - 17:00(Mon-Fri)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch Break : unlimited hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Pay / Allowance : S$1000000000000000000 ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to sleep and before i do that,&lt;br /&gt;i shall fufill someone's wish to have his name on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;TAY WEI ZHE NICHOLAS, W Z TAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112239316123610868?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112239316123610868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112239316123610868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239316123610868' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112133708313402700</id><published>2005-07-14T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T18:34:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;something just isn't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i can feel it inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the truth isn't far behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when i turn the lights out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;when i close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;reality overcomes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm living a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is stuck in my head. hopefully this doesnt ring in my head tomorrow during listening compre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112133708313402700?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112133708313402700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112133708313402700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112133708313402700' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112040710499685820</id><published>2005-07-03T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:33:27.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="150" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid175/pa71503ea93949f92f2ab4386b26d3da7/f370182c.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid175/pe5caad4c6407840688cfb0230c1c6318/f370183d.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid175/p31cfbc44138924d9113b33e15465c5c9/f3701834.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid175/pf62792abaafb87868c8bc89fdcf6bb6b/f370042d.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid175/p4aa1a877c0f307077136c845ce784730/f3700426.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;too lazy to type any words. too lazy to upload more pics. just guess what we're doing then. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;a picture tells a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112040710499685820?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112040710499685820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112040710499685820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112040710499685820' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-112019582398546592</id><published>2005-07-01T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T13:41:21.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dear jenyun,&lt;br /&gt;please do the worksheets which you didn't attempt at all.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't find the worksheets on 'Particulate Nature of Matter'.&lt;br /&gt;mrs lai 26/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear xinlin,&lt;br /&gt;can you now see why she didn't write " ENJOY YOUR HOLIDAYS!" for me. cause she doesn't wants me to enjoy! she wants me to do Do DO chemistry....&lt;br /&gt;jenyun 1/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had enough of homework and tests! shut up everyone. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to some &lt;em&gt;unknown&lt;/em&gt;, we ended up at &lt;em&gt;suntec city&lt;/em&gt; instead of &lt;em&gt;tanjong pagar&lt;/em&gt;. thank you monkey angel for appearing out of nowhere and thank you to myself for shocking you. thank you thank you thank you monkey angel for popping out in the nick of time to tell us to go to singapore CONFERENCE hall at shenton way instead of singapore CONVENTION hall at suntec. we had to take a cab down and apparently, singapore conference hall is at suntec to many taxi drivers, we had to ask &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; drivers before we could find &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; who knows where is the conference hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall stop here for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;YOUTH DAY and MILK RUN. here i come. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i have my limits.stop pissing me off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-112019582398546592?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112019582398546592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/112019582398546592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112019582398546592' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111941595441347511</id><published>2005-06-22T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:41:20.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey. i'm in school with althea.HELLO ALTHEA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess everyone's life just revolves around people entering your life and leaving. we have to let them go when it's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. how do i put it? my erm.. old maid? my the other old maid? my once used maid? ERM. i dont know laa! she called my house on monday looking for my brother and i. sadly, i'm in school and my brother's not at home. my popo answered the phone.popo told her everyone's fine. hur hur. she ought to know what happened to my popo and the family after she left. gosh. time really flies. she had left for more than a year and she's working in hong kong now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm surprised that i actually miss her /: she might just call again and hopefully my brother and i would be at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was kinda interesting with fiona and her two interesting friends yesterday. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;OMG! i was queueing for movie tickets and i turned back and saw mrs chan and her two kids.&lt;br /&gt;'hey hi! so what movie are you watching?'&lt;br /&gt;'batman'&lt;br /&gt;'we're watching that too((:'&lt;br /&gt;HUR HUR HUR. how nice. but luckily, she didnt sit beside me. if not i would just walked out of the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinggy- HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tracie - HAHAHA. KING OF STONERS. hey! my nu ren! althea's gonna teach us how to fold gold ingots... cause she had lotsa practice liao. haha. we're gonna learn frm her and we're gonna be RICHER. i'm alr rich ok! hahaha. maybe i might just get another woman with bigger gold ingots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;macie- MUAKS- kisses you at the neck- kisses back ok?come back from ld camp and teach me chemistry... do you still want to continue elit? haha. i think it's kinda obvious the ans is no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kor- thanks for your nice prezzie hah. i like it alot. (as if) you're so highly creative man. -mumbles mumbles- haha. no wonder you drool in friendster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm waiting for your good news kor.(: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pangsai- HEY MY LAUGHING BUDDY!why never call me for no reason! laugh with me mah! i bet you're gonna freak out when u hear my mrs chan story and you're gonna burst out laughing with me. aiya! cant go ubin with you. nvm, we shall go east coast togt next time. i thot the berries ad was some chinese educational vcd at first. your sis is very hilarious. HAHAHAHA. too bad, your cousin's not joshua ang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apey- GOODNIGHT GOODNIGHT GOODNIGHT x 1000000 GOODMORNING x 1000000 yea, you're rite. we're suffering from insomnia but we're not ABIT cranky and lame, we're VERY. GOOD AFTERNOON! my fav insomnia ah dao! hahahahaha. and yes,i can rmb everything! i can rmb u discovered the pills in my pencil case. what..cannot eat meh.. not as if i'm on drugs, it um, tonic.haha... but i might be on drugs soon, due to the fact that i'm suffering from insomnia. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOAH. this is becoming like a msg place. you all better come and read! i feel as if i'm talking to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6785627-111941595441347511?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111941595441347511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111941595441347511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111941595441347511' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111919641202004693</id><published>2005-06-19T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:53:32.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can see all the pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111919641202004693?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111919641202004693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111919641202004693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111919641202004693' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111910712249237615</id><published>2005-06-18T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:09:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;suzhou&lt;br /&gt;nanya hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 162px" height="338" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid173/p0872ae61959e0dfe57d21001a7b93daf/f3b3c3c7.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;cao qiao middle school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="338" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid173/p94f1c251d202b8f6002314d1cf31ecc0/f3b3c3ca.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 112px" height="338" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid173/p1e3bee014a5f2eaf9e0039c9bc85cc39/f3a6bc6d.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 114px" height="338" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid173/pc2ab31a6cbff28b075d8b887168ee563/f3b3c41c.jpg" width="450" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 112px" height="338" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid173/pbba0819f924187cac34091233bb8587c/f3b9c807.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 166px" height="150" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid173/p756dfff6b95721059ae50b9976f1586b/f3b3c3df.jpg" width="250" /&gt; 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I'M VERY THE LAME. tell me more abt weird ear k. we've waited for like soooo looonnngg....he can laugh! haha. remember my dream? he can smile..so my dream was partially right.ok, i'm going to dream now.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111876648504324149?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111876648504324149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111876648504324149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111876648504324149' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111859214730647826</id><published>2005-06-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:33:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 210px" height="338" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid173/p42c37a3cbd180ff437f347c4ba5bdbbc/f3bc7546.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="&lt;a" width="2" href=" jpgwidth=" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; HEIGHT: 172px" height="338" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid173/p8d7114e98c906d0ce7ce9e2161eac0c0/f3bc78aa.jpg" width="450" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111859214730647826?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111859214730647826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111859214730647826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111859214730647826' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111850601962418583</id><published>2005-06-11T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T00:08:15.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dont beat me up, xinlin. cause i found my question one between the stack of used foolscap. i knew it, how could i possibly hand in without even finishing it!? haha. yes. i haven't completed it.so i just copied two paragraphs from my undone question one to question two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to slp. good nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111850601962418583?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111850601962418583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111850601962418583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111850601962418583' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111824967656379062</id><published>2005-06-09T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T01:00:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hola jen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not very free now to edit your blog except the date (i'm too busy doing nothing) HAHA but i've decided to leave a message here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenLOVESpingy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. and go look at the to-do list at the top of the blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;pingy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111824967656379062?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111824967656379062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111824967656379062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111824967656379062' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111703666749290319</id><published>2005-05-25T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:57:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm typing this two days in advance? because i dont think i'll have the time? hmm.. actually, i dont even have the time now, i'm supposed to do HOMEWORK. but for the sake of those who're gonna miss me so much, i shall blog now!;P hahas. it seems more like finding an opportunity to slack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going off on friday. bye bye. HEY. for those who miss me tag my board EVERYDAY ah! tell me how much u miss me! hahas! TAG DAILY, SAY U MISS ME. i'm gonna come back and read all my messages from my "supporters". /: hahas. this is total madness, but thats me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten days. i gonna miss the feeling of typing! i love my keyboard. yesh i'm wierd.&lt;br /&gt;ten days. ten days is enough for my mum to read find my blog and read these stuffs too. mummy, if you are reading this, tag my board too.&lt;br /&gt;ten days. i'm gonna miss all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111703666749290319?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111703666749290319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111703666749290319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111703666749290319' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111660153532896367</id><published>2005-05-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:22:53.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;flagella flagella waverly waverly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an enjoyable time during pe. &lt;strong&gt;FLAGELLA.&lt;/strong&gt; i must say this again. flagella formation rocks. laughing and dancing in front of the opponents helps ok! useful ok! it works! (but laughing and running was indeed tiring) i've got this scratch on my knee and i cant remember how i got it during pe. did i fall? i dont recall falling, but there was this scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, i realised that i cant think calmly. when there's a sudden problem. i would do anything but SHUT UP AND THINK. thank you tracie for entertaining me. hey tracie! rmb that i cant think clearly ok! so if anything happens in china u think and hold my hand ok! ok ah.&lt;br /&gt;i was talking happily online and got bored after awhile. i decided to plug the thumbdrive in for fun,as i was plugging in the thumbdrive, the computer shut down by itself. i was so shocked i went calling xinlin. xinlin's hse phone had problems so i went calling my mother. it was only after half an hour, after all that laughing, that i realised that one plug was loose. hmmm. one screw loose, just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye aye. i very aa today hor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111660153532896367?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111660153532896367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111660153532896367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111660153532896367' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111631822939146563</id><published>2005-05-17T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T16:23:49.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i'm here to continue my entry before i start on the first seven cheng yu(heh heh)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was really exhausted after the movie and requested to go home. let's aa on sunday ah. or isit sat? or isit friday? dun care la! AA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a great time listening to my brother's full version of a &lt;strong&gt;series of unfortunate events&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ren zai na li?"&lt;br /&gt;"mei you ren, zi you &lt;strong&gt;flagella&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;last friday pe lesson was fun and self-amusing.didn't thought that hand ball could be this exciting. flagella defending formation simply rocks. &lt;strong&gt;flagella formation&lt;/strong&gt; confuses our opponents and helps in our defending. oh yea. cant wait for the next pe lesson(: i cant believe that my favourite lesson for now is actually PE. thinking that PE is my favourite period seems so primary-schoolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry tracie for humming ye lai xiang during maths test. /: i cant wait to put our FLAGELLA FORMATION into action again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111631822939146563?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111631822939146563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111631822939146563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111631822939146563' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111600096190048406</id><published>2005-05-13T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T23:15:06.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;turned fifteen on 14.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i'm &lt;strong&gt;fifteen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, my first birthday card would be from the insurance company. hahas. oh no. No. NO. its different this year! my first birthday presents are the stack of late homework and the coming up tests next week! hey pang, your birthday present was ok what. "dan" very ugly meh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to make ic today with rachel. eww. was irritated with the photo taking and counter AUNTIES' bad attitude and services.ok, i shall be nice and show pinggy my ic.(: come and find me one fine day lor. hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to town to catch guess who. felt so sleepy, i almost fell asleep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued... hahas. i want to do elit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111600096190048406?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111600096190048406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111600096190048406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111600096190048406' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111536662054154072</id><published>2005-05-06T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T00:59:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;drosphila loves BAnana. i love BAnanas too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been eating BAnanas for the past two days, drinking milo and hundred plus, in hope that these would provide me with more energy to complete my NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesh. I CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID IT. ITS OVER! I'M NOT GOING TO DO THIS RUBBISH TILL NEXT YEAR! HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;packed my underdesk for history today. and WHOA.how messy can i get? i sure have alot of books and files left in school. yu chang found my note frm biyan on the floor. i felt kinda guilty after reading the message again. i realised that i do have friends,like &lt;em&gt;ape/mark/my fave dao&lt;/em&gt;, who care and love me. yea. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really feel the urge to close this blog down. it's always tracie and macie reading this.anyway, i dont blog alot, so there's nothing much to read. sometimes i really wonder who reads my rubbish. now that i think of it, i can imagine my &lt;em&gt;kaypoh&lt;/em&gt; mummy reading all these.i can imagine her slacking in the office and then decides to find my blog to read.(thats provided she can read this small font)&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY, if you're &lt;em&gt;managed&lt;/em&gt; to read this without straining your eyes. pls tag my board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you whoever for reading all these crap.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAS&lt;br /&gt;oh man. this is getting stupid.&lt;br /&gt;blame it on the MOE. for its them that caused students like me to be so emotionally and mentally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY junioR!- kisses u at the neck- "-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111536662054154072?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111536662054154072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111536662054154072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111536662054154072' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111496412066086928</id><published>2005-05-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T00:15:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont know what i'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;according to yingjie, i'm agitated and emotionally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for my happy ending!&lt;br /&gt;rarh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111496412066086928?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111496412066086928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111496412066086928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111496412066086928' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111470445969962267</id><published>2005-04-28T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T00:00:14.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.here's how this week went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to wake up every morning and really trying my very best to reach the shelter at 6.55AM to meet macie but i never did reach there at 6.55. so erm, i guess we'll have to wait till nxt week to see the cute pri one girl again.(that's provided i can reach there at 6.55)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleeping during boring lessons is like a daily routine. i slept during lai's lesson and thank you very much, fiona, for waking me up, she went " TEACHER.VERY BORING LEH." yesh man. bravo! fiona became my idol just for that moment. hahas. fiona is really hilarious, without her plus her moh bieng bf, would it be this fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was also enjoyable spending time drawing and cutting out gold ingots for my frequent visits to jean's and althea's "paper" cha guan. seriously, they took ages to get me one cha siew bao and they have no fuo tiao qiang and bao yu and sharksfin.hmmmm. but they surely provided me with a nice pretty little girl yeah. eh eh! bought her for one BIG GOLD INGOT. -cheeky smiles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day was fun, was cheering and screaming for blue hse but blue hse got second.&lt;em&gt;its ok! its alright! blue hse blue hse fight fight fight!&lt;/em&gt; we shall come back again nxt yr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to take my ic picture today and EWW. it looks gross. i look so old and unnatural but maybe that's how i've always look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy!&lt;br /&gt;yawns.&lt;br /&gt;i want to slp.&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat dimsum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111470445969962267?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111470445969962267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111470445969962267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111470445969962267' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111427300640165825</id><published>2005-04-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:16:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried so hard and got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing you should know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111427300640165825?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111427300640165825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111427300640165825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111427300640165825' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111418606270314401</id><published>2005-04-22T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:07:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just realised that i've been wanting to do many things but cant be bothered to do it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to search for my oxy-five,i don't believe that it's lost but after taking a glance at the very messy dressing table, i cant be bothered to look for it anymore. the table is too messy and even if i found it, the tube would be covered with dust. so why bother.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to change this entire blog skin to something else since x'mas.this skin was supposed to be for only one day, i told myself i would change it the next day but until today nothings done. i cannot understand why i haven't change it.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to continue and end this entry properly with what happened today but oh well. i cant be bothered to continue it. go and read xinlin's blog, since we spent our time together. my life is about the same as hers.and in fact we spend too much time together that we have nothing to say online.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.i'm such a lazy pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111418606270314401?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111418606270314401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111418606270314401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111418606270314401' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111362800987951493</id><published>2005-04-16T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T13:06:49.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;drowning myself in my sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when i'm sleepy and tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when i'm angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when i'm sad and depressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when i'm stressed i sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm becoming a pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i think i dont even need so much sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when i'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i come online.... that's why i'm here now, at this wierd time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hurhur.this is stupid.nonsense i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111362800987951493?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111362800987951493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111362800987951493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111362800987951493' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111347378683750906</id><published>2005-04-14T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T16:07:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;accept me for who i am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my greatest apologies to all those who find me grumpy and fierce(sonia and pang) and angry (nick)and moody and zi bi and sulky(donovan) recently. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;dont know wad's wrong with me. i think i've been thinking alot recently.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm always like that wad? changed? did i change? i hope not. and it's definitely not that monthly thing that results in this grumpy me. -looks at nick- hahas.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall TRY to &lt;em&gt;smile&lt;/em&gt; more.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was not really fun. it was not as fun as last yr's cross country! i guess becos it was without the rain, the complains, the loud speaker, the botak and the "fight" between the Cs.&lt;br /&gt;plus some annoying bus driver dont allow us to stand cause the bus only has seats for 49 people. WAHLAO. what's his problem!hahas. we had to wait for the nxt bus and guess what, this time round the bus driver allows people to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;squeeze &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;onto the bus.-_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been asking me if i grew taller!? (: heehee. yes. i'm taller, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with higher shoe soles.(:&lt;/span&gt; but HEY. i did grow taller this yr!i've been waiting for YEARS for this to happen. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ya. taller by 1 cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese test sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stacie, tracie, macie rock! love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111347378683750906?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111347378683750906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111347378683750906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111347378683750906' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111306264643382075</id><published>2005-04-09T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T00:04:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess today isnt just our day taking neos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111306264643382075?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111306264643382075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111306264643382075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111306264643382075' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111267934693049855</id><published>2005-04-05T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T13:35:46.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MRS SPASTIKLAI :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha! we just escaped from the torturous realm of the LAI. instead of lai-ing to her, we pao-ed with our bao-bao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in layman terms, we openly defied spastiklai's wishes to gobble up poor mohan's physics period for her stupid chemistry. of course, we biochem students wouldnt stand for this! so with a little help from our very kind chinese scholar (AKA person who takes physics) row partner who created a diversion by asking spastiklai a question, the three of us: jen, xinlin and rachel, made our escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, with jenyun. when gen and cc strolled out, spastiklai went, "ok, toilet break, 5 minutes. those who want can go and quickly come back AH!" closing her orange english file with a slam!, jen scorned, "WAH! people go already! still go toilet?!" with that, she hurried packed her bao-bao (in a 2-second record-breaker) and zoomed off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel, not wanting to be left behind and who had already packed up, given her ingenuity and agility, fell to her knees and scrambled through her desk and outta sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WEI, wait for me!" plainly the only one left, xinlin grabbed her stuff and half-unwrapped lollipop and with a last fleeting glance, dashed out!&lt;br /&gt;of course, we laughed our heads off once we were safe, under the window. mind you, some panes were clear and we had to crouch down low and rush to the other side of the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment time!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: HAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;jenyun: HEHEHEHEH!&lt;br /&gt;xinlin: HAHEHAHEHOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so kids, here's the moral of the story. never, if you can help it, have a bad chemistry teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111267934693049855?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111267934693049855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111267934693049855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111267934693049855' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111206994909374766</id><published>2005-03-29T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:19:09.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so did i enjoy my trip? NO, i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't buy much so hahas, don't expect souveniers. Not much to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyw, i dont like Bangkok. that place is dirty. the hotel is not clean,has that kind of dirty things which you pray hard that you do not see or hear it in places like hotel , in other words the hotel has ghosts and spirits. the air is so polluted and so hot.the food there is dirty, i had diarrhoea twice. the people there do not understand what we're talking abt cos they don't know English and my complain list goes on... hahas. i think i dont like bangkok cos of what happened the first night and it kinda left a bad impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia hotel SUCKS. we've alr heard rumors abt spirits in the hotel before we went but never thought that it would happen to my mum and i. we went back to our room real late that night (in fact we went back late every night aft this incident, just do not want to go back to the hotel) and went to sleep. It was later in the night that we heard sounds. At first, it was coming from the ceiling and it was like bamboo sticks dropping from upstairs. at around 4 am, we heard something even more freakish.it was like the toilet bowl cover dropping and slapping against the toilet bowl. it went piak. piak. piak. we woke up and see what was going on and waited at the toilet door for the sound so that we could confirm where it was coming from but it the sound never came back. at this time, we were still not scared.i thought it was kinda normal to hear bangs from the ceiling and sounds frm the toilet. here comes the scary part.went back to sleep and before i could sleep, my mum and i heard the drawer beside us! it was like someone pulling the drawer and closing the drawer real fast.this really freaked me out. and throughout the whole night the banging frm the ceiling continued and i heard water dripping beside my bed. freakish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the nxt morning we tried real hard to change rooms. and the hotel has stupid excuses like fully booked and all that kinda things.we finally managed to change rooms but the both of us were to afraid to slp alone again.my mum and i had to sleep in my mum's frens' room the nxt few nites. aft we changed rooms, my mum's fren saw the hotel manager bai-ing on the bed in our room with the fuo-xiang on the bed. freakish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nxt nite, my mum's fren also heard noises. i dont know the details abt this cos everyone dont wanna noe the anymore aft they heard our freakish incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were still many experiences for this trip which i'll nv forget, like the whole group of us almost kanna con by evil taxi drivers who claims that chinatown not open on sunday nites and wanna bring us to this restaurant to eat.we got on the taxis and they brought us to this stupid wulu restaurant.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is only a short brief abt what happened in the hotel and feel free to ask me questions, i'll be more den happy to spoil the hotel's reputation! we had many other incidents throughout the whole trip and it wasn't fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unforgetable really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111206994909374766?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111206994909374766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111206994909374766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206994909374766' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111156236972829163</id><published>2005-03-23T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T15:19:29.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my life sucks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i aim to be a pig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111156236972829163?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111156236972829163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111156236972829163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111156236972829163' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111111819009969427</id><published>2005-03-18T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T11:56:30.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;am i crazy for wanting you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby do you think you could want me to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111111819009969427?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111111819009969427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111111819009969427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111111819009969427' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111098806921628104</id><published>2005-03-16T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T11:44:07.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IKA PEACH SAKAE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a really FUN day!&lt;br /&gt;Went out with pinggy, xinlin and &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;YOU KNOW WHO&lt;/span&gt;! love ya!!! heee heee-smiles-&lt;br /&gt;Went to sakae and had a great time LAUGHING and I had a really bad time trying to swallow that disgusting lump of ika!! EWWW. I thought I was going to vomit everything out, cause it was totally disgusting! –looks at three of them-&lt;br /&gt;It was really exciting chewing ika, spitting ika, taking pics, wasting chopsticks ( that's only me) , going ‘HELLO PEACH. AND. LYCHEE MOCHI. AND SPOON.', waving our hands up high to attract attention from that waitress and talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came out with this nice cheer aft today's amusing experience!&lt;br /&gt;PEACH-clap clap clap clap-&lt;br /&gt;IKA-clap clap clap clap-&lt;br /&gt;SAKAE-clap clap clap clap-&lt;br /&gt;PEACH IKA SAKAE! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pinggy says it's nice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111098806921628104?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111098806921628104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111098806921628104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111098806921628104' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111073109419545912</id><published>2005-03-14T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:24:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah. at least now i know song ping loves my cheers! -dont you songping!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTIVATION. rmb those cheers and do our homeworkS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111073109419545912?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111073109419545912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111073109419545912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111073109419545912' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-111055836500446330</id><published>2005-03-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T00:26:05.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeyore eeyore! -clap clap- (keep repeating)&lt;br /&gt;oh man. this is a very nice cheer! dont u just enjoy cheering it -looks at XINLIN-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. MARCH HOLIDAYS! and today was very fun too. with all that walking around the classrm and staying outside three diligence. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm very angry with doodle board! and i don't want to continue this entry anymore. go to xinlin's blog! it's nice! and she had everything we did today! it's interesting! errs. hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-111055836500446330?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111055836500446330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/111055836500446330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111055836500446330' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110943512224866465</id><published>2005-02-27T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:25:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH.DOODLE BOARD!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate tagboard i MUST say. it's always always always down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tests tests tests tests tests tests tests and more and more. what's the problem? why do we have so many tests? we had tests for tues, wed, thurs and friday which is practically everyday! and there are even days with more than one test! do teachers really love marking our work? rarrhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been a boring week, and when i'm finally online... only san talks to me. xinlin isn't replying me!): rachel is not online and i can't tell her about my 'disappointment'!/:&lt;br /&gt;SAN, NICE YOU ARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-110943512224866465?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110943512224866465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110943512224866465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110943512224866465' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110775423645211276</id><published>2005-02-07T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T00:06:55.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah. i'm typing this in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. two more days to chinese new year!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINALLY. NO SCHOOL FOR TWO DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i NEED to sleep and DREAM. but its not as if i can have lotsa of sleep. there's ppl coming to my house at&lt;em&gt; eleven&lt;/em&gt; in the morning/: that's quite early actually.i dont think i have time to eat breakfast before they come, cause i do things very slowly. hahas. heck. just eat in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps. sch ends now! i shall continue ltr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back! at 23.48, with ape online! its been a LONG time since i saw her online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What goes up must come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;it's &lt;strong&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&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/6785627-110775423645211276?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110775423645211276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110775423645211276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110775423645211276' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110742502365896291</id><published>2005-02-03T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T18:03:43.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and tanned boys too(;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; it. WHY. why do i have to wake up every morning at six! i just hate it when my mummy or brother wakes me up from my &lt;strong&gt;DREAMS&lt;/strong&gt;.i want to sleep.i need to sleep.): and i &lt;em&gt;love to dream&lt;/em&gt;. lessons, esp &lt;em&gt;chemistry&lt;/em&gt;, makes me even more sleepy and i cant help but &lt;em&gt;daydream &lt;/em&gt;or listen to old chinese songs from next door classroom.hahas. i just love to dream. waking up at 6am every morning sux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;important: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;dreams are different from nightmares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams are nice. it feels good to have sweet dreams. i can do whatever i want in dreams, like rollerblading or having lessons on a platform((: most importantly, i can meet or see whoever i want to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-110742502365896291?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110742502365896291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110742502365896291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110742502365896291' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110681993228875319</id><published>2005-01-27T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:58:52.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate tagboard. i hate tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;xinlin.xinlin.xinlin.change it.change it.change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. HISTORY AND MATHS TEST OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinlin and i keep thinking that it's friday today. we want the WEEKENDS to come faster.my bro woke me up this morning and i had to take qt some time before i realised that today is thursday and deres history test, i thought that dere's NO school today/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its going to be FRIDAY tmr. i love fridays, coz i have NO reasons to like thursday now.no more shows on thursday nites! but wait. cca on friday... oh man. i hate this. i cant go out aft sch on friday anymore.):xinlin, dont u just miss the thursday nites we used to had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU biyan and peishan for smuggling food back today.((:and i haven pay yet!hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to say this, aft i saw yihoong and yilin and lotsa ppl coming back... CHAN BINGXIN! are u dead?&lt;br /&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/6785627-110681993228875319?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110681993228875319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110681993228875319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110681993228875319' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110569743616600039</id><published>2005-01-14T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T18:10:36.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's a shame YOU cant ride a bull better than YOU can talk it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinlin: the tagboard so slow. or the dunno wad thing so slow la. so i continue what i tagged fm here. ya. his ears. PLEASE dont say that i'm very bad, i'm only commenting.i'm not laughing at him or anything.( u always say i very bad when i'm only &lt;em&gt;commenting&lt;/em&gt;.and i influenced you to be so bad-widen eyes-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheenapoks!!!!&lt;br /&gt;rarrrrrhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i totally agree the ape who loves banana and gen. gen, i read your blog.(and no! don't steal the apple!) that &lt;strong&gt;PIG&lt;/strong&gt;xie, is such a pig. and i really noticed what she does with her glasses, treating her glasses like hairband. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;three truth sucks. it's really like rojak.i'm really really really unhappy about the physics lessons.it's only wasting our time.&lt;br /&gt; MERGE. MERGE. merge with three unity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-110569743616600039?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110569743616600039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110569743616600039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110569743616600039' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110543935670132196</id><published>2005-01-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:29:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so bored. so bored.gg crazy because i'm too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;XINLIN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;coz he got the "i live in amk" face. he looks like he lives in amk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;opps.i'm lame again/:(too bad, that's wad happen when u're in three truth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;actually, i saw him alight at amk station. so i concluded that he lives in amk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hmmm.there is a possibility that he is my neighbour. i dont talk to my neighbours and i dont see them.so i dont know hu are my neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PLEASE. u ppl fm three unity. there's nothing good abt having free periods for physics. use your brains. you ppl actlly learn more den us. so stop saying we very lucky  or whatever. there's really no reason why u wld like to come to our class. so be glad that u're in three unity!!! rrraaahh.&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/6785627-110543935670132196?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110543935670132196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110543935670132196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110543935670132196' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110482858164589607</id><published>2005-01-04T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T16:49:41.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Xinlin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEAH! i'm finally going to reply you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahem. ahem.-clears throat-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no.i din see that lester guy on sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mayb he was there? i din open my eyes wide enough? dont know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think he lives in amk?(i dont know la)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahas.XP ok. i'm &lt;em&gt;lame&lt;/em&gt;. this is my ans./:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but to be in &lt;strong&gt;three truth,&lt;/strong&gt; we have nothing to do but to be&lt;strong&gt; lame&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/span&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/6785627-110482858164589607?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110482858164589607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110482858164589607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110482858164589607' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110442319212973636</id><published>2004-12-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:13:12.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL.&lt;br /&gt;what have i got to say about my new class???&lt;br /&gt;ok. i WILL TRY and HOPE that i will get along well with those &lt;em&gt;eleven&lt;/em&gt; *ahem ahem* (you know who) and the teacher.yepp. TRY.&lt;br /&gt;and pray hard that there will be a &lt;em&gt;merge&lt;/em&gt; (unity plus truth) hahas. - as if this wld happen, maybe in our &lt;em&gt;dreams &lt;/em&gt;la.&lt;br /&gt;i've nothing much to comment): coz its too tiring repeating and repeating the same things over and over again/:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to science centre with the very enthu janice and xinlin(:&lt;br /&gt;this guy approached us and went "hello" , wanting to shake hands with us. hahas. i cant deny that i was actlly afraid that &lt;em&gt;he's siao&lt;/em&gt;. he was actually trying to sell these charity things! and he went "i'm &lt;em&gt;LAMBCHOP&lt;/em&gt;". wahahas! LAMBCHOP!&lt;br /&gt;had lots of fun trying to 'break records' and 'get our pic taken'. we were playing those games(comp+tv), which we had to stand there and then we appear on the screen and we had to hit bouncing balls using our body. the three of us played those games togt.you know, more people , bigger surface area, higher chance of beating high score.and we definitely attracted a lot of &lt;em&gt;attention&lt;/em&gt;. and if we broke the record, we could have "our pics taken". ok. according to janice, all the records were set by "BOK", and we were having fun trying to break BOK's record.that "master" comp+ tv game was really exhausting! but it was so satisfying to break BOK's record, well other people could not and a &lt;em&gt;crowd &lt;/em&gt;was watching us.(: and we were so happy that we jumped with joy and went "yeah yeah!', clapping our hands too!i think the crowd was very &lt;em&gt;amused&lt;/em&gt; with us... hahas.we then reached the discovery part, and we went crazy filming ourselves.;D and i came out with this silly idea... i hid under the table and xinlin and janice were in charge of filming so when someone's looking at the tv, i will pop out fm the table and say"BOO!".we din scare anyone in the end):we spent like half an hour there trying to scare passer-by, boo-ing and boo-ing in front of the camera): but still, nobody was shocked by us): -mumbles-aren't we just &lt;em&gt;entertaining&lt;/em&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;we went around and around the sci centre entertaining and amusing ourselves with the exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;and this science centre trip was enriching and educational((:&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;em&gt;cant wait&lt;/em&gt; for our nxt museum trip!!&lt;br /&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/6785627-110442319212973636?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110442319212973636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110442319212973636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110442319212973636' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110407849917687276</id><published>2004-12-26T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:28:19.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess today's tuition was really a waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;our teacher din come so this ah neh teacher came instead... and guess what! he is definitely &lt;em&gt;very very super slow&lt;/em&gt;.... *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;what was he trying to do? testing our IQ? testing our EQ? or testing our PATIENCE???!!!??!&lt;br /&gt;he went on and on and on with his &lt;em&gt;meaningless&lt;/em&gt; speech and taught us as if we were primary school students. trying to understand the meaning of Venn diagram. and he really took his &lt;em&gt;own sweet time&lt;/em&gt; cancelling and rewriting...*yawns* and i really cant help but laugh! i really wanted to burst out laughing! i really wanted to! AHAHAHAHAHAHS! the way he taught us was so BORING and &lt;em&gt;slow&lt;/em&gt;....not only that, i think he kept repeating himself over and over again, and the things he repeated are things that we alr know! maybe he didn't prepare this lesson or something. but still, it was &lt;em&gt;SLOW&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why. i cant control myself and kept laughing, sniggering, giggling...i find the whole lesson was so funny!now that i think of it, maybe i should laugh out loud so that he could chase me out of the classroom and i don't have to waste my time... heheh..i tried very hard to control myself when he was shading his venn diagram and he said " take your time in doing this". my god. he was really &lt;em&gt;taking his time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;our tuition teacher is actually quite fast, she speaks very fast. and today! this ah neh! he was too slow. /:&lt;br /&gt;i think i rather have our tuition teacher back.&lt;br /&gt; right, xinlin???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-110407849917687276?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110407849917687276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110407849917687276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110407849917687276' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110353597381547337</id><published>2004-12-20T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T17:51:23.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every girl wants you to be her boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I'll wait right here  till it's my turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not the kind of girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Who gives up just like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The tide is high but I'm holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm gonna be your number one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The tide is high but I'm holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm gonna be your number one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Number one, number one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i guess i'll just have to &lt;em&gt;wait&lt;/em&gt;.):&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just can't help but to wonder how long i have to &lt;em&gt;wait!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/6785627-110353597381547337?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110353597381547337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110353597381547337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110353597381547337' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110347330728185019</id><published>2004-12-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:21:47.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its fate that we did see him!&lt;br /&gt;yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm still happy anyway!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yepp! so many interesting events happened yesterday! go read xinlin's blog for more details. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i very sleepy le. i need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-110347330728185019?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110347330728185019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110347330728185019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110347330728185019' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110337609940647260</id><published>2004-12-18T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T21:21:39.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aiyah! aiyah! aiyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXXXXX appears on SUNDAYS?? THURSDAY???&lt;br /&gt;i don't care la!&lt;br /&gt;why not saturdays???&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAYS!!! -screams-&lt;br /&gt;i went to town dis sat and last sat lor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fate!??!&lt;br /&gt;maybe we not fated to see XXXXXXXX &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;but....&lt;br /&gt;aiyah!!&lt;br /&gt;why not???&lt;br /&gt;even if we see XXXXXXX now.tmrw.in the future....&lt;br /&gt;we will still like XXXXXXX wad!!!&lt;br /&gt;rightssss???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so slacking. yea. it seems like we were enjoying out time at town! walking around and talking. and we had our own breaks every now and then. sat at taka for like an hour? and xinlin and i went around looking at the toys! so lucky! children nowadays are so lucky! they have such GOOD and INTERESTING toys. and we found out that the latest toys for children are cameras! and some even have films provided! cool! i think that dolls have very bitchy looks nowadays?the day was pratically spent on talking and slacking... yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. watching tu ran fa cai now. j***** looks a bit wierd now?? dunno la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-110337609940647260?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110337609940647260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110337609940647260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110337609940647260' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110293257659057432</id><published>2004-12-13T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T18:13:40.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;draw from one stalk of hair first..then face very round...to a very thin neck..join to a fat body and flat long legs.. add a tail..and TA DA... u are done((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;THANK YOU.for teaching me how to draw a woodstock.hahas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;just dreamt of you. and the dream reminded me of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes. dreaming is fun. and nice and SWEET too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DREAM BIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and BELIEVE in your dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;now that we've got our dreams. we are gonna PURSUE it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yesh! gonna pursue it this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OUR DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;newest fashion: super big t-shirt and jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;location: town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;time: dont know when la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yea. i cant wait for this saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we are going to be lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xinlin and i are gonna see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;see you!!O.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we MUST see you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;right xinlin??? we must see our cutie and hottie this saturday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so get out of your house with your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ggf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6785627-110293257659057432?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110293257659057432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110293257659057432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110293257659057432' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110269120603921436</id><published>2004-12-10T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T23:06:46.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so.... what can i say???&lt;br /&gt;I HATE angmohs...):&lt;br /&gt;WAAH!&lt;br /&gt;yes!yes! yes!! ang mohs are evil....):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!!! WHY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;xinlin and i are oso as good as... erm...ggf wad...&lt;br /&gt;): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm!&lt;br /&gt;we are still young! we still got a lot of YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;yes! &lt;br /&gt;i'm not giving up! xinlin, u too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE NOT GIVING UP!&lt;br /&gt;NOT GIVING UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-110269120603921436?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110269120603921436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110269120603921436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110269120603921436' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110230893135024137</id><published>2004-12-06T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:55:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had this MARVELOUSLY SWEET dream. not going to ellaborate here.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...well.at least he likes me and he is cute, unlike XXXXXXX, who got himself a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ggf&lt;/span&gt;. ):humph...(so jealous)-winks at xinlin-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;don't know who you are. but i'm with 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/6785627-110230893135024137?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110230893135024137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110230893135024137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110230893135024137' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110145525226212849</id><published>2004-11-26T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T16:05:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! i can FINALLY TYPE!!! my fingers are working.... heeheeehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say sally u say BOO! sally... BOO! sally... BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas.&lt;br /&gt;went sliding and swinging in school with mark and pang on hmmm....16 nov?? so fun!!! sliding and swinging is always fun! esp w the both of them...and we tried different ways of playing with the swing.and my *ahem ahem* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;breast&lt;/span&gt; almost got scrap off by the swing.hahas.so funny.i miss sliding and swinging! i want to do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to do cip on err... dunno when . so boring...-_- went on both days and so ju ding that i'm supposed to arrange tamil books...errs..nobody borrows tamil books la.so they cant be bothered to arrange.so MESSY! and that sally boo! so rude la. pang and sonia wore slippers and she went like that &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;sorry no slippers. come another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oh whatever. like we want to come la.so they went to buy school shoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we wanna go for break....&lt;br /&gt;pang: we going for break&lt;br /&gt;sally boo: SO? i can see u....&lt;br /&gt;errs...-_- so rude! fat pig!&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand that fat pig! sally boo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i tried helping amanda to call the toa payoh library... and this woman pick up. she dont know eng la. i think shes a malay..i cant understand what she was trying to tell me lor. amanda called herself and the woman told her to call arab library?&lt;br /&gt;woman: haa..halo&lt;br /&gt;me:hello.is this toa payoh library?&lt;br /&gt;woman: ya&lt;br /&gt;me: i would like to arrange a time slot for cip...&lt;br /&gt;woman:i am miss....*dunno wad la*&lt;br /&gt;woman: s..si..sick...&lt;br /&gt;me: huh??&lt;br /&gt;woman:si..si..sick&lt;br /&gt;me: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;woman: si..six&lt;br /&gt;me:what are you talking about&lt;br /&gt;*silence*&lt;br /&gt;*toot* *toot**toot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she juz hung up like that!!! errs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh ya. and i miss mark....heeeheeeheee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;we will go watch shutter...and sit at the lovers seats... and hee hee hee...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eat popcorns and nachos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and i cant wait to see your new skin colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and pang!!!!i must say dis.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;pi yang ah! scold me....  codes from pang:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wa kao.U damn guo fen u noe?i am so pissed off by u! i on train alr lo.U want me to wait there lyk an idiot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hahas.&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/6785627-110145525226212849?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110145525226212849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110145525226212849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110145525226212849' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-110050644436929985</id><published>2004-11-15T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:03:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just watched her make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The same mistakes again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's wrong, What's wrong now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Too many, too many problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't know where she belongs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where she belongs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it hurts to see you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you just suddenly became so unfamilliar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it seems like i don't know you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you've made me smiled many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and i just felt so helpless and useless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know how to make you smile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it hurts even more when you had a smile on your face when you're not even happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i won't mind if you could tell me all of your problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i will be there for you.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And look outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've been rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And now you can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What you've left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her feelings she hides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Her dreams she can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's losing her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's falling behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And she can't find her place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's losing her faith she's falling from grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She's all over the place, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&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/6785627-110050644436929985?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110050644436929985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/110050644436929985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110050644436929985' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109996848250697956</id><published>2004-11-09T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T21:20:09.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>time wasting&lt;br /&gt;yesh! today was time wasting! reached sch at EIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;fat pig! urgh! dun wanna talk abt fat pig anymore. so mark, pang n i went to sing the WHOLE ai tong book of songs. so fun! peishan was the rapper!&lt;br /&gt;den it was time for kelly PARKSON to sing breakaway! so fun! very entertaining right!kelly PARKSON so talented right!&lt;br /&gt;ok. so this uncle who i always thought that he has no energy to even speak... came and scold us! no. scold pang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;so around 1pm, the extremely BEAUTIFUL &lt;strong&gt;bingxin &lt;/strong&gt;came! sometimes im jealous of her being so pretty but i understand that she cant help it. she brought UNO to play with. the uncle thought we were gambling and  brought mrlee to see us. he kept pestering us to take a photo of him. amanda used bingxin's stylo milo camera and secretly took a pic of him, but i think he knew lah. then we called weiying and we took turns "wo shi __ dao"-ing her. bingxin called canadian pizza, she ordered hawaiian pizza and singapura pizza. she has such a fabulous taste! xinlin and samlim came. aiya, i dont wanna blog liaos. but bingxin is really really very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-109996848250697956?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109996848250697956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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FUNNY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;are we like clowns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then alighted at amk. saw the man at the bus stop./:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cheenapok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ya. i miss rachel too! can't accept the fact that rachel is no longer living in singapore. and i cant go to her house to play... like what i did last yr.kinda addicted to her house...): cant do homewk together anymore/: although we always ended up talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;AH! I MISS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xinlin!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we will be in the same class la! now that rachel's gone , i'm so glad that at least i still have you!! u smile too k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my dear!&lt;/span&gt; thanks for cheering me up kaes!you're always there to cheer me up!(:and i'm always happy with you around! yeah. n sorry la.don't know what's wrong with me la.pms mayb.or i may be just too bored.&lt;strong&gt;sorry!&lt;/strong&gt;felt so guilty aft tt.anyw, i'm smiling, and i'm happy!(: thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-109980474648271473?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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was still at the airport this morning. but at this moment, i'm right here, blogging. time really flies. it seems so fast.&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in the morning and went to the airport with xinlin, boonie and songping.&lt;br /&gt;while,at least it's worth the extra mile to send her off and take a last look at her before she leave.&lt;br /&gt;yar. we cried when it was time for her to go. it was kinda sad. it's going to be one year before we get to meet again. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gonna miss her so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it was so hard to say goodbye. in fact, i don't even remember if i did say goodbye. we just waved and waved ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then went to the viewing mall. we wanted to see the plane take off. we were so excited when the plane started moving. it went behind this building and we were waiting for it to reappear again.... appear again, flying off into the sky.but it did not. so we waited and waited.and finally it appeared again! but it came from behind the block at our left.... it wasn't even moving at fast speed. and we were saying that the plane needs to warm up. it then went pass us and went behind the block on the right.so we waited... and waited...hoping to see the plane take off... waiting for the plane to take off... but all we could see was the singapore airlines plane taking off. no.no cathay pacific taking off from where we were standing...&lt;br /&gt;we were quite disappointed. cause we waited for half and hour and we did not see the plane take off...&lt;br /&gt;so, xinlin, songping and i waved goodbye to the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;goodbye rachel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yar. i guess rachel is right.we were so drifted apart this year. i guess its because we are in different classes. but still we had lots of fun. and i enjoyed the times when we were together. everything was fun. the stickman, the playing of barbie dolls... everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no more. no more of walking home together. no more of going to your house. no more of all these.but still, i love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bye bye rachel. cant wait to see you next year! miss ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6785627-109964437635935881?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109964437635935881'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;stop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;what do you think you are doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't leave without me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;)':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-109938563961243741?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109938563961243741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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didn't want it to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish that i could as least stay with you a little longer.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say i want to be with you &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ya.but theres no forever in my dictionary. now that they are leaving.i don't believe in forever.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could leave with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dun wanna runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but i cant take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dun understand&lt;/span&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/6785627-109938488184774953?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sleeping&lt;br /&gt;She's lost in peaceful dreams&lt;br /&gt;So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And a thought crosses my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I never wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Would she ever doubt the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;About her in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;br /&gt;That she's my only one&lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;br /&gt;She must face this world without me&lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;br /&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;br /&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;br /&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;br /&gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chorus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell that someone that you love&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're thinking of&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&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/6785627-109927439113414248?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109927439113414248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109927439113414248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109927439113414248' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109910858808840407</id><published>2004-10-30T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T11:56:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last day of school)':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it was the last day of school yesterday. it started with the taking of photos with the royal family. wanna take more pics coz we will all be going to different classes and some to njc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the family dance and line dance competition was relli stupid and we were lyk so lousy... coz we din even practise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when sch finally ended, we were hugging each other in the hall. it was sooo sad.)': gonna miss all of them. its going to be relli hard to survive through the holidays without them...i was hugging and hugging and when i reached jean, tears was already in my eyes. i tried relli hard not to cry... until i reached two charity and saw rachel.we hugged each other real tight and started crying....ahh. it was so sad.)': gonna miss her so much! sonia said tt i'm gg to b the slowest eater in st.nix witout rachel! it was so difficult for me to stop crying and when i went back to the hall i was still crying. and they still wanna take pics together. ahh. i dun wanna look lyk tt in the pics. going to take more pics during class gathering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went to watch the doll master with pang, bingx and biyan. and tt person told us to surrender our food. urghh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;went back to sch again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;waited for our parents. and i sort of expected my marks la. lots of Bs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was so tired when i reached home. watched survivor and john got voted out! stupid. they will need him lor! those fat pigs will need him to win lor! haiz. so sad tt theres no more john.&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/6785627-109910858808840407?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109910858808840407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109910858808840407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109910858808840407' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109895621372920014</id><published>2004-10-28T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T17:43:44.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the second last day of school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's fun everyday in school la. as long as we are together, it's ALWAYS FUN! i missed the cool part of today! that royal family part! the moment i stepped into the classroom i was 'invited' to sit on the stack of chairs... heehee... i'm the queen!&lt;br /&gt;haiz. dun wanna tmr to come...its the last day of school lehh!gonna miss so many pple! )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE BINGXIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaes. since bingxin wanna me to write dis here. i shall do that... to prove that i luv her?&lt;br /&gt;gonna MISS bingxin SO much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons y i lurve bingxin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;coz she is my one and only mian bao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she let me see the world in a different perspective when she piggyback me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she taught me how to cook rice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she listens to me sing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is SWEET&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;she is the MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON ON EARTH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;aiya.still got lots of reasons la. if i relli gonna list all of them down, its nv ending...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;happy bingxin?(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/6785627-109895621372920014?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109895621372920014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109895621372920014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109895621372920014' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109763627339796824</id><published>2004-10-13T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T10:57:53.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to play mahjong at sam lim's hze ystdy.quite fun.never win anything la. coz i'm dis slow. very slow.&lt;br /&gt;den kept throwing out the wrong pai... don't know what to throw out la, wanted to keep everything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIZARDS ARE CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to catch lizards, spiders and ants TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;scream&lt;/strong&gt; at them until they have heart attack and DIE! (bingx! do that! kill them! although they are cute)&lt;br /&gt;Lizards are so cute. They look at me at the corner... they hide behind the door, the cupboard , the curtains and they look at me &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;secretly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at the corner&lt;/span&gt;....den i stare back at them... so fun!! but i still have to KILL THEM TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to smash all the spiders and ants. and soak them in water.... wahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;YESH! i'm going to do it although they are so cute!&lt;br /&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/6785627-109763627339796824?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109763627339796824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109763627339796824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109763627339796824' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109722996400699838</id><published>2004-10-08T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T18:06:04.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Khatib bongsu!!!! wow!!!! ke ji so fa da now!!!! u got comp lehh!!! not bad!!! i will visit u someday and den bring my fishing rod and got catch some fishes for sam lim!!!! den i will get poison by the fishes coz u r so polluted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-109722996400699838?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109722996400699838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109722996400699838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109722996400699838' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109471640610973691</id><published>2004-09-09T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T15:53:26.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay!im at rachel's hze!(:&lt;br /&gt;rachel: i dunno how to do chem!&lt;br /&gt;jenyun: ya lor! i oso dunno! i dunno y i come ur hze leh! coz i cant help u at all!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: nevermind! you come and blog! then later we can take pics!&lt;br /&gt;jenyun: we went n play hide n seek on monday!so fun!! bingxin was laughing lyk mad bside me when tears was swelling up in my eyes....&lt;br /&gt;jenyun: i'm gg back to sch for dental appointment!bingxin is going at 10.50, pang is gg at 10.51, den im gg at 10.52! so fun!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: will you miss bingxin?&lt;br /&gt;jen: yesh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: you're wearing a skirt now&lt;br /&gt;jen: so??? i think we entertaining ourselves lehh!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: yarr. but this time not with red hot chilli peppers, colgate and chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;jen:okaes.nxt time i will come ur hze n type new post again!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: ok.&lt;br /&gt;jen: ok.&lt;br /&gt;rachel: ok. byebye.&lt;br /&gt;jen: bye!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: aircon nice?&lt;br /&gt;jen: yar very NICE!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: ok.&lt;br /&gt;jen: i want to study!coz everybody secretly studying at home! i cant stand it!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: must prove to imran izzit?&lt;br /&gt;jen: yar!!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: ok.&lt;br /&gt;jen: oei! study lah!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: ok.&lt;br /&gt;rachel: byebye!&lt;br /&gt;jen: bye!&lt;br /&gt;rachel: (:&lt;br /&gt;jen: ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-109471640610973691?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109471640610973691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109471640610973691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109471640610973691' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109471162536483310</id><published>2004-09-09T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T14:33:45.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-109471162536483310?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109471162536483310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109471162536483310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109471162536483310' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109471152211549147</id><published>2004-09-09T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T14:32:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-109471152211549147?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109471152211549147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109471152211549147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109471152211549147' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109471144211454938</id><published>2004-09-09T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T14:30:42.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-109471144211454938?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109471144211454938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109471144211454938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109471144211454938' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109409502200850498</id><published>2004-09-02T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T11:17:02.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My lurve was shittified by u.It hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y m i crying for u?When u nv seem to care. Juz go and leave me alone. Stuck in my old life while u go n start ur new life. It hurts to see u leave. u left too many things untold.u've left me wondering if the things u told me were true, or u r juz a liar.u left a scar on my broken heart for me to rmb and its too painful for me to even take a look at the scar. dun eva make promises as it breaks my heart even more when u break promises.i dun wanna lurve anymore as it hurts me too much and i dun want another scar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i get moody. messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;restless, senseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and u nv seem to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i will miss u....&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/6785627-109409502200850498?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109409502200850498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109409502200850498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109409502200850498' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109383506794790240</id><published>2004-08-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:04:27.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and my shittified world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why isit that all things start and end so quickly. i hope that it doesnt end. why isit tht ppl enter ur life and den leave so quickly. its difficult to find a bunch of good frens and now tht i have found them, the nxt thing u noe they r leaving. y isit tht ppl enter ur life and leave. dun try to mend the broken heart coz there will still be a scar left behind. so now the thing tt im going to do is to cry u a river.&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/6785627-109383506794790240?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109383506794790240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109383506794790240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109383506794790240' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109383376634790344</id><published>2004-08-30T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T10:42:46.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UNWELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day staring at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Making friends with shadows on my wall&lt;br /&gt;All night hearing voices telling me&lt;br /&gt;That I should get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow might be good for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I'm heading for a breakdown&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be...me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to myself in public&lt;br /&gt;Dodging glances on the train&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know they've all been talking bout me&lt;br /&gt;I can hear them whisper&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me think there must be something wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the hours thinking&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I've lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon they'll come to get me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're taking me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be&lt;br /&gt;How I used to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6785627-109383376634790344?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109383376634790344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109383376634790344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109383376634790344' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109377888943712650</id><published>2004-08-29T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T19:28:09.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my world is so shittified.so SHITTIFIED.&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/6785627-109377888943712650?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109377888943712650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109377888943712650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109377888943712650' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109333993580927718</id><published>2004-08-24T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T17:54:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE DEVOTED VICE PRESIDENT OF MU QIAO ASSIOCIATION :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUQIAO ASSOCIATION&lt;br /&gt;motto : to drive pple mad&lt;br /&gt;affiliations : gilas, muqiao hair salon, muqiao musuem&lt;br /&gt;location : a chalet at hougang&lt;br /&gt;ambassadors : ah kow n ah mao&lt;br /&gt;current acheivements : best dance item (muqiao dance)&lt;br /&gt;- mad people's awards 2003, best imitation (slaughtering chicken sound) - mad people's awards 2003 perfecting the art of spitting - merlion's scholarship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MISSION LIST:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1)work towards being a portable radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2)to love every member of mu qiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3)to set up a hair salon at mu qiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4)to kill nurse tan (mission impossible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5)to be more capable than the president of mu qiao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6)to go on a strike with the rest of the members to kick out the president of mu qiao association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)to sound like slaughtering chickens n become a human threat!!!&lt;br /&gt;8)to come out with a better pledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My pledge:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me,the very devoted vicepresident of mu qiao association,pledge that, i will strive towards building a siao society and to influence more pple to b siao.I work towards being a very gila gila and to love elephant god with all my heart.&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/6785627-109333993580927718?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109333993580927718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109333993580927718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109333993580927718' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</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-6785627.post-109333937829279737</id><published>2004-08-24T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T17:22:58.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE PROUD MEMBER OF SONIA FAN CLUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YAAY! sonia is my one and only idol!!!n i shall be her fan for the rest of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me,the only member of sonia fan club,pledge that,sonia shall be my only idol and i will lurve her no matter what.&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/6785627-109333937829279737?l=you-to-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109333937829279737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6785627/posts/default/109333937829279737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://you-to-me.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109333937829279737' title=''/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01160702218258765167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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